<?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-4909504834913247437</id><updated>2011-09-12T21:41:57.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my naked life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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>201</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909504834913247437.post-7069312354714837309</id><published>2010-12-16T13:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T13:28:59.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>serious pets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/TQmjDHAq2fI/AAAAAAAAKGA/PzRduosL8nI/s1600/capt.41bc892de903e4d17ee8260d12c145ef.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 201px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/TQmjDHAq2fI/AAAAAAAAKGA/PzRduosL8nI/s400/capt.41bc892de903e4d17ee8260d12c145ef.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551147289527638514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a huge rainstorm! Looks like some sort of hurricane or something. Yet it's somehow amazing, the whole nature of it spinning and sucking in the earth. Scary yet amazing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-7069312354714837309?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/7069312354714837309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=7069312354714837309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/7069312354714837309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/7069312354714837309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2010/12/serious-pets.html' title='serious pets'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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/_xRVYXKA45DM/TQmjDHAq2fI/AAAAAAAAKGA/PzRduosL8nI/s72-c/capt.41bc892de903e4d17ee8260d12c145ef.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909504834913247437.post-2134334259955073429</id><published>2010-10-15T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T19:02:54.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>super rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Would you just look at this brilliant piece of engineering? Not to mention its architecture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/TLg0SrWKF6I/AAAAAAAAKF4/sxgkhLDF5ZE/s1600/capt.fd221d54b6fe0b410acfe661e08f7c31.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 345px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/TLg0SrWKF6I/AAAAAAAAKF4/sxgkhLDF5ZE/s400/capt.fd221d54b6fe0b410acfe661e08f7c31.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528226038075234210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It reached up to 1 billion to build this super marvel. Amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-2134334259955073429?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/2134334259955073429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=2134334259955073429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/2134334259955073429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/2134334259955073429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2010/10/super-rock.html' title='super rock'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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/_xRVYXKA45DM/TLg0SrWKF6I/AAAAAAAAKF4/sxgkhLDF5ZE/s72-c/capt.fd221d54b6fe0b410acfe661e08f7c31.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909504834913247437.post-5145378328947487367</id><published>2010-09-12T14:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T22:55:00.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>plastic purse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've always dislike the fact when Bruneian drivers doesn't give a rat's ass about other drivers, especially to the ones driving an old shabby car. Exhibit A - just look at my car. I'm well aware that it's not shiny, nor does it reaches to 140 km/h nor does it look posh or anything you want to label it. But hey, it's still a car, and i still could drive just about anywhere i want. And on a brighter note, i don't have worry much if i scratch it against the road boundary thingy, or if i bend over a drain (not that i wish for it, hell no), because it's an 'antique' car that i don't have to fork out lots of money if scratched the exterior. Get it? I guess thats the good side about driving an old car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As i was saying, other drivers, almost everyone of them; are quite rude. It's kinda hard for me to explain in detailed here, but you know what i mean. They're pretty much an ass on the road. Okay fine, i get the fact that there's an old shabby car in the road, an old 'kerita kaling' car blocking your so-called-highway. But so what? Just because that car is in your way, that doesn't mean you ought to be treating its driver like crap. Just because i couldn't see your annoyed face on the road, but that doesn't mean i'm not offended by your 'fast roaming' or 'kissing-my-car's-ass' kind of way. I'm aware that you intend to drive fast, but fuck it man, stop kissing-your-car-to-my-car's-ass! Go to the right lane if you want. I mean, that's what right lanes are for, isn't it? To overtook someone else's car. Have patience. Have some bit of respect. At least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, that comes to a totally different story if i were driving a non-shabby car. I drove my next to kin's car the other day (well sometimes when i run errands for them), and i received a whole lot of different treatment from the drivers. Instead of typical 'rudeness' i get when driving the old shabby car, i received a 'neutral' aura from the drivers. Get it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been driving for over a year, and the treatment i received never seem to change whenever i drive the old 'kerita kaling'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh, Bruneians are always like that - judge a book by its cover. In this case - judge a person by its car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or - judge a person's integrity by their status. If you're not well-known, then you're pretty much a dumpster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, today a great friend of mine told me a story about integrity. My friend went to this textile place somewhere in Serusop, and overheard ruthless conversations between a Bruneian female customer and an Indonesian worker. The customer was complaining about the fact that the Indonesian worker couldn't live up to his/her promise. The Bruneian female was promised to get some piece of 'tudong' but she went bizarrely mad. She started to threatened the Indonesian worker (who knew nothing much), and called him/her awful names, &lt;i&gt;"eh buduh ko ani, ko janji hari ani ada, macam-macam alasan ko ani! baik ko ambil tu! ku sue ko nanti, biar ko! tebayar ko kan?!"&lt;/i&gt;She basically shouted at him/her repeatedly. I mean shouted as in THE WHOLE customers in the shop turned their heads in disbelief.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's how rude the Bruneian female customer was, she didn't even care about others eavesdropping on her, didn't even care about shame because all she ever wanted at very moment was - to get some piece of 'tudong'. That went on and on for about...i don't know, probably till that customer bled her throat, haha. But the funny thing is - it's all just because of 'tudung'. I bet she was so damn panicked she didn't have anything to cover her dyed hair for Raya HAHA. &lt;i&gt;Sekadar&lt;/i&gt;. Now that's what i called - desperation calls for desperate measures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then again, this story isn't really accurate, perhaps i missed out on few vital points along the way, thus it turned out pretty bad in this post. But i do get the main story correct, which is this - just because she's a Bruneian, who earns up to 3K bucks per month, who doesn't know the true meaning of hardship; that doesn't mean she could mock, threaten or treat fucking rudely at that Indonesian, whose not even close to earning what she earns per month, whose barely living on a 12hours per day 24 days wages, who surely has no status in Brunei, whose just doing his/her job. Look, sometimes we have to understand certain circumstances, and accept it with patience. And there are some situations where we ought to be a bit angry at times because certain salespersons aren't doing their job correctly, like we used to say &lt;i&gt;"sekadar nyawa-nyawa ikan durang bekeraja", &lt;/i&gt;now this we can 'push' them a bit. There are boundaries, okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not saying just because this 'tudung' thing happened recently, but merely the fact that we have got to tone down, or even better stop this attitude of looking down on lower-standard people. I've come across this attitude way long before, but at that time i just didn't have the courage to voice out my thoughts. I know that it's easier said than done. Sometimes we can't control ourselves, we aren't aware of what our actions could potentially do to other people's feelings, we speak before thinking them thoroughly, and i guess that's our flaws. And i know most of us are hypocrites, thus i'm quite scared to point out more debatable thoughts, as i fear it would hit back on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure we're good at keeping a close relationship with family and friends, and about keeping a good integrity, but we're bad certain aspects of our lives. We always point out our friend's and foe's wrongdoings without even glancing our own personalities. Get it? What i'm talking about is both "tone down looking down at other lower-standard families" and "tone down being a hypocrite". Sure i'm being humanly possible as i can right now, being thoughtful and all, but i fear i would fall into the same pit as other hypocrite beings in later days. So...it's safe to say what has been said is enough. I'll stop here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And oh, if i were a policewoman, or some sort of authority who could stop a car for speed-driving, i would be glad to do so (for just a while, as a hobby). Anyhoots, i always come across lorry-truck drivers speed-driving way over their 50 km/h limit. Sometimes i had to push the acceleration pedal more just to overtake those kind of lorries. And what's worse, those lorries-trucks overtook a saloon car! Hard to believe? Photos doesn't lie (unless photoshope-d, but that's a different story).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/TIzn1R5n-sI/AAAAAAAAKFw/50HC0MwM8f4/s1600/DSC_0124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/TIzn1R5n-sI/AAAAAAAAKFw/50HC0MwM8f4/s320/DSC_0124.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516038546146196162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At one time, i deliberately used to drive in front of a lorry so freaking slow, like 45 km/h, just to test his impatience. I mean, those lorries and trucks have speed limits, isn't it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-5145378328947487367?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/5145378328947487367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=5145378328947487367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/5145378328947487367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/5145378328947487367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2010/09/plastic-purse.html' title='plastic purse'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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/_xRVYXKA45DM/TIzn1R5n-sI/AAAAAAAAKFw/50HC0MwM8f4/s72-c/DSC_0124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909504834913247437.post-4443137079540278695</id><published>2010-09-10T01:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T01:45:45.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emphatic roots</title><content type='html'>Good to know that our country already has a special group solely to guide young generations to achieve their projects. It's more like a investment agency or so. They trained you, polish your skills, and guides you to your mission. What kind of mission? Of course missions that would benefit our country. Here's their scope -&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="txt_standard"   style="  color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"Our mission is to contribute to Brunei Darussalam’s success as a land of opportunity for its people and all investors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;We will undertake our mission by focusing on new industries and economic activities that bring to our country new knowledge, new markets, new employment opportunities for our people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;We will focus on business clusters where Brunei Darussalam has competitive advantage and always strive to work in partnership with foreign investors, government agencies and local stakeholders."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm honestly glad about this. I've heard about this agency before, but the sad thing is it took me a couple of years to notice them and their projects. They were set up in Nov 2001.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Future for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out. &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/4909504834913247437-4443137079540278695?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/4443137079540278695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=4443137079540278695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/4443137079540278695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/4443137079540278695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2010/09/emphatic-roots.html' title='emphatic roots'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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-4909504834913247437.post-6142103619642486569</id><published>2010-09-08T12:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T01:44:28.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8.9.10</title><content type='html'>I had a productive conversation with this man at my attachment place. He's the usual same guy whom my other attachment mates and i talked to in the last 2 weeks. He's a good old chap, taught us quite a couple of things. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, we were talking about the development in Brunei. I asked him merely out of curiosity, whether he thinks that Brunei will ever develop with the likes of Singapore and all in terms of economy, structures and others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personally, i doubt if we ever will march forward and be as industrious as our neighboring countries. Sure we have the money from oil and gas, i mean we've got surplus of it, and could provide us vast amount of income for the next 15 years or more. Okay so we got the market for that area. But how about tourism, developments such as structural buildings, industrial market and all? Taking Singapore as an example, i honestly believe they achieved greater in those areas mentioned beforehand, i meant they're just a tiny lil bit of island with no natural resource to lean on - no water, no oil and gas, no rubber plantation. But still they could survive. All hail for Lee Kuan Yew. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still figure how that country managed to be so powerful. But our country can do the same thing. Yes we can, i mean still have a weeee bit of hope for it. It may not be in 10 years, but yeah it'll take more than that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to the opinion i asked from this chap - he reckoned that there are policies in our country and it's hard to do what like other countries are doing. Certain things to keep in mind are culture, preservation of tradition, religion and loyalty in Brunei (that's what i'd gather from his sentences, it was all jumbled up). Those policies are well held by our government, and are determined to preserve our culture. Hard to understand? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay lets elaborate more - imagine you have a well-grown developed country with massive economic developments, various trading connections with other countries. We call your country as Kassius. Kassius is more like the United States in the Pacific, HongKong and Japan in the South China Sea, and Singapore in South East Asia. What do they have in common? They're well-developed countries, they made their mark to the world that they can stand alone in the dark. They grow increasingly good (okay there are some downs...) in terms of economical market, educational programs, land usage, technology inventions, future plan and all sorts. Bottom line is - they're one heck of a country. Its people are given surplus opportunities, let it be career, political elections, freedom of night life and all. Why? Because their government opted to give freedom and chances to its society - they're thriving, ambitious, competitive, visionary, they're in a country full of opportunities where they pay taxes in every sorts of matter, they're the ones who make their country successful in certain ways. In other words, they're the leaders of their own land. It's more like - they work hard, they play hard. And when this massive freedom are given to the society, gradually in 20 years the feeling of 'overthrow each other' or 'freedom of speech' started to crawl out. And what happens if your country Kassius experience this kind? You as the sole leader/president, lose control of your own people. They want this, but you want otherwise. They'll rebel sooner or later, and it could lead to chaos. Your country Kassius could potentially lose its culture and the meaning of tradition. A revolution. Get it? Just get it, okay. I don't want to edit my 'essay'. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's why priority is given to preserving cultures. That's why i think our country Brunei intends to be on 'moderate' rather than going for full 'blow' of developments. I guess to think about it, it's all down to political matter. You know what i mean...It's better not to dig deeper into that detail, haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a positive thinking on what our generation could do for Brunei, great ones - positive difference. Hey, im keeping a healthy mindset here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our young generations have the potential to develop our country, and our country have the potential to grow big (in a preserved way).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-6142103619642486569?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/6142103619642486569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=6142103619642486569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/6142103619642486569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/6142103619642486569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2010/09/pluck-in-my-nose-with-sticks.html' title='8.9.10'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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-4909504834913247437.post-6135658137514291312</id><published>2010-09-06T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T22:30:40.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>timeless zone</title><content type='html'>Here's the thing - when you don't have much to do let it be at your attachment place or your real job, you tend to get tired super fast. It's not logic, yes. But when you spend your whole day just by making your butt sore and your legs all cramped up, you don't have sufficient energy left by the end of the day. To think about it, what the hell have you've been doing all day that makes you all worn out? Nothing but sit, and reading some mags (useful stuffs). Funny. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think i'd rather have something to do like 'site visit' or anything they called a 'real job', then i'd pretty much obliged and won't bugger on complaining. And i would have enough energy left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get what i mean? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd like to do something that i fancy. I mean, i agree not all work post you'd apply beforehand matches with your ideal/dream work description. Surely you'll be involved with other stuffs outside of your job. I guess that's how 'real job' is, you know. You don't necessarily have to do your area of speciality. That's how it works it Brunei. When you have a Degree or Master on your desired course, and suddenly when you're looking for a job here, boom! your job doesn't really coincide with your course. Get it? Perhaps this also applies to other countries... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i'm not really implying that our country is lacking of commitment especially the government, no. But rather something indifferent from other developed countries. Maybe it's because the government does not have a vacancy with regard to your course, and there is quite a hell of a lot of competition out there. Imagine 2,000 graduates each year, all competing for the same post. That quite explains why 1/4 of us are doing what they're not supposed to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder how our country would strive for better in the future; let it be economical, commitment, technology, political, education system and all sorts. One human being surely are not able to change the country, and it would take at least 15 years to get to where Singapore are right now. We've only started to be civilized in the year 1984. It took Brunei 26 years to Singapore's status 10 years ago (just presumption...). It would take the whole generation, my generation to alter and amend our ancestors' work, and be on par with other neighbouring countries. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what can we do? Presuming that not all of young Bruneians share the same thought - we ought to migrate! HAHA if you want to gain a hell of a lot of experience, spend 5 years struggling to settle down (health insurance, cost of standard of living), but want to get skills you can't obtain here, then go for it. Lets say you're a specialist of something - diplomat...but you'd have to work for Brunei in order to get that job...hmm scrap that idea. Okay, take marine biologist, urban planner, software or hardware expert, chemical engineer, architect ---&gt; &lt;i&gt;mesti ada tu&lt;/i&gt;! and all sorts of expertise. Work someplace where there's huge advancement of technology, political views, science and all, spend 10 years there or more, seek and absorb all knowledge you can get from other experts. Then when you have sufficient knowledge or experience, go back to your homeland and try to make a change - help your country. Not only you're one hell of great expert, but you're helping your own homeland by lending your energy, knowledge and skills you've obtained from other developed countries. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, talking is nothing compared to actions. It's all easy to say. But when placed in reality, oh maaaan, we all struggle like crap. That's where determination comes in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what's your plan for the future? Have i thought about mine? Umm... i can't quite say for sure. I do have plans, but it's hard to say if it's a solid one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-6135658137514291312?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/6135658137514291312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=6135658137514291312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/6135658137514291312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/6135658137514291312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2010/09/timeless-zone.html' title='timeless zone'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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-4909504834913247437.post-5570230408233997700</id><published>2010-08-30T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T17:46:08.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mediocre lullaby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/THt9r9JPdwI/AAAAAAAAKFQ/SBOsvOaWIqk/s1600/Wedding1759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/THt9r9JPdwI/AAAAAAAAKFQ/SBOsvOaWIqk/s400/Wedding1759.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511136763119105794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A milestone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-5570230408233997700?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/5570230408233997700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=5570230408233997700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/5570230408233997700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/5570230408233997700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2010/08/mediocre-lullaby.html' title='mediocre lullaby'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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/_xRVYXKA45DM/THt9r9JPdwI/AAAAAAAAKFQ/SBOsvOaWIqk/s72-c/Wedding1759.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909504834913247437.post-6600765923035093852</id><published>2010-08-27T01:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T02:02:02.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friday i'm in love</title><content type='html'>Scala &amp;amp; Kolacny Brothers. They're pretty much the group i'm listening to for the time being. One of their songs is the soundtrack of 'The Social Network' movie. And boy, i love the prelude. Search the song for yourselves. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a question - do you think someone can be an architect eventhough they're quite suckish at drawing/sketching? How about instead of owning those traits - they're visionary. Get what i mean? They're a bit creative but have a hard time interpreting their imaginations into paper. Is that possible for them to be a successful architect? To open up an architectural company and set up businesses among high-profile clients in era? To establish themselves as a good conventional and contemporary architect? Possible? I hope so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because there are quite a few good architects that couldn't draw well, to name a few... and they're successful. They just have to be &lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt; damn good at imaginations, inventions, creating something out of nothing, being aware of every structural detail. And they have to be creative, of course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man, life is hard when you're lacking of something. I guess this is where talent comes in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-6600765923035093852?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/6600765923035093852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=6600765923035093852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/6600765923035093852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/6600765923035093852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2010/08/friday-im-in-love.html' title='friday i&apos;m in love'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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-4909504834913247437.post-2326677510256826802</id><published>2010-08-19T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T22:45:56.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moonlit rooftop</title><content type='html'>I do still think working for the government doesn't really help you much on your experience. I've to say, our government is lacking of commitment to actually progress economically, and such diversity. Just look at the employees, they slack. Plus, the government's 'powerful' bosses does not walk-the-talk. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do you expect our country to progress when there's corruption here and there? For instance - if any of your relatives happens to be the boss of some department or ministry, or if they have the authority to make quick decisions, you're pretty much a lucky ass. You'd go from 'rags to riches' in just few phone calls. You know what i mean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forgive me for posting this, but eversince i've been attached under a government sector for the past 3 weeks, i've learnt that working for a government is more or less easy. No sweat, no gain, no pain. I mean, to compare working for a private sector, the latter offers you much pressure yet a handful of experience that no government sectors could possibly offer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i've to say, it's been relaxing working for the government, and i kinda like it, needless to say. It's wrong for me to complain much when there's nothing to do there, because i like the idea of having my own free time at work. So should i complain about not getting much work? No, i shouldn't. I should just suck it up, and savour the moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, if i can't beat them, might as well join them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hypocrite? HAHA yes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-2326677510256826802?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/2326677510256826802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=2326677510256826802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/2326677510256826802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/2326677510256826802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2010/08/moonlit-rooftop.html' title='moonlit rooftop'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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-4909504834913247437.post-1938482701384822564</id><published>2010-08-02T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T22:22:48.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>suckers</title><content type='html'>When something in your life went well, eventhough there were few glitches here and there, but it all soon came to an abrupt end. No, it's not suicidal case. I'm speaking about your daily lives, your routine, your feelings and emotions. It all comes to an end, more like changed dramatically.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You found out the truth about the whole thing, that what you had before weren't totally real, or not making any sense at all; it just sort of bumps you out. You're in a state of shock, denial, confused, and wanting to know the truth behind it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you can't. You won't ever find out the truth. You never will. Because the source, was and is never reliable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was all lies, made up from some fake puppets engineered to steer a couple of people's lives to living hell/absurdity.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For 17 months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-1938482701384822564?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/1938482701384822564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=1938482701384822564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/1938482701384822564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/1938482701384822564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2010/08/suckers.html' title='suckers'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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-4909504834913247437.post-157129818886575493</id><published>2010-07-25T14:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T14:59:54.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a waste</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/TEvgn-0u3VI/AAAAAAAAKFA/UEICS2dH6r0/s1600/O-14_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/TEvgn-0u3VI/AAAAAAAAKFA/UEICS2dH6r0/s320/O-14_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497734747619515730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A monumental figure, with structural holes. And so is human life. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-157129818886575493?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/157129818886575493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=157129818886575493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/157129818886575493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/157129818886575493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-waste.html' title='what a waste'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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/_xRVYXKA45DM/TEvgn-0u3VI/AAAAAAAAKFA/UEICS2dH6r0/s72-c/O-14_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909504834913247437.post-2308154901543638477</id><published>2010-06-25T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T12:17:46.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pink bull</title><content type='html'>HAHA&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z-Ln_rqPpPk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z-Ln_rqPpPk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-2308154901543638477?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/2308154901543638477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=2308154901543638477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/2308154901543638477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/2308154901543638477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2010/06/pink-bull.html' title='pink bull'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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-4909504834913247437.post-3368121700400836146</id><published>2010-06-23T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T23:39:01.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you are in good hands</title><content type='html'>Whilst waiting for the second-half match between England against Slovenia to resume, i opted to speak my mind out about some things.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, France's failure to reach the group stages. Okay, i can accept that. But the fact that they drew and lost twice! That's cool! Haha what such poor performances. And here comes 'finger-pointing-i-blame-you' game. Their coach, Raymond Domenech refused to shake hands with the coach of South Africa at the end of the match, because the French team were defeated by the home nation team. And of course, the fact that they're out of the WC. Wooo loser coach, the whole 'i-dont-want-to-shake-hands' incident was caught on video, and all over YouTube. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;France and Italy are most definitely, the down-performers in this WC. Argentina are whoa cool. I think i'm gonna root for them (it's because Gonzalo Higuain is in it, if you know what i mean). And England is quite disappointing too. This includes Wazza Rooney. I think if the Three Lions fails to qualify the group stages, Rooney's life would the same as that in Nike's World Cup Advert - mows the field, cute sighs, shaggy beard/goatee, lives off by eating baked beans, and ponders over Landon Donovan/Clint Dempsey's Nike 40feet poster for the rest of his life (actually it was supposed to be Franck Ribery, but since the French are out, and thus so is Ribery. And since the American team was supposed to be a not-so-tough match, and Dempsey scored the equaliser that denied England a win, and since Donovan is such a fucking 'proud' ass, then that poster would be like rubbing salt in Rooney's wounds). But then again, i guess Rooney is under much pressure, the expectations of him to perform like a machine pretty much blunders his performances. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far, there's quite a bunch of controversial red cards shown to players in this WC. I think it's unreasonable to certain cases. I don't quite recall similar issues were shown in previous WC. Biased. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second, Seth Rogen plays the lead role of The Green Hornett. What a bummer. I just found out today. He's a funny guy, whose only supposed to play comedic movies. Well, i can't stand it, his face makes me 'not-want-to-be-serious'. The Green Hornett is an acclaimed story from comics (is it...? Haha), where most teenagers and young adults looked up to it since like ages ago (i assumed...). And Jay Chou is in the movie too. I hope it'll turn out okay, rather than a bummer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The match has resumed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-3368121700400836146?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/3368121700400836146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=3368121700400836146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/3368121700400836146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/3368121700400836146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-are-in-good-hands.html' title='you are in good hands'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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-4909504834913247437.post-5882191351815687874</id><published>2010-06-22T17:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T17:37:47.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the final seduction</title><content type='html'>Alas, The Tudors have finally come to an end, after 4 successful seasons. Their season finale was aired on Sunday 20th June in the US. And of course, piracy has always been a good friend of mine - i've managed to download the finale, without having to wait for another 4 months for its official release on dvd. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the time of the year where most YouKay students returns home. I oddly think whether they're capable to withstand the heat and humidity of Brunei's motherland anymore, after being proudly exposed to cool breeze of Europe for quite some time...i wonder if they even recognize the familiar dark-&lt;i&gt;melangut-cawir&lt;/i&gt; faces of Bruneians anymore...i figure if they ever remember the typical slangs of Brunei anymore, with the likes of &lt;i&gt;"antam tah kau ehh, ingat bapa mu punya jalan?!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;*viewers discretion advised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;pukima!" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA i just love over-the-top dramas. But of course, i don't doubt them. Surely, they're still &lt;i&gt;uang bunai nyamuuu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course, lets not forget the couples who were parted for quite some time - individual A remained in motherland, while individual B opted to study in YouKay. I bet once returned home, there would be some sort of active activities going on between those such couples...if you know what i mean. I guess, that's the immediate time where the sales our famous 'personal store' Guardian, skyrocketed to the roof. If you would go to the aisle where ointments and such are placed, there would be one particular section where 2 items of 'lifetime protection and assurance' be gone, well at least half gone. And that would be - condoms and pregnancy tests. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA pardon me readers, but it wasn't intentional, i was merely having a humble session of amusement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But awww, as i was saying, the parted couples would once again be reunited, holding hands, cuddling, &lt;i&gt;pigang sana sini&lt;/i&gt;, showing their intense love to the world! To sum these up - Public Display of Assfection. I guess The Gadong Mallzzzzz ahakzzz would be crowded with teenagers and such within the next 2 months or so. I despise &lt;i&gt;poklans&lt;/i&gt;. But then again, i don't think YouKay students would be labelled as &lt;i&gt;poklans&lt;/i&gt;. Lets just say...'socialites'. Yes, 'underrated socialites'...much safer to say here. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But hey, i've no objections to couples, i understand that the painful discretion and long distance relationships can be such a pain in the ass. So hey, let them have their way! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I've no idea what that was all about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Out.&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/4909504834913247437-5882191351815687874?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/5882191351815687874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=5882191351815687874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/5882191351815687874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/5882191351815687874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2010/06/final-seduction.html' title='the final seduction'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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-4909504834913247437.post-3843739238278583062</id><published>2010-06-12T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T19:25:53.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the three lions</title><content type='html'>It's all about the World Cup 2010 fever. Everybody's been raving about it, talking about it. I think this year's World Cup is the most-hyped up WC ever, compared to the previous 2 WC. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm rooting for England. That's probably...i don't know, i just feel like it. Though i leave my options open for Spain. By the way, Spain has a really cool home jersey. And i would like to own one. I've no idea why i'm telling you lot about it, it's not as if i'm gonna get one for my belated birthday anyway, so it's kinda useless to mention it here. But then again, it doesn't hurt just to mention it...who knows...you know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think i'm gonna stay up till late at nights, i mean till dawn, just to catch the WC. I mean, it's fun. Just as long as i've someone to accompany me watch it too, then it won't be a lonely match, let it be through online webcam or online chat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-3843739238278583062?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/3843739238278583062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=3843739238278583062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/3843739238278583062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/3843739238278583062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2010/06/three-lions.html' title='the three lions'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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-4909504834913247437.post-2056992127553590835</id><published>2010-06-07T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T12:51:23.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too long road we've been walking on</title><content type='html'>Facebook is overrated. It's becoming like Friendster. I wonder if you guys still keep your Friendster's account, with that lame poklan's pose "pouting", or whatever that labels you as a noob. Like Bruneian poklans would say, "urengz keveru-veruan". &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can understand if it's Twitter, because that program is solely functioned for updates 24/7. You lot can talk crap about your life there, without others getting annoyed by the constant so-called-boring-life-updates of yours. Seriously dude, but don't do those annoying-lame-"oh someone fuck me"-kind-of-updates on your Facebook status. Well, more like "eyh kn tid0r ku eyhzz, gudnite ppl". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a loser. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe, i'm not accustomed to that kind of thing, that's why i'm pretty much rude to you lot. But cmon assholes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-2056992127553590835?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/2056992127553590835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=2056992127553590835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/2056992127553590835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/2056992127553590835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2010/06/too-long-road-weve-been-walking-on.html' title='too long road we&apos;ve been walking on'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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-4909504834913247437.post-3643042984842184441</id><published>2010-06-06T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T16:06:33.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>curry nuts</title><content type='html'>I have lost my sense of blogging touch. I dont know what else to talk about. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-3643042984842184441?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/3643042984842184441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=3643042984842184441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/3643042984842184441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/3643042984842184441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2010/06/curry-nuts.html' title='curry nuts'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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-4909504834913247437.post-5693822098644922105</id><published>2010-05-24T15:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T20:58:59.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No...</title><content type='html'>My Black Jack Diana F+ is no longer working, eversince minutes ago. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, actually i had it sent to the Lomography Asia Company in Hong Kong to get it fixed, via Brunei's Icklebooks Company (this is more like an advert, they should pay me for this --&gt; typical desperate line). I've to wait around 2 weeks to get it done. Unfortunately, im only 2 fucking asshole days late, from the 'replace your item to get new one' thing. That's a damn ass, given just 10 days to replace defects lomo. 2 damn days late! Believe that! I could've gotten a new Black Jack Diana F+ if i was within the period limit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh. I do hope i won't have to pay for the repair. I think i'm still on warranty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was hoping to get a couple of vintage pictures during my next to kin's wedding sometime this week and next week. It would be totally great. This is damn ass. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, this is what you called - A Bad Mother Fucking Timing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-5693822098644922105?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/5693822098644922105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=5693822098644922105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/5693822098644922105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/5693822098644922105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2010/05/no.html' title='No...'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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-4909504834913247437.post-7051317775620034341</id><published>2010-05-23T13:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T21:46:04.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nike World Cup Advert</title><content type='html'>Such an epic football advert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/idLG6jh23yE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/idLG6jh23yE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i can say is, wow dude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wazza Rooney looks kinda 'cute' at scene 1:11, haha &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;bulat usulnya&lt;/span&gt;, rugged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-7051317775620034341?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/7051317775620034341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=7051317775620034341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/7051317775620034341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/7051317775620034341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2010/05/nike-world-cup-advert.html' title='Nike World Cup Advert'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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-4909504834913247437.post-7219125251130687479</id><published>2010-05-22T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T23:23:11.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>patty watty</title><content type='html'>Approximately 2 months lay off - long haul of vacation. I've got nothing to do. So, i'm thinking to get a decent job. Too good to be true huh? Well, believe it dude. I am getting a job. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still on the way though, haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't quite know who reads my blog nowadays. I feel like entertaining you lot *Adam Lambert's For Your Entertainment in the background* haha. Seriously, you'll be getting more of me soon, for the next couple of weeks or so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've almost reached 1 solid year of legal driving. I am yet to renew my license. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....I dont know what else to say for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-7219125251130687479?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/7219125251130687479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=7219125251130687479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/7219125251130687479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/7219125251130687479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2010/05/patty-watty.html' title='patty watty'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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-4909504834913247437.post-7262003204743037315</id><published>2010-05-21T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T00:15:04.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yellow post-it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I borrowed my brother's film scanner, thus this enables me to scan films on my own, without splashing out 5 bucks at the lab shop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i've to say there's difference between the photo scanned in the lab shop and the one scanned at my home. Hey, the home scan is kinda cheap, i can't complain much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/S_VewTt-LSI/AAAAAAAAKEw/knFDWqxJ4wQ/s1600/08630017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/S_VewTt-LSI/AAAAAAAAKEw/knFDWqxJ4wQ/s400/08630017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473385106158529826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lab scan - nice, crisp colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/S_VevyMpAjI/AAAAAAAAKEo/by8cExPCedQ/s1600/2010-05-19_15.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/_xRVYXKA45DM/S_VevyMpAjI/AAAAAAAAKEo/by8cExPCedQ/s400/2010-05-19_15.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473385097160360498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Home scan - you can see bright lights at each of the 4 corners, due to the 'cheapo' scanner's inability to upgrade it's grain. And no, they're not vignettes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh by the way, it's lomography. I'm beginning to love analog camera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-7262003204743037315?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/7262003204743037315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=7262003204743037315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/7262003204743037315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/7262003204743037315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2010/05/yellow-post-it.html' title='yellow post-it'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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/_xRVYXKA45DM/S_VewTt-LSI/AAAAAAAAKEw/knFDWqxJ4wQ/s72-c/08630017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909504834913247437.post-2290465639099311370</id><published>2010-05-18T17:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T18:40:43.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>homography</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My countless tries of 'homography' using Diana F+. Countless. Fucking so many tries i'd tell you, till i'd almost gave up on lomography - my end products are such an ass, so far. It's like looking at an ordinary picture caught off from an old 1990s' Nikon camera. But nah, i'd still want to stick with this kind of thing. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ive issues with its lens - i tend to cut off people's head due to parallax error between the viewfinder and the lens. Plus, im using a 75mm lens, thus it's like focusing one object 10x bigger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In addition to that, im using the normal 35mm film like Kodak and Fuji, instead of the special lomography film, thus this explains the lack of 'saturation of colour' and 'vintage' look. Plus, vignettes were omitted from most of my 'countless tries' of photos, as im using 35mm film instead of a 120mm film. Lomography films are one heck of a price tag compared to the normal ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lomography is an expensive hobby, other than golf (only if you count golf as a hobby, not a sport. Golf is a hobby, people) Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/S_Jq0TMNC5I/AAAAAAAAKEg/BfgrMBIr6II/s1600/08630004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/S_Jq0TMNC5I/AAAAAAAAKEg/BfgrMBIr6II/s400/08630004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472553943945776018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;38mm wide-angle lens, you're next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Allow me to blabber more - Brunei shops does not have the privilege of 'cross-processing'. This surely would be really helpful if we're using on an E-6 film. E-6 film is also called slide film. Unlike the normal C-41 films, slide films produces such an amazing crazy highly saturated colours.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh lomography. My anticipation of vintage colours is the only thing that drives me, must not give up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-2290465639099311370?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/2290465639099311370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=2290465639099311370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/2290465639099311370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/2290465639099311370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2010/05/homography.html' title='homography'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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/_xRVYXKA45DM/S_Jq0TMNC5I/AAAAAAAAKEg/BfgrMBIr6II/s72-c/08630004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909504834913247437.post-4194300069773100553</id><published>2010-05-16T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T14:56:17.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck fuckity fuck fuck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Let me give you an idea on what i want to be 'when i grow up'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to do this: may i introduce to you, a traditional home yet modern furnishings. I made it myself! *showoff* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/S--VmbKC3QI/AAAAAAAAKEY/p-eg6FIpZPg/s1600/Ng+Mei+Ping.jpeg"&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/_xRVYXKA45DM/S--VmbKC3QI/AAAAAAAAKEY/p-eg6FIpZPg/s400/Ng+Mei+Ping.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471756559635897602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha yeah, quite funny huh? Hey cmon, i like doing these stuffs you know. Designing homes. Iyeaaa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The house up there, was part of my AutoCad Assignment guys, so it's merely a coincidence that you happen to come across this kind of thing, it's not as if i build that on my own free-will. Who knows, i might 'build' things like this again in the 'near future'. Pfttt HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yeah, i find this thing fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out. &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/4909504834913247437-4194300069773100553?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/4194300069773100553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=4194300069773100553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/4194300069773100553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/4194300069773100553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2010/05/fuck-fuckity-fuck-fuck.html' title='fuck fuckity fuck fuck'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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/_xRVYXKA45DM/S--VmbKC3QI/AAAAAAAAKEY/p-eg6FIpZPg/s72-c/Ng+Mei+Ping.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909504834913247437.post-3188380573307894833</id><published>2010-05-10T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T02:31:13.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>manchester united, oh you loser</title><content type='html'>Here i am, sitting in a dark lit room, at 2.23 Monday morning. Yes, at the crack of dawn. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My exams are over. It was dreadful. I am hoping for the slightest miracle to save my ass in my 2nd semester. Let the good aura come to me *applying The Secret Law of Attraction shit* haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am supposed to be sleeping. Ive been yawning for more than 6 times. But then again, who needs to know that? You? Pfftt purrrlease. Anyways, i got to wake up early 'today'. Or else i would get my neck sliced off by some person, for being late again and again and again. Who needs to know this info? You? Pffftt purrrlease.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA shit that's annoying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's two counts of shit for this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna be quite free for the next 3 months. Holidays baby! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-3188380573307894833?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/3188380573307894833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=3188380573307894833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/3188380573307894833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/3188380573307894833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2010/05/manchester-united-oh-you-loser.html' title='manchester united, oh you loser'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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-4909504834913247437.post-3672493927391515311</id><published>2010-05-08T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T19:28:50.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>words inside my bed sheets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Few days after the initial milestone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/S-VKjPpt_dI/AAAAAAAAKEQ/SYa_XqX64iY/s1600/4557447357_ec43faea92_b.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/S-VKjPpt_dI/AAAAAAAAKEQ/SYa_XqX64iY/s400/4557447357_ec43faea92_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468859291868724690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's been a tough one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-3672493927391515311?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/3672493927391515311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=3672493927391515311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/3672493927391515311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/3672493927391515311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2010/05/words-inside-my-bed-sheets.html' title='words inside my bed sheets'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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/_xRVYXKA45DM/S-VKjPpt_dI/AAAAAAAAKEQ/SYa_XqX64iY/s72-c/4557447357_ec43faea92_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909504834913247437.post-4212223959048265133</id><published>2010-04-29T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T02:31:07.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what i want is what you want</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I want to post something bold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The photo down there is just so fucking hot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish i've that kind of stare, to melt you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/S9h-W9IsEmI/AAAAAAAAKD4/9EfmHdFVwaY/s1600/6a00d83451d8ee69e20120a5ad07af970b-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/S9h-W9IsEmI/AAAAAAAAKD4/9EfmHdFVwaY/s400/6a00d83451d8ee69e20120a5ad07af970b-800wi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465257080647324258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow, another proud milestone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out. &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/4909504834913247437-4212223959048265133?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/4212223959048265133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=4212223959048265133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/4212223959048265133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/4212223959048265133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-i-want-is-what-you-want.html' title='what i want is what you want'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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/_xRVYXKA45DM/S9h-W9IsEmI/AAAAAAAAKD4/9EfmHdFVwaY/s72-c/6a00d83451d8ee69e20120a5ad07af970b-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909504834913247437.post-4291679295445081758</id><published>2010-04-09T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T17:15:00.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a palace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Beautiful place. Someday. Perhaps.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/S7zAWgDrgZI/AAAAAAAAKDY/CyYFCXO-efw/s400/4295130376_d9bed22e75.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm coming home today, late night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out. &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/4909504834913247437-4291679295445081758?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/4291679295445081758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=4291679295445081758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/4291679295445081758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/4291679295445081758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2010/04/palace.html' title='a palace'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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/_xRVYXKA45DM/S7zAWgDrgZI/AAAAAAAAKDY/CyYFCXO-efw/s72-c/4295130376_d9bed22e75.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909504834913247437.post-5922253846504170696</id><published>2010-04-08T05:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T01:24:56.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woven heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Early flight. I will be back, soon. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/S7y_KdOh44I/AAAAAAAAKDQ/PO7mItRXQy0/s320/3267262985_5a80711790.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-5922253846504170696?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/5922253846504170696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=5922253846504170696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/5922253846504170696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/5922253846504170696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2010/04/woven-heart.html' title='woven heart'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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/_xRVYXKA45DM/S7y_KdOh44I/AAAAAAAAKDQ/PO7mItRXQy0/s72-c/3267262985_5a80711790.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909504834913247437.post-7130350634616416000</id><published>2010-03-30T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T22:06:09.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uptight, lets explore your body</title><content type='html'>When you're emotionally and physically involved with someone, there's some sort of attachment between both of you. It's one thing that most human beings experience on the first quarter of their life. You just own this attachment and entanglement with that person, and you can't go away from it, because you don't want to. You cherish and adore that person so much, that it makes you sick just to go away, let alone to stop loving that someone. You just can't bear the thought of not-loving that person, nor hurting his/her feelings. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your love for him/her is so great that you'd dare to follow that person wherever they go. I mean, wherever, no matter how risky and deadly it may sound. It's more like - you'd die or choked to death without having your love one being part of your life. The memories created between both of you is overwhelming till it hurts inside just to let it slip away. It hurts to know that they're not in your life anymore. You're lifeless without his/her presence, without their love, without their care, without their compassionate gestures, without their assurances that he/she loves you still. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Relationships has its ups and downs. Loads. It's like going to Saturn, but you know it's impossible to reach. This is similar to real life relationships - you're in it, but it's impossible to stay really really really happy for so many moments without having quarrels. It has got to be few negativity in it. White has got to be black in it. Like Yin-Yang. That's a hardship really, to maintain a very stable relationship. All you want to do is to relinquish those happy moments and memories, and to keep it that way, to avoid all possible wrong-doings or whatsoever that could pain him/her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess by the end of the chapter, human beings make silly and nonsensical mistakes in relationships. Yet, they keep on repeating it again and again. They rarely learnt from mistakes. Few people repent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chances after chances. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, you've got to change. For him/her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your other better half has faith in you. He/she believes in you. Don't let them down. Don't make them have this doubts on you again. Convince them emotionally that you're not going to leave nor stop loving him/her. Show it. Walk the talk. Promises doesn't really work nowadays, as people break them easily. Instead, show him/her that you're serious on your love, that you and him/her has future together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're the crown jewels in my eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-7130350634616416000?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/7130350634616416000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=7130350634616416000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/7130350634616416000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/7130350634616416000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2010/03/uptight-lets-explore-your-body.html' title='uptight, lets explore your body'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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-4909504834913247437.post-8476897083209898741</id><published>2010-03-29T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T23:15:00.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gravity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2475/3818998192_119b86ee56.jpg" alt="Take me with you by ismay☮." title="" width="500" height="348" class="reflect" style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;I will follow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-8476897083209898741?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/8476897083209898741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=8476897083209898741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/8476897083209898741'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait for the premiere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sawkFsNSrAk&amp;amp;border=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sawkFsNSrAk&amp;amp;border=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-3448416416235731455?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/3448416416235731455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=3448416416235731455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/3448416416235731455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/3448416416235731455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2010/03/tudors-fourth-and-final-season.html' title='everyone knows what happened to the wives of Henry VIII'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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-4909504834913247437.post-3104803919127058741</id><published>2010-03-24T17:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T19:05:19.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>steel ass</title><content type='html'>I'm off the hook for assignments-reports tonight. I havent had a decent 'relaxed' time eversince Survey Camp kicked off  which was during our semester 1 break. But now, phew i'm off the workload for a while, till tomorrow though. Haha &lt;i&gt;alang-alang.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do think that Bruneians are more or less 'carcist' (yes that's not even listed in the dict), meaning they're judgmental when it comes to what type of car people drive. You see, i drive an old wagon, and everytime i'm on the road with that classic wagon, people tend to drive their nerves on me, such as accelerating their so-called-Merz to my bumper (&lt;i&gt;sengaja supaya aku&lt;/i&gt; drive &lt;i&gt;laju-laju&lt;/i&gt;), or turn their freaking heads when they pass by me on the right lane. Meaning to say, &lt;i&gt;mentang-mentang krita buruk, dapat tah tu kan kurang ajar arah aku, pikir urang &lt;/i&gt;Indian &lt;i&gt;kali aku ani. Auu tau ku krita ku&lt;/i&gt; is what Indians typically use, but cmon?! I may drive an old car, but i don't have much debts all around me, at least i don't have to starve myself in order to pay off monthly car loans, unlike most people who gave the&lt;i&gt; 'ehh buduh urang krita buruk ani'&lt;/i&gt; look. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, i may be overly judgmental about this, pardon me. But i'm just quite speaking my mind out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All i'm trying to blurt out is that, please have respect for other drivers, regardless of their car type or age or race or whatever bitch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-3104803919127058741?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/3104803919127058741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=3104803919127058741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/3104803919127058741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/3104803919127058741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2010/03/steel-ass.html' title='steel ass'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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-4909504834913247437.post-4281317018947562599</id><published>2010-03-22T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T21:39:10.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you forgot to wear your underwear</title><content type='html'>At times, i do think human beings are hypocrite. They dished negatively about others on their behaviors and qualities, when they themselves are typically similar. They dished others for being too proud of their achievements, when i personally think that they're jealous. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Humans are hypocrite, and judgmental. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think i am too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess im just not aware of the situation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-4281317018947562599?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/4281317018947562599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=4281317018947562599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/4281317018947562599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/4281317018947562599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-forgot-to-wear-your-underwear.html' title='you forgot to wear your underwear'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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-4909504834913247437.post-3486473252739472023</id><published>2010-03-20T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T18:04:17.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby babi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/S6SdYO9ZmZI/AAAAAAAAKDI/OnPvSpcEF5Y/s1600-h/Masque+Image3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/S6SdYO9ZmZI/AAAAAAAAKDI/OnPvSpcEF5Y/s320/Masque+Image3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450654488683190674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-3486473252739472023?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/3486473252739472023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=3486473252739472023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/3486473252739472023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/3486473252739472023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2010/03/baby-babi.html' title='baby babi'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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/_xRVYXKA45DM/S6SdYO9ZmZI/AAAAAAAAKDI/OnPvSpcEF5Y/s72-c/Masque+Image3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909504834913247437.post-666360494307628681</id><published>2010-03-19T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T22:15:27.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>instant pleasure</title><content type='html'>Hydraulics Test II will be heading my way tomorrow morning, 0800 hours, HK time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AutoCad Assignment I deadline tomorrow night, 2355 hours, HK time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rugged time reference huh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not quite ready for both, at all. AutoCad 57.8% done. Hydraulics revision 12.51% covered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still got a long way to go. And yet, here i am, typing nonsensical thoughts and listening to R.E.M's Everybody Hurts, rather than putting more efforts on those two important things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's what i think - when someone is in love, they tend to 'blind' their friendship relations with his/her friends. Thus, this results in ' a decrease in friendship level to red bar' just like in The Sims. The less time they spend with their old/new friends, the more farther apart they get. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't be overly judgmental on this matter, for i myself don't really know whose to blame. I guess blame it on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Jamie Foxx's song "Blame It On" song plays in the background*... blame it on booze! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA sucker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-666360494307628681?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/666360494307628681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=666360494307628681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/666360494307628681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/666360494307628681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2010/03/instant-pleasure.html' title='instant pleasure'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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-4909504834913247437.post-1333653767545911591</id><published>2010-02-22T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T00:06:58.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you'll be the queen of spades</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To sum up the events happened, that led to today, has been pretty much different and somewhat a jolt in the ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow, i feel like typing nonsensical things here, update on life. Haha such a hypocrite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to make a bet on myself to keep on blogging everyday till 28th Feb. I'll be sort of away for a week starting on that date, so i pretty much want to make a 'wish list' before im off to the jungle of woohoo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It'll be my first camping trip. Should've been second.&lt;i&gt; Eseh &lt;/i&gt;show-off. Haha. I missed out on OBBD (wooo you losers, i finally got the pronunciation right!) back in 2008.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here comes the much 'awaited' photo. Haha *poot* yourself meips, such an ass. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/S4KpOCgHMNI/AAAAAAAAKC4/8Z0MjcGoGVE/s320/DSC_0302.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441097358471803090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(explicit content. nudity somewhere. if desperate, do search&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was taken last year, back in end of Nov perhaps. Thus, my hair right now, i mean right at this very moment, is pretty much shorter than the photo above. Yes, shorter not longer. I cut it short again weeks after this picture was taken *does that shampoo thing like they always do in commercials* whaaaat...? i just felt like it, im tired of having the same hairstyle over and over again. So i opted for a change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-1333653767545911591?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/1333653767545911591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=1333653767545911591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/1333653767545911591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/1333653767545911591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2010/02/youll-be-queen-of-spades.html' title='you&apos;ll be the queen of spades'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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/_xRVYXKA45DM/S4KpOCgHMNI/AAAAAAAAKC4/8Z0MjcGoGVE/s72-c/DSC_0302.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909504834913247437.post-2067804138309954792</id><published>2010-01-29T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T14:51:44.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>send me to rehab</title><content type='html'>Related to the previous post, i feel rather much like a hypocrite. But then again, who isnt?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teenagers talk about none other than their teenage life. And as for pre-adult categories, they explore their adulthood adventure, less drama but more action. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As most of you lot has claimed, life is unfair and depressing. It sucks the whole lot of you out of the happiness you should deserve. Yeah, the common feelings most people would say. Including me...was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It sounds pretty much absurd and selfish to say this - things at the beginning are such a pain in the ass, but it'll get better in the coming moments. We all say we want to kill ourselves and run away from the sad things, but in the end, we dont really mean it. When we're depressed, we say nonsense things we're not supposed to. It's how nature works, i assume. It's like a cycle of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, i know you will get through the pain. Sooner or later you would. Because i know you well, and i believe you. Be strong in the coming months. Keep your head-up. I know it wont be easy. But you wont be the only one going through it. You'll have someone to share it with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blogging is another form of saying messages to certain people, and its up to them whether they know its for them or otherwise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-2067804138309954792?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/2067804138309954792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=2067804138309954792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/2067804138309954792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/2067804138309954792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2010/01/send-me-to-rehab.html' title='send me to rehab'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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-4909504834913247437.post-7798168560675770479</id><published>2009-12-02T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T00:18:50.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sour plum juice</title><content type='html'>I'm starting to think that blogging is such a teenager's life. The reason they blog is definitely because they dont have anything better else to do, their life is lifeless and hence they depend on others to comment and make them feel better. It's more like an attention seeking method. The more they blog about their nonsense-irrelevant life, the more sympathy and fame they obtain from the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's just how teenagers pick their way. They blog and expect readers to comment about it the next hour. What do they get from that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get it if bloggers writes about social whereabouts and all, more like 'a walking news'. Get what i mean? That's appropriate. But what's not, is the fact that some bloggers are blabbering their life away to strangers. That's absurd. Throwing free information about themselves to probably some pervert men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, that's just how the trend goes these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't beat them, join them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA some post huh? Ouchy to most of you. Ahh well, im a hypocrite aw well.&lt;em&gt; Nada sadar diri&lt;/em&gt;. But hey, at least i rarely blurted out my daily life to strangers now. Moreover, i refuse to share my life with others, except...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-7798168560675770479?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/7798168560675770479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=7798168560675770479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/7798168560675770479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/7798168560675770479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/12/sour-plum-juice.html' title='sour plum juice'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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-4909504834913247437.post-1184746945200317064</id><published>2009-11-28T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T00:34:17.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>foxy lil thing</title><content type='html'>Here i am, sitting comfortably on the couch, watching Manchester United against Portsmouth. Damn it, im fucking sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm waiting for...haha. Oh, i've just been nudged. Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoots, happy belated birthday to si susue. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've an event tomorrow morning. &lt;em&gt;Eseh macam urang sibuk saja wah&lt;/em&gt;, pffttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i want to be an architect. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-1184746945200317064?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/1184746945200317064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=1184746945200317064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/1184746945200317064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/1184746945200317064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/11/foxy-lil-thing.html' title='foxy lil thing'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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-4909504834913247437.post-6889844293809185991</id><published>2009-11-15T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T23:15:00.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday babe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SwAZ3Pth5XI/AAAAAAAAKCw/kU8bpP2zPg0/s1600-h/DSC_0038%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_0038" border="0" alt="DSC_0038" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SwAZ58uMTbI/AAAAAAAAKC0/u6m17RH_5G8/DSC_0038_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="282" height="440" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Happy 19th to the human-being above. HAHA. Happy Birthday, Sue. So, being 19 makes you a lil bit saggier and older than yesterday, haha. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;No worries, age and wrinkles doesnt matter here. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Enjoy your gift.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Regards, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Mei Ping ---&amp;gt; your ‘malay-wannabe-but-actually-cina’ friend. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;*this post is quite shorter than that of last year*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Out. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-6889844293809185991?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/6889844293809185991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=6889844293809185991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/6889844293809185991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/6889844293809185991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/11/birthday-babe.html' title='birthday babe'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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://lh4.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SwAZ58uMTbI/AAAAAAAAKC0/u6m17RH_5G8/s72-c/DSC_0038_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909504834913247437.post-8764716417314080747</id><published>2009-11-01T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T21:57:46.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who am i to rate the morning sun?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The Prague Chamber Orchestra was phenomenal. I love it. My first orchestral event, and more to come!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Su2NgJzClqI/AAAAAAAAKAo/XTIKffPzGwY/s1600-h/DSC_0046%5B11%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_0046" border="0" alt="DSC_0046" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Su2NiaXp77I/AAAAAAAAKAw/nGQ5DrzJGwg/DSC_0046_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="441" height="277" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Seated at H34 was quite a nuisance. As you can see here, i couldnt see anything much up front, due to the “Marge Simpson&amp;quot; hair-do look-alike”. I felt like chopping her head off. HAHA. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Su2NldF1JPI/AAAAAAAAKA4/oF0suJg_evY/s1600-h/DSC_0048%5B11%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_0048" border="0" alt="DSC_0048" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Su2NnuB01vI/AAAAAAAAKBA/y1bOend6-7Q/DSC_0048_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="443" height="279" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;A view from my seat.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Su2Nri4N4cI/AAAAAAAAKBI/_fSk11xu4tc/s1600-h/DSC_0058%5B12%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_0058" border="0" alt="DSC_0058" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Su2NuCc8QiI/AAAAAAAAKBQ/YT5W5qqPk6M/DSC_0058_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="448" height="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;The performers took their positions.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Su2Nx7p9w6I/AAAAAAAAKBY/lYuC6ZyV9po/s1600-h/DSC_0062%5B11%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_0062" border="0" alt="DSC_0062" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Su2N0VgF5fI/AAAAAAAAKBg/Cz0LyLMTQlc/DSC_0062_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="453" height="284" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Waiting for Charles Olivieri-Munroe, the conductor to come up on stage. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Su2PvBACCSI/AAAAAAAAKBo/Bb5nV1fZ0nw/s1600-h/DSC_0065%5B11%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_0065" border="0" alt="DSC_0065" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Su2N2neCP1I/AAAAAAAAKBs/9LBKDHqU8Hg/DSC_0065_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="452" height="284" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Spotted a quite familiar face, on the left-hand side. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Su2N5hw9aPI/AAAAAAAAKB0/CW9SB2bOGl0/s1600-h/DSC_0067%5B11%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_0067" border="0" alt="DSC_0067" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Su2N8ItQ89I/AAAAAAAAKB8/tbIOkoNo5XM/DSC_0067_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="455" height="284" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt; Marie Fajtova, the soprano. She possessed a resounding voice! And didnt even use the mic! Haha that’s what sopranos does, dude. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Su2N_GNIoGI/AAAAAAAAKCE/RwoS94SbW7c/s1600-h/DSC_0070%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_0070" border="0" alt="DSC_0070" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Su2OBaLeOLI/AAAAAAAAKCM/kDe5Oeu4e7A/DSC_0070_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="455" height="284" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Almost reached to the end of the event.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Su2P-OlE3hI/AAAAAAAAKCU/LnuYzw18zXo/s1600-h/DSC_0066%5B11%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_0066" border="0" alt="DSC_0066" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Su2OD2tMmII/AAAAAAAAKCY/2JpZ-w9L_II/DSC_0066_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="459" height="286" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;The conductor, i’ve to say, was lively and somehow cute. He jumped quite a few times every time a high note or ‘climax’ was reached. He was stiff at some point, swaying his body and head sideways to the music, which we all find it cute. Haha. He interacted with the audience by the end of the event, made few funny gestures.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;All in all, i love the event. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I love classical music, babe. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Su2OGQYZ5HI/AAAAAAAAKCg/wNK-ARlnIgg/s1600-h/28564230_1d8a05c00e%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="28564230_1d8a05c00e" border="0" alt="28564230_1d8a05c00e" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Su2OHwaPXFI/AAAAAAAAKCo/uJLsiR9HvaQ/28564230_1d8a05c00e_thumb%5B15%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="462" height="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It was a fun night.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-8764716417314080747?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/8764716417314080747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=8764716417314080747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/8764716417314080747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/8764716417314080747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/11/who-am-i-to-rate-morning-sun.html' title='who am i to rate the morning sun?'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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://lh4.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Su2NiaXp77I/AAAAAAAAKAw/nGQ5DrzJGwg/s72-c/DSC_0046_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909504834913247437.post-7239865659760296044</id><published>2009-10-27T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T21:13:06.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>up on the roof</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Lady and The Lord are sadden by your passing. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;The Lord is terribly sorry. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Your cry for help was the final words The Lord heard from you. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;And now, there won’t be anymore sentences nor advices from you. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Both will sorely miss your presence, that ever existed from the beginning. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Rest in peace. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="5" face="ScriptS"&gt;&lt;font size="6" face="Rage Italic"&gt;Jennifer Alice von Hiem Roshfiere&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- depicted from a chapter -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-7239865659760296044?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/7239865659760296044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=7239865659760296044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/7239865659760296044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/7239865659760296044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/10/up-on-roof.html' title='up on the roof'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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-4909504834913247437.post-1634607547380840774</id><published>2009-10-19T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T23:44:47.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no one would stop me from drinking my wine</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;You see, i sort of miss typing out long sentences in this blog. But then again, my laziness is pretty much overwhelming that i cant seem to shake it off.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Thus, instead, it’ll be another photo post for now. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Somehow i do feel its like a ‘must’ to blog. The thing is, it’s not supposed to be that way. I should blog independently, regardless of any excuses foreseen. Instead, i feel like being forced to write something decent out of nothing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eseh, bagi kan menyangak aku ahh.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/StyJaFaSMbI/AAAAAAAAJ_g/5x5qWDT9I0c/s1600-h/IMG_1437%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMG_1437" border="0" alt="IMG_1437" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/StyJbpqdd-I/AAAAAAAAJ_k/zkwH4XvaJ8A/IMG_1437_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="462" height="352" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Taken during 2008 summer holiday in HK. I was at the top of the world. It was beautiful, i could almost see the whole HK lit up from up above. Night cool breeze. I could almost feel the cloud hovering just inches from my head. That’s how high the building was, on a peak. It was the perfect view to see HK. I would love to there again. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Someday, there’ll be a moment to shine. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yes, that’s my cup of tea. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Out. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-1634607547380840774?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/1634607547380840774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=1634607547380840774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/1634607547380840774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/1634607547380840774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-one-would-stop-me-from-drinking-my.html' title='no one would stop me from drinking my wine'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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://lh4.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/StyJbpqdd-I/AAAAAAAAJ_k/zkwH4XvaJ8A/s72-c/IMG_1437_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909504834913247437.post-1092762932427347610</id><published>2009-10-17T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T01:25:00.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the world would just treat my wife right</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Definitely a sexy song.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IsmmZUvvSf4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IsmmZUvvSf4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Oh yes. Listening to it all night long, makes the aura sexy. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-1092762932427347610?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/1092762932427347610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=1092762932427347610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/1092762932427347610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/1092762932427347610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/10/world-would-just-treat-my-wife-right.html' title='the world would just treat my wife right'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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-4909504834913247437.post-1283529073861151796</id><published>2009-10-16T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T09:47:32.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meet me on the equinox</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Happy 10th months old to Thomasik.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/StfQjyX0OzI/AAAAAAAAJ_Q/YLQZZRUAueE/s1600-h/DSC_0447%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_0447" border="0" alt="DSC_0447" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/StfQme8FREI/AAAAAAAAJ_U/pLtkhtu0tPU/DSC_0447_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="201" height="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/StfQqujleYI/AAAAAAAAJ_Y/7GagQov_MLQ/s1600-h/DSC_0446%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_0446" border="0" alt="DSC_0446" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/StfQsy_FCyI/AAAAAAAAJ_c/I2hmAFsEbRU/DSC_0446_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="202" height="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-1283529073861151796?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/1283529073861151796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=1283529073861151796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/1283529073861151796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/1283529073861151796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/10/meet-me-on-equinox.html' title='meet me on the equinox'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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://lh6.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/StfQme8FREI/AAAAAAAAJ_U/pLtkhtu0tPU/s72-c/DSC_0447_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909504834913247437.post-8523120443537673145</id><published>2009-09-20T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T16:07:55.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dirty spoof</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Watch the video below, its New Moon spoof. Cracks my ass out of it. Hilarious baby!   &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:60ceeac8-508e-48b4-a4a6-ddeeab745abc" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div id="6b1f332d-3ba4-4d40-963c-098b13e4c20e" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PbAppj00nZo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SrXi0DIUMnI/AAAAAAAAJ_I/GWpvjDyaBGs/video8eaeea7e9889%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('6b1f332d-3ba4-4d40-963c-098b13e4c20e'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/PbAppj00nZo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/PbAppj00nZo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;HAHAHAHAHA funny huh? Nice body as well.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Meanwhile, here’s a new New Moon trailer. Super cool man! Hot abs, sexy dare, romantic scenes, Jacob begging her to stay with him, Bella sacrifice running all the way to the other side of the country to save Eddie, awesome body…again– and all in the name of love. Sexy!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:e9f10380-9415-44f4-bcae-8adc0d189b2b" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div id="fff128d9-c6f4-43ad-ac0f-e7fa9be30255" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X9Uc53vv1qg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SrXi2J8EZGI/AAAAAAAAJ_M/XBNU1CQy_Bk/video390570ac9a9c%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('fff128d9-c6f4-43ad-ac0f-e7fa9be30255'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/X9Uc53vv1qg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/X9Uc53vv1qg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;November 20th. Mark it as an outing with your date!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-8523120443537673145?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/8523120443537673145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=8523120443537673145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/8523120443537673145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/8523120443537673145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/09/dirty-spoof.html' title='dirty spoof'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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://lh6.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SrXi0DIUMnI/AAAAAAAAJ_I/GWpvjDyaBGs/s72-c/video8eaeea7e9889%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909504834913247437.post-2872370477975594402</id><published>2009-09-06T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T18:15:38.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>similes versus</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Behold!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SqOLsh1fBTI/AAAAAAAAJ_A/RARXi3Cdstc/s1600-h/2960548195_b7ecffda7f%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="2960548195_b7ecffda7f" border="0" alt="2960548195_b7ecffda7f" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SqOLxyRWp2I/AAAAAAAAJ_E/dkDwK5QWo2g/2960548195_b7ecffda7f_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="493" height="371" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;For The Lady &amp;amp; The Lord.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Out. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-2872370477975594402?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/2872370477975594402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=2872370477975594402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/2872370477975594402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/2872370477975594402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/09/similes-versus.html' title='similes versus'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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://lh5.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SqOLxyRWp2I/AAAAAAAAJ_E/dkDwK5QWo2g/s72-c/2960548195_b7ecffda7f_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909504834913247437.post-3709363533182034828</id><published>2009-09-03T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T22:25:00.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mamamia here i go again</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I usually avoid posting 2 posts in one day, but i cant seem to hold back my eagerness to tell you lot about XPERIA X2.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Sp-7rk0-YOI/AAAAAAAAJ-U/pqJhbqflaQI/s1600-h/SonyEricsson-X2%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="SonyEricsson-X2" border="0" alt="SonyEricsson-X2" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Sp-7xXpA-dI/AAAAAAAAJ-Y/ZJGGbc13EN0/SonyEricsson-X2_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="273" height="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Sp-7_lNILNI/AAAAAAAAJ-c/XxtXadEzXI0/s1600-h/sony-ericsson-xperia-x2%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="sony-ericsson-xperia-x2" border="0" alt="sony-ericsson-xperia-x2" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Sp-8NMNHQfI/AAAAAAAAJ-g/5iB4Sbnvag8/sony-ericsson-xperia-x2_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="118" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Sp-8aDe1aMI/AAAAAAAAJ-k/iB4PmgpKMrg/s1600-h/Sony-Ericsson-Xperia-X2-hands-on-1%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Sony-Ericsson-Xperia-X2-hands-on-1" border="0" alt="Sony-Ericsson-Xperia-X2-hands-on-1" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Sp-8eWu7d4I/AAAAAAAAJ-s/Vzx1tztPEWg/Sony-Ericsson-Xperia-X2-hands-on-1_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="399" height="264" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’s a fucking thing that my X1 sucks, it doesnt function properly now (after 5 months), and that i still owe my next to kin on the gadget, which thereby means that i cant sell it in order to purchase the next generation of X1. My keypad is such a damn letdown, perhaps due to the fact that i always use them 24/7, or is it because all QWERTY phones are always like that, problems with their keypads. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yes, i feel like selling it already. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I didnt know that X2, X3 and X5 are coming out soon.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Sp-8oOMIA6I/AAAAAAAAJ-w/cZQVjSAwob0/s1600-h/sonyericsson-rachaelxpansys%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="sonyericsson-rachaelxpansys" border="0" alt="sonyericsson-rachaelxpansys" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Sp-8s3nKS8I/AAAAAAAAJ-0/_WEmOkixEQM/sonyericsson-rachaelxpansys_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="398" height="364" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;X3, Codename - Rachael.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Sp-8ynfI3kI/AAAAAAAAJ-4/YqsaQQN79A0/s1600-h/sony-ericsson-xperia-x5-nadine-1%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="sony-ericsson-xperia-x5-nadine-1" border="0" alt="sony-ericsson-xperia-x5-nadine-1" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Sp-82mq8-EI/AAAAAAAAJ-8/4ym4Tm_VVkA/sony-ericsson-xperia-x5-nadine-1_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="401" height="303" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;X5, Codename – Nadine. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Gosh, so fucking sexy and slick phones!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Out. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-3709363533182034828?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/3709363533182034828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=3709363533182034828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/3709363533182034828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/3709363533182034828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/09/mamamia-here-i-go-again.html' title='mamamia here i go again'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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://lh5.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Sp-7xXpA-dI/AAAAAAAAJ-Y/ZJGGbc13EN0/s72-c/SonyEricsson-X2_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909504834913247437.post-7638733303783210744</id><published>2009-09-03T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T20:27:11.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ranging the line</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Almost half or so of the bloggers out there opted to have&amp;#160; a ‘break’ from their blogging thingy. A long vacation phase. It seems quiet over the past 5 weeks. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyways, ive been meaning to post a couple of fantastic and breathtaking &lt;em&gt;(eseh)&lt;/em&gt; places here. But then i decided to post only one out of the lots. Haha &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Beautiful, i’d tell you. Thanks to a friend of mine. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Sp-18nxSlrI/AAAAAAAAJ-M/kFn87Mwkvu4/s1600-h/800px-Meteora_1_evlahosThe%20Rousanou%20monastery.%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="800px-Meteora_1_evlahosThe Rousanou monastery." border="0" alt="800px-Meteora_1_evlahosThe Rousanou monastery." src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Sp-2GNaUueI/AAAAAAAAJ-Q/LlXGV2F75aM/800px-Meteora_1_evlahosThe%20Rousanou%20monastery._thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="501" height="338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The Rousanou Monastery.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yeap, it’s a church thingy. Cool huh? How you all wished that your crib is as cool as that piece of thing. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Out. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-7638733303783210744?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/7638733303783210744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=7638733303783210744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/7638733303783210744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/7638733303783210744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/09/ranging-line.html' title='ranging the line'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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://lh4.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Sp-2GNaUueI/AAAAAAAAJ-Q/LlXGV2F75aM/s72-c/800px-Meteora_1_evlahosThe%20Rousanou%20monastery._thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909504834913247437.post-1040385172445466273</id><published>2009-08-26T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T23:34:47.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iron ass</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It has been much of a rollercoaster for me in the past few days. It’s as if you're being pinched in the chest and you screamed in pain because it hurts so bad that it makes you wanna pee in the drain.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Greetings to you lot. HAHA what a way to start of my 26 days of absence by blabbering about nonsensical stuffs. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Actually, i was pretty much caught up with errr…like others are caught up nowadays.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I hadn't slept for 2 days straight. I am not fooling around. I haven't hit the sack since Monday. Cumulative 5 hrs of sleep in within a space of 2 days was all i could manage. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Don’t we just wanna strangle assignments? It has been choking us, especially me (im such a ‘sleepaholic’, haha) since college life, and now it resurfaced back up again. Ah yes, agree with me on that. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My bed looks so tempting. It’s welcoming me with open arms right now, mind-saying “come to me baby, i’m waiting for you”. HAHA. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I am definitely thinking of you. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Out. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-1040385172445466273?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/1040385172445466273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=1040385172445466273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/1040385172445466273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/1040385172445466273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/08/iron-ass.html' title='iron ass'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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-4909504834913247437.post-2131899501566326760</id><published>2009-08-01T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T00:19:59.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>filthy gorgeous</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Something that makes me laugh like hell. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SnRrFeNh6LI/AAAAAAAAJ-E/8lrFCkNCRZw/s1600-h/1871600873_9615802027gd%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="1871600873_9615802027gd" border="0" alt="1871600873_9615802027gd" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SnRrLPUcUJI/AAAAAAAAJ-I/DV9enLiTB7s/1871600873_9615802027gd_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="431" height="342" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;HAHA Khloe Kardashian!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-2131899501566326760?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/2131899501566326760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=2131899501566326760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/2131899501566326760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/2131899501566326760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/08/filthy-gorgeous.html' title='filthy gorgeous'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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://lh5.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SnRrLPUcUJI/AAAAAAAAJ-I/DV9enLiTB7s/s72-c/1871600873_9615802027gd_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909504834913247437.post-8504815979729322723</id><published>2009-07-31T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T20:38:42.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there’s a chance you’ll be living with me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It’s been a month since i left my post at Baiduri Finance. Eseh rugged &lt;em&gt;bunyinya, padahal skadar,&lt;/em&gt; a temporary general clerk&lt;em&gt; jua ganya&lt;/em&gt;. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I haven’t taken my school leaving certificate yet, nor my A Level certificate. Perhaps i shall get it done tomorrow morning after i have my cup of coffee by the backyard green lawn, with birds chirping and singing the glorious song. Haha sounds as if it’s real. My typical morning isn’t pretty like that. I don’t even have a backyard, but more like a front yard as a matter of fact. Hey, we live in Bunai, i don’t think any residential crib has a proper backyard with flourished green lawn. &lt;em&gt;Urang Bunai ani suka rumah basar kaliah, sambung rumah dapan blakang, sampai sampit jua sekeliling atu, nada tempat &lt;/em&gt;parking, &lt;em&gt;mana kan ada ‘halaman’ bunga. Kalau buleh, sambung sampai ke lungkang basar. Atu nada krita dapat&lt;/em&gt; parking &lt;em&gt;tu ehh, bertumbir-tumbiran jua ke jalan raya, yatah urang lain menyumpah tu, “labih-labihan jua urang seikong ani,&lt;/em&gt; parking &lt;em&gt;arah ujung-ujung burit jalan, yatah nah siapa suruh rumah terlampau basar, payah plang urang lain jalan.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;HAHA damn, it’s like a slap in the face to me. Okay, i admit, 2 of my family’s cars are parked near the junction road as there aren’t any available space left in our area. Hey come on, we live in a residential home, where the housing estate area per family is pretty much small, less than 0.3 acres (i think). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My home is like a jungle. It’s fully occupied with orchids all over the place, papaya trees jotting out from each corner and having the same height as my window,&amp;#160; it can be seen from my bedroom. I remember a friend of mine used to say, &lt;em&gt;“ehh gila rumah mu ani macam utan, banyak&lt;/em&gt; flowers &lt;em&gt;ahh.”&lt;/em&gt; Haha.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’ve to say, it’s hard to maintain the biological flora (or is it fauna…), it requires daily maintenance with the likes of sprinkling it with water from a long hose, a dosage of humbly-smelly-chicken’s shit fertilizers, keeping the orchids in shape, hoping it will attract both sexes of insects to have sex with it. HAHA i have a hard time describing pollination in biological terms, thus why not put it into a much simpler yet sexy terms?&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But then again, definitely i’m the one who manicures&amp;#160; the garden, my next to kin does it. Everyday. Not a single sunset she misses doing so. Haha now that’s what you called, dedicated. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The sun is almost set now. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SnLk76IBCOI/AAAAAAAAJ9k/rUGJD9487C4/s1600-h/DSC_0320%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_0320" border="0" alt="DSC_0320" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SnLk-obnwmI/AAAAAAAAJ9o/Z7DJl-rpvyk/DSC_0320_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="250" height="332" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As you can see there, papaya leaves stood tall on par with my window sill. This was taken minutes ago. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SnLlDsAi9oI/AAAAAAAAJ90/O3ZQ1S83e5g/s1600-h/DSC_0084%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_0084" border="0" alt="DSC_0084" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SnLlGx5f-PI/AAAAAAAAJ94/oY4Pl_WNLEc/DSC_0084_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="386" height="514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I love the way it descends on earth, casting a bright orange during its first phase, then to dark orange, followed by a mixture of reddish orange sky. This was taken more than a month ago. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I need, yes need, a proper camera, a DSLR Canon perhaps. So that the scenery is much more cinematic. Final products of Xperia shots aren’t that much of a pleasure to stare at. Haha. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But then again, i’ve lots of ‘needs’ that are yet to be fulfilled. Soon. In the next 7 more years. Or more. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Out. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-8504815979729322723?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/8504815979729322723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=8504815979729322723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/8504815979729322723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/8504815979729322723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/07/theres-chance-youll-be-living-with-me.html' title='there’s a chance you’ll be living with me'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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://lh4.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SnLk-obnwmI/AAAAAAAAJ9o/Z7DJl-rpvyk/s72-c/DSC_0320_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909504834913247437.post-3854902340893708550</id><published>2009-07-30T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T00:31:08.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>echoes in eternity</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Throughout it all. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SnB4y-t60xI/AAAAAAAAJ88/2aQMF9eVQ4I/s1600-h/3661665237_6cc83f65144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="3661665237_6cc83f6514" border="0" alt="3661665237_6cc83f6514" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SnB421SCYRI/AAAAAAAAJ9A/EhMUs6HTEl0/3661665237_6cc83f6514_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="387" height="387" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Two digits.&amp;#160; And maintain a stable composure so that…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SnB459dAfSI/AAAAAAAAJ9E/yqklJWqbs-k/s1600-h/DSC_00775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC_0077" border="0" alt="DSC_0077" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SnB48mrKJzI/AAAAAAAAJ9I/zsY-dbbJ-dM/DSC_0077_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="385" height="513" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;…the paths to the seed of happiness is on sight. And hopes that it goes on for…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SnB4_Stm8kI/AAAAAAAAJ9M/3BrWGCTqd7w/s1600-h/2926961274_a4313d1a514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="2926961274_a4313d1a51" border="0" alt="2926961274_a4313d1a51" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SnB5CtiBVuI/AAAAAAAAJ9Q/TrdhDkcT834/2926961274_a4313d1a51_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="385" height="512" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;..eternity. Analyze the colour. And like people say…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SnB5HG3xF9I/AAAAAAAAJ9U/y7FnecnLtlM/s1600-h/2926108841_49a29f10683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="2926108841_49a29f1068" border="0" alt="2926108841_49a29f1068" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SnB5K4eDSUI/AAAAAAAAJ9Y/leLMwnm7VcI/2926108841_49a29f1068_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="392" height="522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;…what we do in life, echoes in eternity. But…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SnB5PQapdMI/AAAAAAAAJ9c/_PpEYBYZdl0/s1600-h/2847644094_cf67befb1b3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="2847644094_cf67befb1b" border="0" alt="2847644094_cf67befb1b" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SnB5SslMfyI/AAAAAAAAJ9g/MwPmol4RlYM/2847644094_cf67befb1b_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="396" height="526" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;…we have…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="" alt="LOVE by andie.smith." src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3219/2330377825_a7a21ba921.jpg?v=0" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;…love. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Out. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-3854902340893708550?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/3854902340893708550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=3854902340893708550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/3854902340893708550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/3854902340893708550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/07/echoes-in-eternity.html' title='echoes in eternity'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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://lh6.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SnB421SCYRI/AAAAAAAAJ9A/EhMUs6HTEl0/s72-c/3661665237_6cc83f6514_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909504834913247437.post-7583594275819448600</id><published>2009-07-28T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T17:39:52.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hand in my pocket</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Lets take a look at Henry Cavill. He’s one of the pivotal cast in The Tudors. Down there are Dunhill advert.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/REbgPQi3o1k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/REbgPQi3o1k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then comes this. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5s3Y1NA29tA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5s3Y1NA29tA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;How’s that for your daily dosage of well-build men? Haha. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In a week’s time, part of my friends will be heading to a new start at their respective uni. Sounds rugged huh? Haha. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;While some are preparing to be jetted off abroad Youkay, US and all. Damn, that’s uber fun.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-7583594275819448600?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/7583594275819448600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=7583594275819448600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/7583594275819448600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/7583594275819448600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/07/hand-in-my-pocket.html' title='hand in my pocket'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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-4909504834913247437.post-8265295328565172832</id><published>2009-07-26T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T18:47:46.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mend the pieces</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Sm2EyC9UmAI/AAAAAAAAJ7c/gvgIWt5qB0c/s1600-h/1697910205_8709677526%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="1697910205_8709677526" border="0" alt="1697910205_8709677526" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Sm2E0wYMpkI/AAAAAAAAJ7g/WUiSH2v-6Qw/1697910205_8709677526_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="200" height="252" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Sm2FGxjBzKI/AAAAAAAAJ8M/JsZ5uDImnio/s1600-h/00002f%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="00002f" border="0" alt="00002f" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Sm2FI4R_BcI/AAAAAAAAJ8U/F7ZdsYU5y6E/00002f_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="185" height="253" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Sm2E4dziNDI/AAAAAAAAJ8c/k6k-2cdvSwk/s1600-h/1360226746_312003298%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="1360226746_312003298" border="0" alt="1360226746_312003298" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Sm2E63XcijI/AAAAAAAAJ8k/yD9xpjrrTW0/1360226746_312003298_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="187" height="273" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Sm2E-_X7qqI/AAAAAAAAJ8s/t-p1a2-CQrM/s1600-h/1386055029_12212393091%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="1386055029_12212393091" border="0" alt="1386055029_12212393091" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Sm2FCZyneVI/AAAAAAAAJ80/LQb9yqbI-vs/1386055029_12212393091_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="208" height="273" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Stars wearing the aviator and wayfarer shades. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I just love those. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Out. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-8265295328565172832?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/8265295328565172832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=8265295328565172832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/8265295328565172832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/8265295328565172832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/07/mend-pieces.html' title='mend the pieces'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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://lh5.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Sm2E0wYMpkI/AAAAAAAAJ7g/WUiSH2v-6Qw/s72-c/1697910205_8709677526_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909504834913247437.post-8952907746961038716</id><published>2009-07-24T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T20:52:26.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the backward style</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Lets look at these photos. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SmmswD1_CRI/AAAAAAAAJ6U/ZbGHS5IRYC8/s1600-h/00003f%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="00003f" border="0" alt="00003f" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Smms0kukMyI/AAAAAAAAJ6Y/A-fDtEhTE9g/00003f_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="331" height="455" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Channing in suit. I love that brown trench coat. Burberry’s design is always smooth.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Smms4c4XpTI/AAAAAAAAJ6c/baDg4stZB5w/s1600-h/1997707495_3122776419%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="1997707495_3122776419" border="0" alt="1997707495_3122776419" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Smms9AWhSDI/AAAAAAAAJ6g/RumyBdnrMyc/1997707495_3122776419_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="330" height="525" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;That’s a hot daddy, Gabriel Aubry, a Canadian model, and a father to daughter Nahla. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Smms_ptstnI/AAAAAAAAJ6k/oK2zb4JZAl0/s1600-h/pPOLO2-3660435_standard_v330%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="pPOLO2-3660435_standard_v330" border="0" alt="pPOLO2-3660435_standard_v330" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SmmtCSSGHCI/AAAAAAAAJ6o/mcGS8lnYKto/pPOLO2-3660435_standard_v330_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="332" height="352" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I LOVE this aviator style shades. I repeat, i LOVE this. It’s from Ralph Lauren’s. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SmmtFrQSlkI/AAAAAAAAJ6s/74Qjw_LVHPQ/s1600-h/ScreenShot010%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="ScreenShot010" border="0" alt="ScreenShot010" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SmmtIR4kl2I/AAAAAAAAJ6w/ks9gp_LM2LM/ScreenShot010_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="333" height="114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I LOVE this wayfarer style shades. I LOVE the thick dark borders. It’s from Ray-Ban’s. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yes, I love aviator and wayfarer shades. I will soon own those styles. Hoping. Keeps on hoping. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SmmtN4tIrWI/AAAAAAAAJ60/sc0KoGx844g/s1600-h/1888004044_3189368659%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="1888004044_3189368659" border="0" alt="1888004044_3189368659" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SmmtSAu6ImI/AAAAAAAAJ64/_Mxl1JwYGE0/1888004044_3189368659_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="334" height="421" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;See? Justin and Drew wears them! Aviator and wayfarer! Ahh a perfect match for couples if they wear those. Haha it’s pretty much evident i love those shades. Auu dehh, aku balik-balik. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SmmtdSUBAbI/AAAAAAAAJ68/ylH862z0VOY/s1600-h/vlcsnap-28840%5B3%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="vlcsnap-28840" border="0" alt="vlcsnap-28840" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Smmt9C9dmPI/AAAAAAAAJ7A/bne6Y105gRA/vlcsnap-28840_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="421" height="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I snap-shot it from the film Evening. I would love to own a simple but yet homey home nearby an ocean, especially those positioned metres away from the cliff. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SmmuJmgQUjI/AAAAAAAAJ7E/viABqR7GtAU/s1600-h/vlcsnap-28769%5B5%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="vlcsnap-28769" border="0" alt="vlcsnap-28769" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SmmuO5o13oI/AAAAAAAAJ7I/Gs6ZCDbcWnw/vlcsnap-28769_thumb%5B3%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="421" height="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Like this one. Flourished green lawns, cliffs, deep blue ocean. Ahh cinematic and magnetic. It’s utterly beautiful. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SmmuSZyUyRI/AAAAAAAAJ7M/hzT_m75R0to/s1600-h/picsrv_manutd_comkgk%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="picsrv_manutd_comkgk" border="0" alt="picsrv_manutd_comkgk" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SmmuWqB1hzI/AAAAAAAAJ7Q/qfn0kjQEhV4/picsrv_manutd_comkgk_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="367" height="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Wazza uses Sony Ericsson Xperia! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SmmucnbwDWI/AAAAAAAAJ7U/HZfzN6BZ2RU/s1600-h/em8%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="em8" border="0" alt="em8" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Smmuh58m3nI/AAAAAAAAJ7Y/y-P12Mp6TLU/em8_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="469" height="314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A dark red &amp;amp; light brown bands over a white hummer. Ahh a perfect wedding vehicle, including its colour. Perfect. In this photo, it shows that the wedded couples fancies red &amp;amp; brown. And number 2 &amp;amp; 5.&amp;#160; Awww. Does it ring the bell? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Out. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-8952907746961038716?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/8952907746961038716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=8952907746961038716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/8952907746961038716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/8952907746961038716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/07/backward-style.html' title='the backward style'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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://lh4.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Smms0kukMyI/AAAAAAAAJ6Y/A-fDtEhTE9g/s72-c/00003f_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909504834913247437.post-590104302064954467</id><published>2009-07-23T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T19:20:37.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i would do anything for love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;HAHA dude. The title was depicted from one of Meatloaf’s song, so pardon me if you lot thought that i was being a wreckless love-bender, because i truly believe that sentence means the whole world to couples in lalalalalove (i’ve no slight idea what love-bender means. I just thought that it would look cool to read. And that lalalalalove word comes from the song i’m listening to now. Nope, not Meatloaf’s. Cool huh? Haha &lt;em&gt;sekadar&lt;/em&gt;). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Haha damn, writing the word ‘lalalalalove’ in a blog makes me look like a teenager that had just found her ecstasy to fall deep in love, “you’re like my personal brand of heroin.” HAHA. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Swiveling to the next topic.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I attended a family gathering at aunt’s place 5 days ago, more like a just a barbecue thing. &lt;em&gt;Mengerat kan hubungan silaturrahim sesama insan tersayang wahh.&lt;/em&gt; Haha. And there were a couple of sentences that made me laughed my cheeks off. We were joking around and my diabetic aunt said to me, “&lt;em&gt;bah minum tia&lt;/em&gt; pepsi &lt;em&gt;ahh, nada urang marahi tu&lt;/em&gt;,” She was referring this matter to me because i would sooner or later have the tendency to inherit my family’s ‘happy’ disease, diabetes. Thus why not accelerate it?Then my cousin said, “&lt;em&gt;auu ehh, minum tia, ayee&lt;/em&gt; (auntie)&lt;em&gt; kan&lt;/em&gt; recruit &lt;em&gt;urang kan jadi&lt;/em&gt; diabetic &lt;em&gt;ni. Mun nada waris harta nya kan di turun kan, waris penyakit saja, jadi tah asalkan waris&lt;/em&gt;.” HAHA. Good one. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I need to tone down my intakes of fizzy stuffs. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then the families talked more on issues. There was one joke that really made my butt cracked, more. Haha. My cousin told this story about her friend’s maid, &lt;em&gt;“kawanku punya amah ada kah terlampau ginis&lt;/em&gt; (their way of saying ‘genius). &lt;em&gt;Kawanku ni masa hari atu menunjukkan amah nya macam mana kan cuci baju. Kata kawanku ani nya, ‘kau cuci baju arah enjin nyasah ani’ arah amah atu, ia tunjuk arah&lt;/em&gt; washing machine. &lt;em&gt;Lapas tu, kawanku kenapatan amahnya berdiri menyuci baju DALAM enjin nyasah, segala badan kakinya dimasukkan nya dalam atu, ia cuci dalam enjin nyasah ahh.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;HAHA &lt;em&gt;adakah ia masuk dalam&lt;/em&gt; washing machine, &lt;em&gt;baik muat badan nya dalam atu. Terlampau belurus ia ahh. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then my cousin went on more, &lt;em&gt;“hari atu aku nyuruh amah ku taruh &lt;/em&gt;Axion (a washing liquid) &lt;em&gt;arah stor. Lapas tu, ku cari-cari arah stor, nada bah&lt;/em&gt; Axion &lt;em&gt;ahh. Arah&lt;/em&gt; freezer &lt;em&gt;bah ku dapati&lt;/em&gt; Axion &lt;em&gt;atu. Astahh.”&lt;/em&gt; HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kesian ehh,&lt;/em&gt; i guess certain Indonesian maids aren’t used to seeing modern technology. That explains why they’re not familiar with machines nor terms. Well, Bunai is their chance. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Forgive me that this post sounds pretty much rude. But i was just merely telling a story. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Out. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-590104302064954467?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/590104302064954467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=590104302064954467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/590104302064954467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/590104302064954467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-would-do-anything-for-love.html' title='i would do anything for love'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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-4909504834913247437.post-1092836241817793656</id><published>2009-07-19T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T00:10:49.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>may i suggest you get the best for nothing less</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Oblivious to the matter today, i pretty much have nothing to do now. I’m sitting with my back hunched, massaging my temple. Fuck it, the strong odour from the paint in the tv room is making me feel dizzy, mood dampened (i’d like to think it has nothing to do with pre-‘menthingymingy’ cycle).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Galileo. I’m listening to Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody. That’s where that word came from. No wonder it sort of a tiny-winy bit clicked me when that rugged-but-unappealing-to-women-name was mentioned in the Angels &amp;amp; Demons movie, “hey, i’ve heard of that name somewhere”. &lt;em&gt;Ahh padantah, dari sana rupanya, dari&lt;/em&gt; Bohemian Rhapsody. Yes, i wasn’t quite aware of the famous scientist’s name before i watched the most acclaimed best movie according to me (haha). And i haven’t read the book yet, well i had…up until the 60th page. I’m quite ashamed of myself. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You could say, i’m more drawn towards romance stuffs, you know like the sophisticated but sexy books. Tilly Bagshawe’s Adored for me is sexy. Yet. It’s packed with what i wanted in a book. &lt;em&gt;Eseh sepatutnya,&lt;/em&gt; “you’re all i’ve ever dreamt of in a partner”. Haha. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#713800"&gt;- the writer paused for 2hrs before getting back to writing -&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Okay, i’m back. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I was caught up with some intense thinking, newly profound infos just got to me (that explains the unmistakable weird connection between the&amp;#160; previous paragraph and this paragraph). And that infos struck me. It fits the doubts i’ve been facing for the past couple of weeks. It’s like a confirmation.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I shall tell to one, some other day. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kamu bangang kan?&lt;/em&gt; Ahh yes, predictable. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyways, i think now, the initial ideas sort of fade away instantly. I had something in mind when i started writing this post, i wanted to talk about my day. But then again, my eternally forgetful mind deceived me for the countless times. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esehhh.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Out. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-1092836241817793656?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/1092836241817793656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=1092836241817793656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/1092836241817793656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/1092836241817793656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/07/may-i-suggest-you-get-best-for-nothing.html' title='may i suggest you get the best for nothing less'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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-4909504834913247437.post-4258855883563153177</id><published>2009-07-17T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T11:54:33.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the only joy i’d ever known</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I’m starting to wonder what will happen in the next couple of years after most of my friends went separate ways, you know like to institutions and universities. Surely, we’ll lose touch perhaps due to complications with uni life (&lt;em&gt;eseh macam&lt;/em&gt; busy &lt;em&gt;banar, kalah urang&lt;/em&gt; ‘A’ Levels, pffft haha). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I was with a friend of mine yesterday, and there was this group of 22-26 years of age people sitting nearby us. Probably, it was a gathering for them lot, you know like a reunion. Most likely they’re from the local university, judging by the fact that they dress overly nice but smart, mature but not too old (just like the way Mick Jagger likes it done) and the way they interact with each other. It goes something like this, “oh my god, i feel like hyperventilating now”, and other sort of different tones of giggles. HAHA. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I may sound damn biased for a moment there, but hey, face the fact. I know deep inside you lot agree with me too. My friend and i exchanged a spur of imitations. A bit. Just a bit. Hey come on! It was funny! From that moment on, it hit me in the butt cheeks that what if we’re like that, what if i’m like them in another 2-4 years times? Erm dude, i’m not trying to mock those kind of personalities, i’m just trying to point out a point. &lt;em&gt;Auu, banar&lt;/em&gt;, you gotta believe me. Oh for god’s sake, believe me. Haha anger management problem. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But yeah, just think about it. My friends and i will go our separate ways soon, and we’ll lose contact with each other. It sound depressing, up to a point where one of us might cut our throat out. Haha kidding. And time will change our personalities. Long years of not keeping up tabs with each other will mould our attitude into something different than that when we were back in college. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Truth be told, i would like to stay in touch with you lot, for better or worse, through sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, let us be together. HAHA it was depicted from the marriage vows. I would like us to hang out every once in a while, more like a reunion, a casual one filled with gossips over a cup of coffee (or over a slab of salmon piece, a.k.a. sushi meal).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sure we have windows live messenger, much more convenient, ain’t it? Yes. But i would like to see your bodyhhh. HAHA. Allow me to rephrase – i want to see you face to face so i get to pinch and poke your flesh.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Are you guys up for it?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Out. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-4258855883563153177?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/4258855883563153177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=4258855883563153177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/4258855883563153177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/4258855883563153177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/07/only-joy-id-ever-known.html' title='the only joy i’d ever known'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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-4909504834913247437.post-7187717089319245268</id><published>2009-07-16T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T16:22:26.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>scrambles &amp; shambles</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Ahh Channing. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Sl7iw5jFUAI/AAAAAAAAJ6E/5_CSfJ70rF0/s1600-h/00001f%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="00001f" border="0" alt="00001f" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Sl7i0SsWSlI/AAAAAAAAJ6I/SqYfhgSv7nk/00001f_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="322" height="443" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Slick shirt and tie from Prada. I love the material. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Sl7i3bFc3kI/AAAAAAAAJ6M/Ur3LwcHK3vM/s1600-h/00006f%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="00006f" border="0" alt="00006f" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Sl7i621mg7I/AAAAAAAAJ6Q/t0BzkQq6Qgo/00006f_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="322" height="441" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Suit, shirt, and tie by Dolce &amp;amp; Gabbana. Well-fitted attire. Perfect. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Can it get anymore formal than that? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I love suits that fits our body, the ones that shows off our physique. It defines our wide shoulders more. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Haha if you notice, i commented more on clothes rather than the man himself. Ahh well, the model just brings an extra flavour to it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Out. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-7187717089319245268?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/7187717089319245268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=7187717089319245268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/7187717089319245268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/7187717089319245268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/07/scrambles-shambles.html' title='scrambles &amp;amp; shambles'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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://lh6.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Sl7i0SsWSlI/AAAAAAAAJ6I/SqYfhgSv7nk/s72-c/00001f_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909504834913247437.post-325529554672220686</id><published>2009-07-12T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T11:53:54.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>malibu california</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Channing Tatum and Jenna Dewan tied the knot on Saturday in Malibu. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SllXtgTaY-I/AAAAAAAAJ58/WY_OvKUNEok/s1600-h/My%20Pictures%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="My Pictures" border="0" alt="My Pictures" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SllXzmbR3vI/AAAAAAAAJ6A/q7sy6kSffCk/My%20Pictures_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="497" height="373" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;They love each other so much,&amp;quot; Dewan's father, Darryl, told in March. &amp;quot;We couldn't be happier with Channing. He is an amazing guy.&amp;quot; The photos shows that Channing is a good boyfriend because you can see in his smile that he’s happy to be around Jenna and would do anything to make her happy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Awwwww isn’t that what you’re looking for in a partner? Sweet, caring, joyful, responsible, unconditional, and loving. It doesn’t matter if you look like a frog or anything, but by the end of the day, he/she will always be there to hold your hand, and kiss your forehead to say ‘i love you’. It doesn’t matter if you’ve been in the relationship with the same man/lady for years, but what matters the most is that both souls still have the deep unconditional love for each other. In quarrels, bury the anger and resurface the love. That’s classic.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Have you found one?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Out. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-325529554672220686?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/325529554672220686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=325529554672220686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/325529554672220686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/325529554672220686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/07/malibu-california.html' title='malibu california'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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://lh5.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SllXzmbR3vI/AAAAAAAAJ6A/q7sy6kSffCk/s72-c/My%20Pictures_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909504834913247437.post-7837018843497769370</id><published>2009-07-10T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T12:20:40.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dirty diana</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Gerard looks sort of diff when compared to his previous 300 movie. Oh where has those abs gone?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DvsZtGxsvV0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DvsZtGxsvV0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’s back, babe! One more year…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZZv1vki4ou4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZZv1vki4ou4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-7837018843497769370?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/7837018843497769370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=7837018843497769370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/7837018843497769370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/7837018843497769370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/07/dirty-diana.html' title='dirty diana'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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-4909504834913247437.post-817628453386615568</id><published>2009-07-09T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T19:38:30.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>does it take your breath away?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SlXVpNthIkI/AAAAAAAAJ5M/cMTtvka0Cys/s1600-h/picsrv_manutd_com%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="picsrv_manutd_com" border="0" alt="picsrv_manutd_com" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SlXVq1riAxI/AAAAAAAAJ5Q/cp9HhCOPFl4/picsrv_manutd_com_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="415" height="312" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The new ManU kit. Ahh red. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SlXVuOfYyBI/AAAAAAAAJ5U/9zIRsgLGoeA/s1600-h/c762a11ac53e4459e16e004a6d572135-getty-87978030mt323_the_champions%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="c762a11ac53e4459e16e004a6d572135-getty-87978030mt323_the_champions" border="0" alt="c762a11ac53e4459e16e004a6d572135-getty-87978030mt323_the_champions" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SlXVxU-mcOI/AAAAAAAAJ5Y/9H1sPiy8HdM/c762a11ac53e4459e16e004a6d572135-getty-87978030mt323_the_champions_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="361" height="539" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I post this because of his cool sweat-jacket. It has golden brown stripes, and rugged high collar thing. And because it’s Nike. You gotta love Nike. Haha.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SlXV1EW8kdI/AAAAAAAAJ5c/CCQLC_k2TPw/s1600-h/4904_7761669327%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="TV chef Jamie Oliver with his wife Jooles and family attends the" border="0" alt="TV chef Jamie Oliver with his wife Jooles and family attends the" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SlXV46pzjnI/AAAAAAAAJ5g/BKNgedwp6No/4904_7761669327_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="295" height="433" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Jamie Oliver at Harry Potty’s premier. He’s my favourite. I’d like to think he’s not a celeb chef. He’s just someone who has a strong determination to change the eating habits of mankind nowadays.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SlXV8FZYJWI/AAAAAAAAJ5k/wraS-dIcTeo/s1600-h/beautiful-life-first-look-04%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="beautiful-life-first-look-04" border="0" alt="beautiful-life-first-look-04" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SlXV-ludRiI/AAAAAAAAJ5o/c2LSz1hquKs/beautiful-life-first-look-04_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="420" height="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The Beautiful Life tv series. The casts look simply…beautiful. Haha nahhhh. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SlXWBC4a2XI/AAAAAAAAJ5s/VWmZg9RtNRo/s1600-h/capt_5c165d5fe1924a57a0af8c14764960c7_federer_grand_slams_gfx363%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="capt_5c165d5fe1924a57a0af8c14764960c7_federer_grand_slams_gfx363" border="0" alt="capt_5c165d5fe1924a57a0af8c14764960c7_federer_grand_slams_gfx363" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SlXWERo37cI/AAAAAAAAJ5w/q345HbZjUoU/capt_5c165d5fe1924a57a0af8c14764960c7_federer_grand_slams_gfx363_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="408" height="371" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Beat that! 15 grand slams in just 7 years!&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SlXWHL7OsnI/AAAAAAAAJ50/MwbFsr_0y2g/s1600-h/123125647_6533023408%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="123125647_6533023408" border="0" alt="123125647_6533023408" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SlXWJ0O19mI/AAAAAAAAJ54/6gAN1ViTTio/123125647_6533023408_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="293" height="472" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What say you?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Out. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-817628453386615568?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/817628453386615568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=817628453386615568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/817628453386615568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/817628453386615568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/07/does-it-take-your-breath-away.html' title='does it take your breath away?'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SlXVq1riAxI/AAAAAAAAJ5Q/cp9HhCOPFl4/s72-c/picsrv_manutd_com_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909504834913247437.post-4242583125692327779</id><published>2009-07-08T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T22:46:16.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eat sex eat sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Ain’t it an eye-catching title? Indeed. It’s something to attract your attention. It was quoted from a friend of mine. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“whisper 3 letters and i’ll come running” HAHA yeah. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;At this stage of the moment, i think it’s all of a mixed up. One thing comes after another. And so we all thought it’s gonna run smoothly. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’s part of the life package. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Which reminds me, i was with a couple of friends at an eating place the other day, and it struck me that there was this line where all of us burst into laughter instantly. There was a burger left at the other end of the table and no one claimed it, but i hinted that it wasn’t mine, so i told one friend of mine that it’s hers/his. It goes something like this, “&lt;em&gt;ehh &lt;/em&gt;burger &lt;em&gt;ani&lt;/em&gt; part of &lt;strong&gt;your&lt;/strong&gt; package &lt;em&gt;jua, ambil lah, bakas tdi jua ni&lt;/em&gt;”. It hit me in the head what i uttered was completely strange. Another one joked, “&lt;em&gt;ehh bagus tu ehh&lt;/em&gt; part of &lt;strong&gt;our&lt;/strong&gt; package. &lt;em&gt;Kalau arah&lt;/em&gt; dating online website &lt;em&gt;macam gitau arah &lt;/em&gt;profile, ‘hello im eager to meet new people, pick me and in return, you’ll have a burger, it’s part of &lt;strong&gt;my &lt;/strong&gt;package’. &lt;em&gt;Kalau atu banar gila tu&lt;/em&gt;”. Haha yeah, that’ll be a hmm. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“hey, burger is part of my package. Pick me.” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Haha damn. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’d really do hope you understand what i was trying to imply. But then again, i guess you guys had trouble taking in the sentences properly. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Speaking of going out to crowded places, with the alarming cases of piggy flu, i really think it’s a slap in the cheeks that certain companies still carry on their public festivities. From what i learned, the event at The Mall Gadong on local artists performing something like that, is still on. Dude, that’s ironic. I thought we are encouraged to stay at home and quarantine ourselves? Look whose speaking now? I’m not quite sure who approved the event, but i’d like to think the government plays a part in it. Haha biased &lt;em&gt;aku ahh.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Okay okay, thank you government for all the free education and free medical treatment. I appreciate it. Haha sucking up. But…wouldn’t it helps more if these nonsense event to be postponed, if not cancelled? I mean, who all these times ordered the media to broadcast news and advices about keeping away from crowded places, when in fact it’s actually like shooting-yourself-kinda-thing? Isn’t it ironic? &lt;em&gt;Eseh, maca&lt;/em&gt;m Alanis Morisette &lt;em&gt;punya lagu.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So yeah. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And for the love of god, please, cover your fucking mouth with tissue when coughing or sneezing in public!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Haha i think nowadays, we’re pretty much paranoid on hygiene. My friends and i were totally freaks the other day. We practically didn’t want to turn the knobs with our bare hands, we used elbows or foot to push the door open, our eyes widen with fear everytime someone coughed. Now that’s paranoia. I find it funny, haha. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;MJ and piggy flu floods the current media these days. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I am still relieved about one thing. And i do hope, it’ll get better. Oh please. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Out. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-4242583125692327779?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/4242583125692327779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=4242583125692327779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/4242583125692327779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/4242583125692327779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/07/eat-sex-eat-sex.html' title='eat sex eat sex'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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-4909504834913247437.post-324891117514461452</id><published>2009-07-07T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T22:02:33.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sculptured shoulders</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;At least for now, it’s a relieved. Not quite done yet though. Lets just hope for the very best. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Oh make it happen. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I would be more than overjoyed. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Pray with me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Out. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-324891117514461452?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/324891117514461452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=324891117514461452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/324891117514461452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/324891117514461452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/07/well-sculptured-shoulders.html' title='sculptured shoulders'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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-4909504834913247437.post-6293126031601004135</id><published>2009-07-06T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T22:55:17.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mind takes the spirit of soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;These past 2 days has been a wrecked for me. Everything seemed not according to expected.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As of last night, i don’t think i fancy auto things and lamp poles anymore. And yeah, guilt is there. Uttermost guilt. Trauma.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And darn to the mother-damn-ass, silent treatment is the most ideal one that adults could come up with nowadays. I don’t mean that i can handle the family-made-hiroshima-bomb, but at least show the anger in my face instead of mocking behind my back. Although, i do always crumple up when words are spat. Hey, what in the name of hell do you expect? Sit up by the computer and twitter my way? I sulk, okay?&amp;#160; As like everybody does. They do…don’t they? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Haaaa, that’s me being freakingly beat up. The hell with it. I’m gonna be more of an ass today. Just shut the hell up, and listen to me bitch. As a matter of fact, its been a long while since the last time i went overboard, being rude. I remember it was last year, sometime around March. That was my last time being, at least, an ass. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If you lot felt something like in between of wanting to bitchslap me and writing in-my-face-comments on the shoutouts after reading this post, then click the ‘Y’ link above, and observe the first note. Apologies. It’s my hormones. Yeaaa, that’s my excuse.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And as of today, it’s all shit-ass. Feels like butt cheeks being slide off by a butcher knife. It’s all down. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You know, as they would say, “you’re as good as your better half”. Actually, i made that up. I don’t know where that came from. I thought it would look cool.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So anyways, read my mind here – incomplete. Wrecked. Feels like a slab of sausage just been slapped in my face, then the sausage cut into halved, then it rolls down to the ground, then a dog bites it off.&amp;#160; But that’s not the point. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Broke me off. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There. Today’s news came as a fucking shock to me. An uttermost let down.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Nonetheless, i shall be strong, and be the pillar of strength. My determination to keep my heads-up and work the complications out. And you know just for whom yeah.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We’re a team. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;(now that’s a shocked-up post)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-6293126031601004135?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/6293126031601004135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=6293126031601004135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/6293126031601004135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/6293126031601004135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/07/mind-takes-spirit-of-soul.html' title='mind takes the spirit of soul'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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-4909504834913247437.post-7098913597847392384</id><published>2009-07-04T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T11:18:34.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sees my limitation</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Owen’s a Red Devils now!&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Sk7J_jNyQBI/AAAAAAAAJws/VtF0oz_v8vI/s1600-h/picsrv_manutd_comryrt%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="picsrv_manutd_comryrt" border="0" alt="picsrv_manutd_comryrt" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Sk7KCFoxtnI/AAAAAAAAJww/e3_EyDRDePM/picsrv_manutd_comryrt_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="271" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Dear Michael, though you’re vertically challenged, but hey, you’re Owen. Haha. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I can’t wait to see him in action! Kick those injury-prone thing, dude! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;At least, that sort of soothe my frustrations on Benzema. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-7098913597847392384?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/7098913597847392384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=7098913597847392384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/7098913597847392384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/7098913597847392384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/07/sees-my-limitation.html' title='sees my limitation'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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://lh4.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Sk7KCFoxtnI/AAAAAAAAJww/e3_EyDRDePM/s72-c/picsrv_manutd_comryrt_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909504834913247437.post-7301012523731901794</id><published>2009-07-03T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T15:49:14.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wild cherry</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I took the courtesy to post this somewhat cool photo. It was taken in July last year, at the Madam Tussaud’s Hong Kong. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Sk237K7CzAI/AAAAAAAAJwk/Sw3--hgY2So/s1600-h/DSC01203%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC01203" border="0" alt="DSC01203" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Sk23-DjdGTI/AAAAAAAAJwo/QCXYCuxyaGo/DSC01203_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="335" height="440" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Forgive me, if i looked rude in this photo. But i was only trying to excel a pose. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;People nowadays, still talk about MJ and most presumably, the swine flu. Hey, like Jim Carrey quote at the 2009 MTV Movie Awards, “if only we’d treated the pigs right, there wouldn’t be a swine flu”. Haha i find it funny. Stupid but logic. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyways, so this is how a Friday feels like…it’s been a long while since i get the opportunity to spend the whole Friday like today. Usually i would be caught up with paperwork, sitting at a desk, watching the serendipity of life passes by, enthusiastically glancing at the clock every now and then, waiting for the time to go home. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;That was over. Now, i get to chill babe! Wooo!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-7301012523731901794?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/7301012523731901794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=7301012523731901794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/7301012523731901794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/7301012523731901794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/07/wild-cherry.html' title='wild cherry'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Sk23-DjdGTI/AAAAAAAAJwo/QCXYCuxyaGo/s72-c/DSC01203_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909504834913247437.post-8532766193850617559</id><published>2009-07-02T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T22:29:13.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is he for real?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Benzema is set for Real Madrid. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SkzD_H7M8aI/AAAAAAAAJwc/0fd7vRObpuk/s1600-h/_45998873_benzema466x260_3%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="_45998873_benzema466x260_3" border="0" alt="_45998873_benzema466x260_3" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SkzEBL9PNCI/AAAAAAAAJwg/9NK-bDvqPa0/_45998873_benzema466x260_3_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="352" height="198" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Damn it. He should’ve gone to Manchester United. At United, he would’ve been given the warmest welcome for many years. Whereas in Real, the suck-up only lasts for 2-4 years tops. Just see like what happened to Robben and van Nistelrooy. Real Madrid bailed out on them, just like what happened to the rest of the unwanted players there.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Out. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-8532766193850617559?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/8532766193850617559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=8532766193850617559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/8532766193850617559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/8532766193850617559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/07/is-he-for-real.html' title='is he for real?'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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://lh4.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SkzEBL9PNCI/AAAAAAAAJwg/9NK-bDvqPa0/s72-c/_45998873_benzema466x260_3_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909504834913247437.post-8862077356082950391</id><published>2009-07-01T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T12:31:42.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is yet to be told</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A Wednesday today. I quit my job yesterday. Tuesday the 30th June was my final day being a Baiduri Finance staff. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Coincidentally, 30th June was when the Baiduri staffs had a lunch gathering at iLotus. It’s some sort of a closure to the ‘half-year end’ thing. It’s a banking thing. Haha. Thus, it was perfect ending for me – free food, goofing around with certain colleagues. It felt as if the gathering was made specially for me. HAHA dream on!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Bid farewell to my colleagues. Boy, i think i’m gonna miss them. Certain people. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now that i’m home 24/7, i gotta tell you lot this – i am back to endless internet surfing, babe!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Out. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-8862077356082950391?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/8862077356082950391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=8862077356082950391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/8862077356082950391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/8862077356082950391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/07/is-yet-to-be-told.html' title='is yet to be told'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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-4909504834913247437.post-7348240820535069801</id><published>2009-06-28T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T23:30:16.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>look at him dancing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1d33-HgdZbI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1d33-HgdZbI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You see what i’m talking about?! MJ inspired Wade Robson since Wade was just a kiddo! Wooo! Incredible piece of talent he has there, i’d say. A jaw-dropping-kind-of-thing. I love the part where danced in circles with the moonwalk dance.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m0nRpFI4hvc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m0nRpFI4hvc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I love Wade’s dances, it’s somewhat provocative. Very. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W1qV0sKpXx0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W1qV0sKpXx0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;See what i’m talking about?! Look at his bodyhhh moving to the beat!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Focus solely on Wade, ignore the backup dancers. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/npFNjyL6rdI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/npFNjyL6rdI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If the above aren’t enough, look at that babe! Flexible.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Okay, that was my last. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p9ykGE9cCZM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p9ykGE9cCZM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Alright, that’s the very last one for today.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’ve gotta say this -&amp;#160; i just can’t seem to take my eyes off the dancing. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-7348240820535069801?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/7348240820535069801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=7348240820535069801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/7348240820535069801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/7348240820535069801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/06/look-at-his-dance.html' title='look at him dancing!'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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-4909504834913247437.post-3666101305266560324</id><published>2009-06-27T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T17:07:17.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dude, stop staring at ‘em</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Skcyu149yQI/AAAAAAAAJwU/SkWIwDPc_Dg/s1600-h/mr_e772e5367749a6%20copy%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="mr_e772e5367749a6 copy" border="0" alt="mr_e772e5367749a6 copy" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Skcyw4jdVYI/AAAAAAAAJwY/kCRRAXtzPnI/mr_e772e5367749a6%20copy_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="386" height="284" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;At an event honoring Michael Douglas, his father Kirk was caught upon gazing at Catherine Zeta-Jones’ breasts, but an older man checking out his daughter-in-law's rack? Kinda creepy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;HAHA caught in the act, old man!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-3666101305266560324?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/3666101305266560324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=3666101305266560324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/3666101305266560324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/3666101305266560324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/06/dude-stop-staring-at-em.html' title='dude, stop staring at ‘em'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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://lh4.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Skcyw4jdVYI/AAAAAAAAJwY/kCRRAXtzPnI/s72-c/mr_e772e5367749a6%20copy_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909504834913247437.post-8451050895388874210</id><published>2009-06-26T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T20:14:25.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>like elvis, jackson was a king who died young</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Two celebs passed away in just one day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" title="" alt="Adiós al " src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2433/3661552546_a61f46c68c.jpg?v=0" width="314" height="314" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Michael Jackson defined in equal parts as the world's greatest entertainer and perhaps its most enigmatic figure, was about to attempt one of the greatest comebacks of all time, as he was preparing for what would be a series of final 50 concerts starting July 13 at London's famed 02 arena. Jackson had been spending hours and hours toiling with a team of dancers for a performance he and his fans hoped would restore his tarnished legacy to its proper place in pop.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He was 50, 8 years more than that when Elvis died of a drug overdose. He was the King of Pop and was once married to the King of Rock ‘n’ Roll’s daughter.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/g/images/spaceout.gif" width="3" height="3" /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/g/images/spaceout.gif" width="3" height="3" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/g/images/tc_white_tl.gif" width="3" height="3" /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" title="" alt="People Farrah Fawcett by Current News Stories." src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3131/3486369505_aab770aa82.jpg?v=0" width="384" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Farrah Fawcett has died after a long battle with cancer. The actress, best known for her role in the '70s TV show &amp;quot;Charlie's Angels&amp;quot; and her iconic hair. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Her death comes just days after Ryan O'Neal revealed he had asked Farrah to be his wife. However, a source has confirmed that Ryan and Farrah did not get married prior to her death.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Such a tragic to have lost the King of Pop, and the iconic haired actress. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Jackson’s influential music has made a big impact on me. &lt;em&gt;Auu&lt;/em&gt;, i do listen to his songs, makes me wanna dance. I imitated his dance moves, but hell, i failed. Nonetheless, Jackson have made people like Wade Robson and others dance like pros. He was their inspiration.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Peace.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Out. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-8451050895388874210?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/8451050895388874210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=8451050895388874210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/8451050895388874210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/8451050895388874210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/06/like-elvis-jackson-was-king-who-died.html' title='like elvis, jackson was a king who died young'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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-4909504834913247437.post-5162621655859378798</id><published>2009-06-19T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T10:07:31.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nougat original soft</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Shook the hell out of me when i previewed this clip. It looks real.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="327" id="uvp_fop"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://l.yimg.com/cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="id=14045555&amp;amp;rd=eyc-off&amp;amp;ympsc=&amp;amp;postpanelEnable=1&amp;amp;prepanelEnable=1&amp;amp;infopanelEnable=1&amp;amp;shareEnable=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height="327" width="400" id="uvp_fop" allowscriptaccess="always" src="http://l.yimg.com/cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=14045555&amp;amp;rd=eyc-off&amp;amp;ympsc=&amp;amp;prepanelEnable=1&amp;amp;infopanelEnable=1&amp;amp;shareEnable=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-5162621655859378798?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/5162621655859378798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=5162621655859378798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/5162621655859378798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/5162621655859378798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/06/nougat-original-soft.html' title='nougat original soft'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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-4909504834913247437.post-7611104239597173423</id><published>2009-06-15T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T21:44:25.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>like gravity, big events, pulled in one</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I’ve always fancied Eric Bana since Troy. Such a great actor. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The movie, The Time Traveller’s Wife, is depicted from a book. I read it halfway years ago, but never got the ‘time’ to continue reading it again. Haha. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It looks like a good piece of love story. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:40a38ed0-62f2-4024-826a-cd59a291214b" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div id="12b5a465-c902-43fd-bd40-6867520f5e0e" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sG8s3oT02UM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SjZPwhE_RPI/AAAAAAAAH8Y/ryjZj1YQCLg/video56789c08b0b7%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('12b5a465-c902-43fd-bd40-6867520f5e0e'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/sG8s3oT02UM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/sG8s3oT02UM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyways, i had a super duper fun day today. Yes, i did – laughed at stupid stuffs, cracked my tummy whilst driving, drove around the big Kiulap roundabout for 3 rounds before finally making decision on where to go next as we were pretty much indecisive, i used the 3rd lane there (yeahhh, i cursed because, such a darn ass, i wasn’t supposed to take that lane, as there’s always many cars passing by. It’s like having 3 stages of test before passing the challenge. Gladly, i made it! Mannn, i shouted in glee after going through all the incoming cars. I looked like a monkey in an old car! HAHA), sweat while helping moving stuffs, i got back to basics again when i was forced to balance a manual car up on a steep hill (woohooo, &lt;em&gt;terundur sedikit, sedikit saja,&lt;/em&gt; haha).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;(mannn, my sentences there, quite jumbled up)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Damn, like everybody says – i wish the day wouldn’t end. Perhaps, similar days will come again sometime soon. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-7611104239597173423?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/7611104239597173423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=7611104239597173423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/7611104239597173423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/7611104239597173423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/06/like-gravity-big-events-pulled-in-one.html' title='like gravity, big events, pulled in one'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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://lh4.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SjZPwhE_RPI/AAAAAAAAH8Y/ryjZj1YQCLg/s72-c/video56789c08b0b7%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909504834913247437.post-7743646380614151324</id><published>2009-06-14T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T01:25:00.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who can replace the ego ass?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Now that the ego footballer, Cristiano Ronaldo, is on his way to Real Madrid, i wonder who can replace him. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Actually, im glad he was sold. Out of United. That’s because, he’s been provoking United about his dream move to Real ever since 2 years ago. Just shut the damn up man, and play your football right. And i disgust his footwork trick, such a damn show off. Such a diver as well, never fails to exaggerate when opponents tackle him. &lt;em&gt;Buduh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Haha mental. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Back to the story – which one of these players can replace ego boy? From left to right – F.Ribery, K.Benzema, C.Tevez, D.Silva and A.Robben.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’d say…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" hspace="0" alt="Franck Ribery, Karim Benzema, Carlos Tevez, Sergio Aguero, Arjen Robben" src="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/45913000/jpg/_45913493_tran466.jpg" width="466" height="260" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Karim Benzema and Arjen Robben.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Why Benzema? Because he’s young, 21 years of age, intelligent, and determined. He could do a fantastic combo with Wazza (Wayne Rooney) up front, they’re both strong. And because he’s young. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Why Robben? Because i’ve always like his football since he was a Chelsea player. He’s quick, strong accuracy. And quick. Haha. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And yes, i do watch football. Only Manchester United games. There. HAHA. Yeap, football talk. Strange for a person like me to blabber about such stuffs…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Out. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-7743646380614151324?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/7743646380614151324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=7743646380614151324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/7743646380614151324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/7743646380614151324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/06/who-can-replace-ego-ass.html' title='who can replace the ego ass?'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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-4909504834913247437.post-2405065539738698635</id><published>2009-06-13T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T23:15:00.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Like all the rest would say – it’s good to be&amp;#160; home.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SjOtgJW1vDI/AAAAAAAAH8E/eSOtYOuB6a4/s1600-h/DSC_0195%5B25%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#473624"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_0195" border="0" alt="DSC_0195" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SjOtjV9OweI/AAAAAAAAH8I/Ss26slbv8UY/DSC_0195_thumb%5B23%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="389" height="455" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I opted to change my flight time from midnight to 10.25am, the same day. Because one: my money is depleting. Wait. Depleted. Yeah, hundreds of bucks gone just like that within a space of 2 days. Second: it’s too tempting to buy things when you know there’s ain’t any cash left in the wallet. Thus it’s pointless to come and go into stores, knowing that you can’t buy things, kept on drooling. Haha yeah damnnn. Third: a single important being that prompted me to come home early.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But, i miss Singapore. I’m always fond of the Lion City. I love it there. The environment, the people…certain people, the goods, the branded stuffs….certain things, the food, the air, the MRT, and loads. I love Singapore. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Although, the 7% GST is quite a bummer. Definitely a bummer, to be exact. Stuffs are really expensive there! From 3% to 5% and now 7%! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SjOtnBHtM9I/AAAAAAAAH8M/pQlIYVZDkPY/s1600-h/DSC_0205%5B17%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_0205" border="0" alt="DSC_0205" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SjOtsNkaRKI/AAAAAAAAH8Q/-pUuvxVmuJQ/DSC_0205_thumb%5B15%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="363" height="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like this Ben&amp;amp;Jerry ice cream for instance – quite a tiny one, 106mL costs around 5.45 bucks! You can imagine its size compared to my palm shown in the photo up there. Meanwhile, big sized ones costs around 14.75 bucks! Whereas the ones sold in SupaSave Bunai are only 7.60 bucks!&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Double the price dude!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A pack of cigarette costs about 11.35 bucks. Triple or double the price that of the ones in Bunai. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;(&lt;em&gt;gila, bida&lt;/em&gt; language &lt;em&gt;ku atu, berkarak wah&lt;/em&gt; english &lt;em&gt;ku&lt;/em&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;em&gt;ahh&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now, that’s what you call – ridiculously expensive.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But, i still love Singapore. HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Out. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-2405065539738698635?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/2405065539738698635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=2405065539738698635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/2405065539738698635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/2405065539738698635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-back.html' title='i am back!'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SjOtjV9OweI/AAAAAAAAH8I/Ss26slbv8UY/s72-c/DSC_0195_thumb%5B23%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909504834913247437.post-170909604167771125</id><published>2009-06-12T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T14:15:00.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the legend spreads</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/54/143456937_88f864b17b.jpg?v=0" width="349" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="5" face="AddJazz"&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="Don Semiformal"&gt;a hug is two hearts wrapped in arms.&amp;quot;        &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;there are moments in life when you miss someone so much that you just want to pick them from your dreams and hug them for real! hope you dream of that special someone.&amp;quot; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh yes.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="Don Semiformal"&gt;&amp;quot;hugs are to pull two people closer together, but why is it that you can never see the other person's expression when it happens?&amp;quot; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I guess their expression is timeless. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m coming home, tonight.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-170909604167771125?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/170909604167771125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=170909604167771125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/170909604167771125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/170909604167771125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/06/legend-spreads.html' title='the legend spreads'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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-4909504834913247437.post-1390533841797577756</id><published>2009-06-11T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T13:25:00.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i guess it would be nice if i could touch your body</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;“I know not everybody has a body like you’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Know which song it’s from?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyways, again, this is a scheduled post.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;To come to think of it, why didn’t i do this exact same thing during the awful busy days where i couldn’t seem to find the time to blog? I mean, i could’ve made a calculated post, instead of being on hiatus for quite a while, leaving the same old post behind.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Hmm, but then again, it won’t be fun. In my opinion, blogging is supposed to be spontaneous. &lt;em&gt;Eseh.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;So, nahhh, i’m only gonna do this scheduled thing when im away abroad. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gila, berkarak&lt;/em&gt; english &lt;em&gt;ku atu. Kan&lt;/em&gt; explain sentences &lt;em&gt;pun payah wah&lt;/em&gt;. That’s the shameful result of not brushing up on my reading skills for months. I’ll do polish it sometime soon. Soon. Soon. Soon.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I fell in love with this song, a couple of years ago. I couldn’t find the original version in youtube, though i do have the mp3 version, but hey, this acoustic version is way better. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And this song, still is my favourite.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8giRwNdllf0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8giRwNdllf0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyways, if you scroll up and down at my song playlist on the iphone embed in this blog, most of them are my favs. And some, a couple,&amp;#160; i think, i just added them up to make it look cool. Haha. I’ll update it soon, there are more actually. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’ll be coming home tomorrow night.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-1390533841797577756?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/1390533841797577756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=1390533841797577756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/1390533841797577756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/1390533841797577756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-guess-it-would-be-nice-if-i-could.html' title='i guess it would be nice if i could touch your body'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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-4909504834913247437.post-7704731815965846331</id><published>2009-06-10T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T11:15:01.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>way up there, you and i</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;By the time you lot read this post, im already off on a jet plane. Haha sounds familiar. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Today is my 1st day there, Lion City. How i miss sg. It’s been a while since i went there. Lets see…probably since Nov last year. Haha ‘a while’ &lt;em&gt;tah karang!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Thus, this is a calculated and a scheduled kind of post.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Wohoo, im off the hook from work for 3 days, babe! Off the hook from preparing cheques, filing, and other pains of work (haha). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;But there goes my pay down to the drain. Damn, being a temp, and having leave off without pay, is such a pain. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;One thing bothers me, and kept me frowning – i am away, so far away, and you know what. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="" alt="Climbing for Takeoff! by vulnerablechaos." src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3376/3211953263_4b2c246960.jpg?v=0" width="409" height="273" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;P.S. Open the them, according to the colours yeah?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’ll be home soon.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Out. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-7704731815965846331?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/7704731815965846331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=7704731815965846331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/7704731815965846331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/7704731815965846331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/06/way-up-there-you-and-i.html' title='way up there, you and i'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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-4909504834913247437.post-4759192773318881199</id><published>2009-06-09T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T23:06:15.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lets get rich and buy our parents’ home in southern france</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I’m off to sg tomorrow. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I don’t feel like going. Really. I know you lot thinks, “then why go?” Well, i do have a choice, but it’s too late already. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But then again, some of you lot may have this thinking, “dude, it’s singapore, shopping spree!” Yeah, i know. And i’m well aware also that my money is depleting.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But that’s not the main point. My agenda is, it’s really risky going there at this time of the season – a pandemic outbreak. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Chill. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’ll be home soon. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And wait for me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-4759192773318881199?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/4759192773318881199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=4759192773318881199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/4759192773318881199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/4759192773318881199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/06/lets-get-rich-and-buy-our-parents-home.html' title='lets get rich and buy our parents’ home in southern france'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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-4909504834913247437.post-6661611295855264951</id><published>2009-06-07T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T00:42:25.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>say hello to the new thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SivsmDRSKjI/AAAAAAAAH70/rLp-eEuTLAk/s1600-h/Yoga%20silhouettes%20002%20copy%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="Yoga silhouettes 002 copy" border="0" alt="Yoga silhouettes 002 copy" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Sivsnau6a7I/AAAAAAAAH78/37wAydzulCs/Yoga%20silhouettes%20002%20copy_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="325" height="341" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-6661611295855264951?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/6661611295855264951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=6661611295855264951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/6661611295855264951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/6661611295855264951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/06/say-hello-to-new-thing.html' title='say hello to the new thing'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Sivsnau6a7I/AAAAAAAAH78/37wAydzulCs/s72-c/Yoga%20silhouettes%20002%20copy_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909504834913247437.post-484358839878896381</id><published>2009-06-02T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T00:15:00.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jake, run!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Woooohooo! First glimpse of New Moon, baby!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:86ef16bd-7e89-4560-b220-caff75797014" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div id="d58bc61c-338a-478f-ad20-1079c917bebf" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kSFMmkMfQ5Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SiP1iVhaOzI/AAAAAAAAH4U/OlUv7NhA5H4/video571909c35dab%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('d58bc61c-338a-478f-ad20-1079c917bebf'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/kSFMmkMfQ5Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/kSFMmkMfQ5Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The part where Edward lean over Bella in the forest, to kiss on the forehead. Romantic.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Haha i am mad about Ed and Bel nowadays! Fanatic lunatic! A fan on the loose!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Out. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-484358839878896381?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/484358839878896381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=484358839878896381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/484358839878896381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/484358839878896381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/06/jake-run.html' title='jake, run!'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SiP1iVhaOzI/AAAAAAAAH4U/OlUv7NhA5H4/s72-c/video571909c35dab%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909504834913247437.post-4886417288402276765</id><published>2009-06-01T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T20:07:33.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in the star of masquerade</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I just cant seem to stop “ooooo-ing” over these two.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SiPEfIXVgfI/AAAAAAAAH4A/VucVKv62He0/s1600-h/news_mtvawardstwilight400%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="news_mtvawardstwilight400" border="0" alt="news_mtvawardstwilight400" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SiPEhJUDwhI/AAAAAAAAH4E/iQ0U2yF6xcs/news_mtvawardstwilight400_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="247" height="328" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Twilight sweeps 5 awards at the MTV Movie Awards, including best movie, best kiss and best fight. Twilight has turned its star Robert Pattinson from an unknown into an international heartthrob. Indeed. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-4886417288402276765?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/4886417288402276765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=4886417288402276765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/4886417288402276765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/4886417288402276765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-star-of-masquerade.html' title='in the star of masquerade'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SiPEhJUDwhI/AAAAAAAAH4E/iQ0U2yF6xcs/s72-c/news_mtvawardstwilight400_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909504834913247437.post-8927674737039995562</id><published>2009-05-29T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T18:56:53.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>steamy smooch</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Would you just look at that! Those black dots on Pattinson – they'll be digitally enhanced to show off Edward's sparkling sunlit skin.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Sh-78uB9A1I/AAAAAAAAH34/ibHZHM5jnXQ/s1600-h/9121_15b511289bb6528817e816b6b228d88e%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="9121_15b511289bb6528817e816b6b228d88e" border="0" alt="9121_15b511289bb6528817e816b6b228d88e" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Sh-7_EuSOII/AAAAAAAAH38/ajjWwO3yMjs/9121_15b511289bb6528817e816b6b228d88e_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="303" height="412" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sexy indeed. Undeniably steamy. Oblivious for desire. Passionate kisses. Oooh how i wish i would wanna be in that position. Just imagine it, sexy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Out. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-8927674737039995562?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/8927674737039995562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=8927674737039995562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/8927674737039995562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/8927674737039995562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/05/steamy-smooch.html' title='steamy smooch'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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://lh6.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Sh-7_EuSOII/AAAAAAAAH38/ajjWwO3yMjs/s72-c/9121_15b511289bb6528817e816b6b228d88e_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909504834913247437.post-3521383816322007246</id><published>2009-05-24T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T20:55:20.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>know there’s nothing i wouldn’t do</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify; line-height: 15.6pt; background: #fff3db"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Another warming song, “To Make You Feel My Love”. There are many different versions to it, from Garth Brookes to Adele, but i fancy this one better. Somehow i love the piano background, makes everything more soothing and romantic. &lt;font size="1"&gt;(P.S&amp;#160; 20 secs after logging into the link, hit enter button again on the URL so you could listen to the track. Let me know if you lot fancy to download it, i’ve the link.)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Rage Italic"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://www.box.net/index.php?rm=box_v2_mp3_player_shared&amp;amp;node=f_290734716&amp;amp;single_file=1" target="_blank"&gt;Kris Allen - To Make You Feel My Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Rage Italic"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:8747F07C-CDE8-481f-B0DF-C6CFD074BF67:34bde17e-42c0-46db-a580-244ea600caa2" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Shk4s33dnJI/AAAAAAAAH3w/rEvCd9n-SpA/ScreenShot0028x6.jpg?imgmax=800" title="" rel="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Shk4ypYuGzI/AAAAAAAAH30/ost0s3YRSUg/ScreenShot002%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="450" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;font face="Gloucester MT Extra Condensed"&gt;&lt;font color="#7d572d"&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#dd2004"&gt;The Bella&lt;/font&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;font color="#7d552d"&gt;The Edward&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#dd2004"&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The words inside the above photo were depicted from various lyrics from various artists. I made this piece myself. I just thought it would be cool and nice to make something out of simplicity. It looks lovely!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-3521383816322007246?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/3521383816322007246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=3521383816322007246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/3521383816322007246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/3521383816322007246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/05/know-theres-nothing-i-wouldnt-do.html' title='know there’s nothing i wouldn’t do'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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://lh6.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Shk4ypYuGzI/AAAAAAAAH30/ost0s3YRSUg/s72-c/ScreenShot002%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909504834913247437.post-2219931986829094820</id><published>2009-05-23T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T17:22:10.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>potential suitors</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This particular track is sort of an emotional kind of piece. I could almost feel the sorrow in the tones. It has a playcount of more than 250 times in my iTunes, it played on my speaker all night long last night, till dawn. &lt;font size="1"&gt;(P.S&amp;#160; 20 secs after logging into the link, hit enter button again on the URL so you could listen to the track. Let me know if you lot fancy to download it, i’ve the link.)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.box.net/index.php?rm=box_v2_mp3_player_shared&amp;amp;node=f_290497658&amp;amp;single_file=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="Rage Italic"&gt;David Cook – Permanent&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h3&gt;&lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/g/images/spaceout.gif" width="11" height="11" /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" title="" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/58/220279254_17c20cbec5.jpg?v=0" width="368" height="346" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-2219931986829094820?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/2219931986829094820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=2219931986829094820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/2219931986829094820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/2219931986829094820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/05/potential-suitors.html' title='potential suitors'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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-4909504834913247437.post-703098621936464943</id><published>2009-05-22T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T01:25:00.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the evening shadows and the stars appear</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="Pristina"&gt;“&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="Pristina"&gt;…and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,        &lt;br /&gt;hunting for you, for your hot heart,         &lt;br /&gt;like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue…”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="Pristina"&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Pablo Neruda&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" title="" alt="You Are My Sunshine . . . by Cat Faery Shari." src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/122/282007086_4d60b46156.jpg?v=0" width="375" height="500" /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/g/images/spaceout.gif" width="11" height="100%" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-703098621936464943?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/703098621936464943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=703098621936464943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/703098621936464943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/703098621936464943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/05/evening-shadows-and-stars-appear.html' title='the evening shadows and the stars appear'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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-4909504834913247437.post-3804992950192233681</id><published>2009-05-21T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T23:42:18.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the lady and the lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="6" face="Gloucester MT Extra Condensed"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;font face="Gloucester MT Extra Condensed"&gt;&lt;font color="#dd2004"&gt;.&lt;font color="#7d552d"&gt;UNITED&lt;/font&gt; HEARTS.&lt;font color="#7d552d"&gt;UNITED&lt;/font&gt; SOULS&lt;font color="#7d552d"&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/g/images/spaceout.gif" width="11" height="11" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" title="" alt="20/365- All You Need Is LOVE by Four Symbols." src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2160/2498711068_c83c309133.jpg?v=0" width="367" height="289" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="6" face="Gloucester MT Extra Condensed"&gt;.TIED TO A STRING.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-3804992950192233681?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/3804992950192233681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=3804992950192233681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/3804992950192233681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/3804992950192233681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/05/lady-and-lord.html' title='the lady and the lord'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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-4909504834913247437.post-9084693092587288581</id><published>2009-05-20T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T00:22:19.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jubilant</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Almost a month of absence. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Haha now that’s what you called being isolated and far off behind!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Stumbled upon this poster just now. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.joblo.com/newsimages1/newmoonposter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Oooh nice. I smell jealousy in this poster…haha. 6 more months till it crashes the cinema.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And i stumbled upon this as well.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;A Genetic Clue to Why Autism Affects Boys More&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Among the many mysteries that befuddle autism researchers: why the disorder affects boys four times more often than girls. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;The newly discovered autism risk gene, identified by authors as CACNA1G, is more common in boys than in girls (why that's so is still not clear), and the authors suggest it plays a role in boys' increased risk of the developmental disorder. CACNA1G, which sits on chromosome 17, amid other genes that have been previously linked to autism, is responsible for regulating the flow of calcium into and out of cells. Nerve cells in the brain rely on calcium to become activated, and research suggests that imbalances in the mineral can result in the overstimulation of neural connections and create developmental problems, such as autism and even epilepsy, which is also a common feature of autism.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The whole medical thingy mingy descriptions reminds me of biology. Ahhh how i miss studying biology. HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And i found this.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" src="http://www.accesshollywood.com/content/images/93/0x600/93516_brad-pitt-arrives-at-the-palais-des-festivals-of-cannes-on-may-20-2009-in-cannes-france.jpg" width="198" height="297" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Story photo: Brad Pitt: Quentin Tarantino " src="http://l.yimg.com/a/i/us/omg/assets/images/omg-spacer-1.0.0.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well-tailored suit. And good fashion sense. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;O&lt;img alt="Story photo: Brad Pitt: Quentin Tarantino " src="http://l.yimg.com/a/i/us/omg/assets/images/omg-spacer-1.0.0.gif" /&gt;ut. &lt;img alt="Story photo: Brad Pitt: Quentin Tarantino " src="http://l.yimg.com/a/i/us/omg/assets/images/omg-spacer-1.0.0.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-9084693092587288581?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/9084693092587288581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=9084693092587288581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/9084693092587288581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/9084693092587288581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/05/jubilant.html' title='jubilant'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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-4909504834913247437.post-1508208237130751556</id><published>2009-04-22T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T02:56:26.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>come here and sit with me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It won’t be long now. I can’t wait.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyways, something surprising happened at work today. While i was having my lunch break, as usual at 1pm in the pantry room or the staffs’ room, i was approached and was talked to someone rather important by one of the Baiduri officers. The deputy GM. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I was ‘enjoying’ my lychee canned drink, when suddenly the pantry door room opened and he was walking towards the table, as we wanted to some bananas (haha sounds funny). He said, “Waiting for university?” He was actually referring to me, as i was the only sole person in the room other than him. Haha &lt;em&gt;tekejut beruk saya. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He offered some quite useful advices about universities and education. Haha he came a little bit too late though, should’ve been 2 years ago where my mind was still focused and adamant to achieve something great and the possibilities of obtaining it were within my grasps. Ohh well. He mentioned about the advantage of having job experiences regarding the courses about to pursue in uni, it comes quite useful actually. And he mentioned about being focused, referring to me that i should keep my intentions focused to excel a particular course or subjects pursued. He gave some examples about the people he knew back then.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Turns out to be a good conversation afterall, even though i was rather stiff and nerve-wrecked talking to the deputy person that handles car loans stuffs. Heyyyy, who wouldn’t feel awkward, huhh? HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So, basically that’s all i can blabber about today. Quite a contradictory post compared to the previous one, isn’t it? Well, i still don’t really fancy working. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Out. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-1508208237130751556?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/1508208237130751556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=1508208237130751556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/1508208237130751556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/1508208237130751556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/04/come-here-and-sit-with-me.html' title='come here and sit with me'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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-4909504834913247437.post-3078265773439260856</id><published>2009-04-22T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T07:20:35.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kiss me before you go</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I don’t fancy working. Nor coming home late. Nor not being able to go down from my work-station just to see someone i know for a couple of minutes. Nor being able to take a couple of minutes off just to message in the phone every now and then. Nor being able to fold my legs up as i feel really sore sitting down with straight legs because they’re afraid the big bosses may see that. Nor being able to be away for 15 minutes without being asked where i’ve gone to. Nor being able to talk on the phone. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m doing the same old thing everyday at work. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But i do fancy the cash being banked in at the end of the month. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Everyday, i’m always looking forward to my lunchtime and coming home from work, because that’s the only time i’m gonna be able to spend quality time. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I showed someone around my workplace yesterday. Ahhhh it was nice, but kinda risky at the same time, haha. We even went through the restricted hallway, where the only very important people go into i.e the bosses, because we couldn’t exit the department as the usual exiting area was used by a client. Thus, we use the other way out. I had to keep my nerve calm, though i do think that a couple of the bosses saw us. Haha, my badddd. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But it was fun, even though i was kinda stiff throughout, sorry about that. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m glad about yesterday. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Shusshhhh! HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyways, you know way before (i’d mention way back then, about a year ago) that i like to decorate bedrooms, especially my own. Well, i’d like to do like what the photo down there shows. Wish. Haha. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Se3KzD3PKeI/AAAAAAAAH3Y/zVwcRzE8EH8/s1600-h/untitledee%5B3%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="untitledee" border="0" alt="untitledee" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Se3K8NV8uJI/AAAAAAAAH3c/UJFSU_2MBfc/untitledee_thumb%5B3%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="413" height="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Wood panels on the walls, light oak flooring, red wardrobe, brown bed sheets, red pillows. Perfect. We’ll have to wait then, but i know it’ll happen.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Se3LCn1chQI/AAAAAAAAH3g/gjUUQyDvM7s/s1600-h/DSC_0077%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="DSC_0077" border="0" alt="DSC_0077" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Se3LGBlHzBI/AAAAAAAAH3k/OAWJ_pHxYNQ/DSC_0077_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="294" height="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How i wish so bad, wanting so bad, to drive this convertible (though i did for a couple of minutes, but that wasn’t enough). In my dreams! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Se3LKmbtEbI/AAAAAAAAH3o/_sx3Xiwhe1Y/s1600-h/DSC_0030%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#1b0431"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="DSC_0030" border="0" alt="DSC_0030" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Se3LNxiXrxI/AAAAAAAAH3s/yrOmhzb55Qw/DSC_0030_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="266" height="353" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Such a mouth-watering soup. Darn it, my tummy is growling now *pats my tummy* there there old dear hungry thing. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-3078265773439260856?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/3078265773439260856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=3078265773439260856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/3078265773439260856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/3078265773439260856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/04/kiss-me-before-you-go.html' title='kiss me before you go'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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://lh6.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Se3K8NV8uJI/AAAAAAAAH3c/UJFSU_2MBfc/s72-c/untitledee_thumb%5B3%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909504834913247437.post-1437259180291578750</id><published>2009-04-21T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T20:24:52.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i’m keeping it shiny</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;What really annoys me is the fact that MSN keeps on sending me (because i added my own email, haha pathetic, yes) and my other contacts this. Refer down there. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Se27BSO2LhI/AAAAAAAAH3Q/03JvQKyfu3o/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_03%20Apr.%2021%2019.40%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="ScreenHunter_03 Apr. 21 19.40" border="0" alt="ScreenHunter_03 Apr. 21 19.40" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Se27EhlKJfI/AAAAAAAAH3U/q6GOVc2fCjk/ScreenHunter_03%20Apr.%2021%2019.40_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="400" height="354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Who do you think i am? I’m not horny. I don’t have time to send these things to my contacts every time i sign in, let alone browse into those raunchy sites. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Darn MSN. What’s wrong with their system? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I just can’t seem to get rid of this thing. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Out. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-1437259180291578750?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/1437259180291578750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=1437259180291578750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/1437259180291578750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/1437259180291578750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-keeping-it-shiny.html' title='i’m keeping it shiny'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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://lh6.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Se27EhlKJfI/AAAAAAAAH3U/q6GOVc2fCjk/s72-c/ScreenHunter_03%20Apr.%2021%2019.40_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909504834913247437.post-4156174426900410545</id><published>2009-04-20T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T22:09:09.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shredding off the papers</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I really hope this week is gonna be a great week. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Please don’t ruin even a single thing. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’ll be damned if it does. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Out. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-4156174426900410545?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/4156174426900410545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=4156174426900410545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/4156174426900410545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/4156174426900410545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/04/shredding-off-papers.html' title='shredding off the papers'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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-4909504834913247437.post-8334221734245083523</id><published>2009-04-16T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T23:41:37.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>look right through me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy 4 months old to Thomas! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SedRktj2eZI/AAAAAAAAH3I/BRsZHAyB808/s1600-h/26032009113%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="26032009113" border="0" alt="26032009113" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SedRotQQ-gI/AAAAAAAAH3M/LDhGc2JK2NM/26032009113_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="421" height="321" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thomasik (my version, haha)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;My HECAS data has finally been restored. A bit relieving. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;It’s gonna be a lonely saturday this week. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;My driving lesson starts sunday next week. Like someone said, i past 2 birthday trips before i finally get my driving license. Haha good one.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;I am looking forward for a particular special memorable event. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Planning to quit my job sometime in June. I would quit now if i dont have debts all around me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;I want a haircut. My hair is jotting out everywhere. It’s a mess already. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;The song that was once dedicated to me has a play count of 64 times in my iTunes. And counting.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Feels really lucky eversince end of April last year. Yes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Get to drive a convertible for a couple of minutes, and it was fun, the feeling of night wind slapping my face and blowing my hair.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;When i look at your photos, i would spend quite a couple of moments staring at it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Pledge myself to…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-8334221734245083523?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/8334221734245083523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=8334221734245083523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/8334221734245083523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/8334221734245083523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/04/look-right-through-me.html' title='look right through me'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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://lh6.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SedRotQQ-gI/AAAAAAAAH3M/LDhGc2JK2NM/s72-c/26032009113_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909504834913247437.post-6338087396059084718</id><published>2009-04-14T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T22:22:40.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweating on the wall</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;14 days of absence.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I cant quite recall what exactly happened, but i do remember &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;i ‘sneaked’ out to purchase something really worth it, and got all hyped up about it, couldn’t wait,&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;got scolded at work. Been called “stupid” by a colleague, but then i guess it was actually my fault due to my lack of attention to the work given,&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;spent a really quality time every saturdays, and i love it, because it’s my only one day of the week that’s worth smiling about,&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;took a day off from work, finally! Because…(look at the next point)&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;my HECAS got fucked up, and just found out about it almost one month after its deadline. &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Special mention to the last point – i got all panicked, till now, still. My data in the HECAS form are gone, wiped out, as if i’ve never applied before. Complaint to the MOE, and hopefully everything will be okay. Fingers cross. Lets pray hard. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You lot remember Adam Lambert’s performance last week on Mad World? No wonder i’ve heard that song from somewhere. Turns out that i’ve had it long time ago, just that i didn’t notice it, haha. It’s been in my hardrive. Anyways, it’s such a fantastic song. I think the original version came from Tears for Fears. But i like Gary Jules’ version though.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m lagging behind with keeping up-to-date with downloading music and tv shows nowadays. I think i’m gonna download The Tudors Season 3 and Nip/Tuck Season 7 (i think) soon. I’m into Samantha Who and Eli Stone. Haha yeah i know supposed to be months ago judging by the fact that i have Samantha Who's DVD somewhere downstairs, but i didn’t get the chance to fully watch it till last week. And Eli Stone, it’s because well it’s because of its first name which is Eli, and plus it’s a nice tv show anyway. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Are you ready to be the Lady?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Out. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-6338087396059084718?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/6338087396059084718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=6338087396059084718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/6338087396059084718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/6338087396059084718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/04/sweating-on-wall.html' title='sweating on the wall'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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-4909504834913247437.post-818331064984530774</id><published>2009-03-30T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T18:14:03.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dont’ forget you’re one of a kind</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Sc-e_pBKliI/AAAAAAAAH2c/clyUU0PGp-E/s1600-h/3270884045_9aeff26ab23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; margin: 10px auto 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="3270884045_9aeff26ab2" border="0" alt="3270884045_9aeff26ab2" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Sc-fBnJJmII/AAAAAAAAH2g/3O5EhWfldDE/3270884045_9aeff26ab2_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="164" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/SdCbYpiSiXI/AAAAAAAAH28/HJlo4LicTx8/s1600-h/346445378_65ead0f8bb%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="346445378_65ead0f8bb" border="0" alt="346445378_65ead0f8bb" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Sc-fL1ljV0I/AAAAAAAAH3A/WxibzLvsAu0/346445378_65ead0f8bb_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Sc-fStG4MTI/AAAAAAAAH2s/vUcLJaCmfbc/s1600-h/3139850990_c21ee8220c4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="3139850990_c21ee8220c" border="0" alt="3139850990_c21ee8220c" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Sc-fViUrbtI/AAAAAAAAH2w/TT4uwWMXSf0/3139850990_c21ee8220c_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Sc-faTdAtYI/AAAAAAAAH20/Ahz3qs7zWmo/s1600-h/2853797169_556ffbfa1a3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="2853797169_556ffbfa1a" border="0" alt="2853797169_556ffbfa1a" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Sc-fdnn12xI/AAAAAAAAH24/IrqFQhfP0to/2853797169_556ffbfa1a_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-818331064984530774?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/818331064984530774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=818331064984530774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/818331064984530774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/818331064984530774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont-forget-youre-one-of-kind.html' title='dont’ forget you’re one of a kind'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Sc-fBnJJmII/AAAAAAAAH2g/3O5EhWfldDE/s72-c/3270884045_9aeff26ab2_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909504834913247437.post-4630935199592230356</id><published>2009-03-29T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T19:13:33.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ride along, it wouldn’t be long</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Sc9XPy_qCUI/AAAAAAAAH2U/QDfNWw8535k/s1600-h/26032009118%5B21%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 10px auto 15px; display: block; float: none; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="26032009118" border="0" alt="26032009118" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Sc9XVqhcmyI/AAAAAAAAH2Y/SLET0VUgs2I/26032009118_thumb%5B19%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="420" height="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I called him “Thomasik”. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-4630935199592230356?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/4630935199592230356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=4630935199592230356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/4630935199592230356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/4630935199592230356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/03/ride-along-it-wouldnt-be-long.html' title='ride along, it wouldn’t be long'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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://lh6.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Sc9XVqhcmyI/AAAAAAAAH2Y/SLET0VUgs2I/s72-c/26032009118_thumb%5B19%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909504834913247437.post-1043072291340077845</id><published>2009-03-28T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T00:24:53.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and we’ll get lost together</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sony Ericsson XPERIA X2 Android Concept.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Scz9PfWBf2I/AAAAAAAAH10/iz6IpDRdzhg/s1600-h/3230060040_5500be4639%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="3230060040_5500be4639" border="0" alt="3230060040_5500be4639" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Scz9Q08PFGI/AAAAAAAAH14/hj-oPYxIUNo/3230060040_5500be4639_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="434" height="484" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sony Ericsson XPERIA with Android inside? Why not!? They have confirmed that the company is planning on developing an Android-based handset. Sealover from Esato forum has updated his Sony Ericsson XPERIA X2 with great minimalist design. The XPERIA X2 is what everyone would expect: a smartphone that packs a pretty big touchscreen, the classic Android interface, touch-sensitive (or virtual) “Back”, “Home” and “Menu” keys, plus two calls keys at the bottom and a navigational mechanism.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I doubt that it’ll be out this year though, maybe 2010. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Seems like nowadays i tend to blabber about phones. New profound obsession. Other than of course… heheh, that’s my first priority always *nudge*. Haha you lot have no idea what i’m talking about, do you? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yesssss, today halfday! HAHA &lt;em&gt;iski, macam nada pernah cuti saja wah.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Out. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-1043072291340077845?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/1043072291340077845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=1043072291340077845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/1043072291340077845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/1043072291340077845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-well-get-lost-together.html' title='and we’ll get lost together'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Scz9Q08PFGI/AAAAAAAAH14/hj-oPYxIUNo/s72-c/3230060040_5500be4639_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909504834913247437.post-4158294720397286498</id><published>2009-03-27T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T01:46:06.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>well there’s someone i’ve been missing, come home</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I’m back to blogging, baby! Almost 1.3 weeks of absence. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My internet connection was down for the past 2 weeks, couldn’t get through the net decently. Blew my mind off actually. It caused me troubles because it jeopardized my daily dosage of pure happiness. &lt;em&gt;Eseh.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But now, it’s all good. Turns out that the internet modem needs to be changed every 2 years because the JTB person told that every modem of theirs have expiry date. Haha that’s new. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m getting hitched to my work now. Though there are a couple of ‘tagur’ and minor scolding thing everyday. Well, as they say, that’s how working is. And i’ve to bear with it for the sake of monay. Haha. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My bed is getting less attention from me nowadays. Aww, there there &lt;em&gt;*ulit-ulit*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It feels like the days are moving on faster than i thought. I mean, today i get up for work (&lt;em&gt;eseh&lt;/em&gt; rugged &lt;em&gt;bunyi nya &lt;/em&gt;haha), then comes home around 6pm. Then sleep around 11pm. It’s like that everyday and i didn’t even notice nor realize that it has been 4 days gone. Time flies so fast when you have a lot of things to do. Sometimes i even forgot what day it is. But i do remember the date, because i’ve to, haha it’s a work thing homie. &lt;em&gt;Esehhhh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyways, I miss phuhh…heheh. But yeah i do *&lt;em&gt;gulik-gulik&lt;/em&gt; on the floor, wailing* &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Another thing i miss about is – being in school with friends (delete the homework part).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Scu9s_PKjjI/AAAAAAAAH1s/AhDSbTHSS54/s1600-h/16012009102%5B12%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="16012009102" border="0" alt="16012009102" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Scu9uV2cNqI/AAAAAAAAH1w/AJGW1yyHiNY/16012009102_thumb%5B10%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="277" height="331" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taken during the days of the Graduation preparation thing. It looks deserted. It was around 6pm, on a weekend. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Out. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909504834913247437-4158294720397286498?l=thenakedlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/feeds/4158294720397286498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4909504834913247437&amp;postID=4158294720397286498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/4158294720397286498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909504834913247437/posts/default/4158294720397286498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenakedlives.blogspot.com/2009/03/well-theres-ive-been-missing-come-home.html' title='well there’s someone i’ve been missing, come home'/><author><name>Mei Ping</name><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://lh5.ggpht.com/_xRVYXKA45DM/Scu9uV2cNqI/AAAAAAAAH1w/AJGW1yyHiNY/s72-c/16012009102_thumb%5B10%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
