<?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-21170318</id><updated>2012-01-27T09:21:28.619+01:00</updated><category term='Vevey'/><category term='Italian'/><category term='boogie'/><category term='Zürich'/><category term='danke viel mal'/><category term='movies'/><category term='Japonais'/><category term='Schule'/><category term='fast food'/><category term='Francais'/><category term='séu kŏng'/><category term='scheisse'/><category term='c&apos;est la vie'/><category term='general'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='Lausanne'/><category term='verschwunden'/><category term='Video n Drama'/><category term='events n happenings'/><category term='Other Asians'/><category term='Schweiz'/><category term='sports'/><category term='blacklist'/><category term='Familie'/><category term='Tag n Test'/><category term='Genève oder Genf'/><category term='Indonesian'/><category term='Korean'/><category term='Indian'/><category term='Geburstag'/><category term='Western'/><category term='Arbeit o Internship'/><category term='News n Issues'/><category term='Horoscope'/><category term='Auf wiedersehen und Grüezi'/><category term='Thai'/><category term='greetings and dedications'/><category term='Deutsch'/><category term='Chinois'/><category term='Malaysian'/><category term='origins n history'/><category term='Bilder'/><category term='blog'/><category term='trinken oder Getränke'/><category term='mamak'/><category term='Kastanienbaum n Luzern'/><category term='gin kau'/><category term='Trips n Vacation'/><category term='Englisch'/><category term='wetter'/><category term='Montreux'/><category term='Beauty n Mode'/><category term='crap'/><category term='dessert'/><category term='festivals'/><category term='outings'/><category term='Taiwanese'/><category term='health n wellness'/><category term='Davos'/><category term='cafe'/><category term='Europe'/><title type='text'>Bienvenue! Panda's Dedelogy©</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Grüezi. Herzlich wilkommen bei meine blog. Danke viel mal fuer dein Besuch.
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&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/elle84/swiss/header.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1238</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-6041161877825635958</id><published>2012-01-26T14:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T14:33:02.399+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arbeit o Internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scheisse'/><title type='text'>Just Another Weirdo</title><content type='html'>Some people are so weird and strange. At one point, they are so into adding you on FB. Since that you see each other everyday, it's just not courteous to reject and say you don't use FB when it's a well known fact that you are with your phone most of time except working hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, you guys don't really talk to anymore, not because something had happened, but it's just the distance of the arrangements. But, you felt something weird. This person just acts weird. Just don't know what's so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, one day you found out this person removed you from the list. And you go like, okay, so ... why come adding so badly previously? Conclusion, weirdos, please stay away. Girl guy unisex whatever you are, just stay away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-6041161877825635958?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/6041161877825635958/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=6041161877825635958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/6041161877825635958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/6041161877825635958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-another-weirdo.html' title='Just Another Weirdo'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-8735580766320166735</id><published>2012-01-25T16:13:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T16:23:19.897+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinois'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festivals'/><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year 2012</title><content type='html'>So it's already the year of a Dragon ... voila, Happy Chinese New Year all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never a fan of visiting during CNY, even when I was way way younger, I rather choose to stay home with no money, than to go visiting with extra money. I just dislike visiting. That's just, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is a tad different, I actually went. Tho it's only 2 places which I was forced to, but nevertheless, I went eventually. Chinese love noise, it represents joy and happiness but I am the kind of person who appreciates peace rather than anything else. I actually don't like noisy places, but a club is a whole different thing. Too much of everything is not a good thing anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LhF39ixpN-I/TyAcohSJDnI/AAAAAAAAEtU/RZTAyHEWqbo/s1600/AP-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LhF39ixpN-I/TyAcohSJDnI/AAAAAAAAEtU/RZTAyHEWqbo/s400/AP-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701588610705854066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tadaa ... my first day ... no visiting but I got them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vlTLj39vDOE/TyAcoiK7QMI/AAAAAAAAEtc/4P7rHzyq-uo/s1600/AP-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vlTLj39vDOE/TyAcoiK7QMI/AAAAAAAAEtc/4P7rHzyq-uo/s400/AP-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701588610944024770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Second day ... tadaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, it's not the multi-connections in my family, Thank God. I will be feeling so uneasy and so uncomfortable when there are many people, no matter where it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year 2012!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-8735580766320166735?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/8735580766320166735/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=8735580766320166735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/8735580766320166735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/8735580766320166735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-chinese-new-year-2012.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year 2012'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LhF39ixpN-I/TyAcohSJDnI/AAAAAAAAEtU/RZTAyHEWqbo/s72-c/AP-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-4680192755144933318</id><published>2012-01-21T17:44:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T18:25:38.748+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trinken oder Getränke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health n wellness'/><title type='text'>The non-stop Cough</title><content type='html'>It has been months and months I was sick. It all started from mid last year when I fell really sick with that whole package til I needed to take MC from work. If you know me, I am not those who is a regular in the MC list. Ever since then, I started coughing and I took so many cough medicine that I eventually cured (so-called) and ... 1 month later, everything started again, which was in November until now. I have tried all kinds of methods (except Chinese traditional) and I am still here coughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it's a good thing that I am coughing because my alcohol intake is really really under control. After I reach a certain limit, I will start coughing non stop and I just can't put in anymore alcohol. At that point of time, I just feel like dying. That's really irritating (to be coughing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am given 2 other cough medication and see if that works. If not, God Bless Me, I do not know what I should do either. Report came out stating that my lungs are normal and no abnormalities. If my cough mixture is finish and I have no signs of curing, what should I do, really? =.= Is there a specialist in coughing? hahaa ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0F10S6Vc32U/TxrsB6tK4LI/AAAAAAAAEsw/dziWpO1iV8Y/s1600/IMG_1585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0F10S6Vc32U/TxrsB6tK4LI/AAAAAAAAEsw/dziWpO1iV8Y/s400/IMG_1585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700127796073521330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-4680192755144933318?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/4680192755144933318/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=4680192755144933318&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/4680192755144933318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/4680192755144933318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2012/01/non-stop-cough.html' title='The non-stop Cough'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0F10S6Vc32U/TxrsB6tK4LI/AAAAAAAAEsw/dziWpO1iV8Y/s72-c/IMG_1585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-20829356092018305</id><published>2012-01-18T15:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T16:00:59.435+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='c&apos;est la vie'/><title type='text'>The Circle</title><content type='html'>It started from strangers, to acquaintance, and it stopped.  Years passed, and friendship started, went into something beyond then, and *pffff it stopped. The world collapsed, back to Square One in just a very short period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds familiar? This is what we see everyday, every moment, people getting together and breaking up. You might have one friend who get a gf/bf, and in the other hand, another friend might lose one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to basics, back to being strangers, and everything starts again, the circle repeats. In the end, we just live by, day and day. Sometimes, it's just not hey I like you, oh I like you too, let's get together. When things get complicated, that's when the real problem starts. When Ying meets Yang, be prepared for never-ending situations, consequences and problems. It's almost impossible for someone from one end to end up with someone at the very next end. Two different worlds, two different mentality, it's gonna be a very hard time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to when they have just met, back to strangers. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;"Hey, nice to meet you :) "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-20829356092018305?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/20829356092018305/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=20829356092018305&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/20829356092018305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/20829356092018305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2012/01/circle.html' title='The Circle'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-6161008419535020426</id><published>2012-01-11T16:09:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T16:23:22.999+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gin kau'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinois'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scheisse'/><title type='text'>The Soup</title><content type='html'>I have been walking pass this restaurant in 1U almost every single day and I've never thought that I will actually end up in this restaurant, as it really looks Chinese. I'm not a big fan of fancy Chinese food in a shopping mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's newly open late last year in between the old and new wing. It's called The Soup. As we entered, we didn't have to wait for them to seat us. It was just the two of us at that time. Credits to them for the ushering part. We ordered only 2 types of food, 1 each. It's very straight forward.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 others joined us at the table. At the same time both our food arrived and guess what, the food came out wrongly. At the same time there was someone who ordered that wrong dish. Hence, it was instead given to her and there I was, continue waiting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quite long after they came back to reconfirm what we ordered. That's way too long of a wait just to reconfirm the order. 1 hour is almost up and I need to leave, without having my lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really don't understand. Is the order that complicated? Is it that difficult to understand simple stuff? I really don't think so. Is it a language problem? If I'm the one speaking then I might be able to understand its a language barrier and communication breakdown. But it wasn't me, it was from someone who speaks that language. Therefore, there's absolutely no reason why it was like that. They need like 5 minutes to understand and register what people tell them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless you. Really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-6161008419535020426?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/6161008419535020426/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=6161008419535020426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/6161008419535020426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/6161008419535020426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2012/01/soup.html' title='The Soup'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-8627169049510383598</id><published>2012-01-09T15:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T16:04:21.518+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blacklist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scheisse'/><title type='text'>U Mobile Broadband</title><content type='html'>I subscribed to U Mobile broadband service few years back and I don't like the fact that I had to be committed to their contract of 2 years, which means even if I don't like it, I have to stay on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally hate contracts. At that point of time, broadband service was still quite new here. P2 came up after that but I got not even one positive feedback from people around me. I had a test package with U Mobile and it was fine at that time. Except, not always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were times in when their line were so unstable, I was unable to connect due to the rain, like how stupid can it be right? I do not wanna bother to start calling them as I know it will be a huge pain in the ass. It went on for few years, and my contract had finished, which means, I can terminate the contract at any time. I'm free to go, I chose not to. Their service had improved, I did not feel the major hiccups of service, so I remained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 48 hours, I am unable to connect. No specific reason that I know of. I paid my bill right until December in Tropicana. I tried to call them after that but it's a bloody waste of my time, and I sent them an email. Guess what? None of it was responded until now. Yes until now 2.5 days minimum. I went personally to them and asked, all they could say was unsure and that it has been unbarred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my question is, after I got back, it's still barred at this very moment! Like how ridiculous, inefficient and ignorant without having a sense of ownership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF I did NOT pay my bill, okay fair enough to bar my line, and now, I paid with the receipt black and white here. I'm sorry I got betrayed by you people. I'm someone who can't live without the internet and I am doing very important things online, not just online, chat, and play games. I have much more important stuff and how troublesome it had caused me now is just very uncalled for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for not rectifying my issue here. I'm glad you never did because this is not the service I wanna use any longer. If things were rectified after I got home, I'm totally fine, but now, it's just horrifying. This is a way of you telling me, you can afford to be snobbish and that you do not need your customers anymore ain't it? Okay, your wish is granted, and don't worry, I will not promote your service any longer. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-8627169049510383598?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/8627169049510383598/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=8627169049510383598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/8627169049510383598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/8627169049510383598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2012/01/u-mobile-broadband.html' title='U Mobile Broadband'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-6557809253837392326</id><published>2012-01-05T12:43:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T12:53:38.673+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blacklist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scheisse'/><title type='text'>Move On</title><content type='html'>I do not know what is wrong with people these days, they just act like so damn absurd. They appear to be so desperate for everything that they eventually being labelled a despo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this dude few years back and he is definitely not someone I was close to but enough to get me annoyed and all. I did not meet him many times but it's enough to know what is he seeking for around people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's not that young to begin with, but no matter what he's still younger than me by actual age. He starts to leave comments he thought was cool, he tries really hard to be cool and awesome, he thought his jokes are funny, but hey, no matter how you try, you can never be likeable for some people. I am just one of those that will not find you cool. So, why not you do your own stuff, I do my own stuff, we don't bother about each other and we can live our own life happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no need for you to comment about things. My life is in my hands and how I live it, I have chosen this path. As a show of respect, you do not have any right to tell me what I should do with my life and how I can be happy with my life, because I am certainly happy. Instead of you telling me what I should do to look young, why not I advise you instead. Hmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fame and popularity among your friends and among people you know is not necessary too, it's just a waste of time. So what if you're cool but you do not have money, you end up being uncool too. Please refrain yourself from doing stupid things and bottom line is, please do not act like an idiot. It's a huge turn off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just listen to me, don't comment and leave stupid remarks. I don't appreciate it. Move on with life, please, thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-6557809253837392326?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/6557809253837392326/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=6557809253837392326&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/6557809253837392326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/6557809253837392326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2012/01/move-on.html' title='Move On'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-8426277250233016800</id><published>2012-01-04T15:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T15:46:53.883+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horoscope'/><title type='text'>Libra 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:+2;color:#FFFF33;"&gt;                    Personal             Traits&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The basic             Libran nature is diplomatic and charming.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Libras have an             idealistic and generally peace loving nature. They are easygoing and             sociable. L&lt;b&gt;ibrans are considered&lt;/b&gt; by many astrologers to be among             the most civilized of the twelve signs. Often good looking, they exude             certain elegance, charm and fine taste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;As lovers             of beauty and harmony, both in art and life, their nature is gentle             and kind.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Pleasure oriented people, Libras are intuitive             and very aware of the power of image. &lt;span style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;They are             happiest when socializing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;and             at the top of their social strata. You will find many Librans in local             organizations volunteering their time and services and rising to a position             of prominence. They are fence sitters and will not take a stand on an             issue, but prefer the middle of the road, until they are forced to choose.             They make good diplomats .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt; They are known to be objective and             impartial in making judgment calls. They are more interested in making             friends than enemies, and are willing to go along with others and do             whatever it takes to maintain a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;           &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Very sociable, they abhor cruel or vicious             actions,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and shy away from vulgar and offensive behavior.             They prefer to cooperate and compromise, and will give up, even when             they feel they are in the right, rather than put up with the ordeal             of an argument. Discord makes them totally insecure, and uncomfortable.             They need and want harmony in their lives, and will do whatever it takes             to have it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;                                 &lt;img src="http://www.findyourfate.com/astrology/zodiac%20pics%5CAG_libra.gif" height="152" width="110" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;hr /&gt;          &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+2;color:#FFFF00;"&gt;               Positive             Traits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt; T hey are gifted with a strong sense             of justice and fair play, and have fine analytical abilities. Librans             are sensitive to others and understand the emotional needs of their             associates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt; They are optimistic and cheerful people             and have an ability to charm and delight their friends and acquaintances.             Librans are not loners, and do better in partnership both in their personal,             and in their business life.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Main             positive traits: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Romantic, cooperative, gracious, sociable,             tactful, diplomatic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;hr /&gt;          &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:180%;color:#FFFF00;"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:180%;color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Negative             Traits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#faf8e9;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; The more negative Libran character can be frivolous, flirty             and quite shallow. In romance they can be indulgent to the point of             hedonistic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;Librans can be changeable and indecisive,impatient             of routine, boringly conventional and timid . Because they are slow             to anger, Librans will shock everyone around them with their sudden             outbursts of rage. Many Librans have been known to be hopeless gamblers.They             are seldom happy in marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Main negative             traits:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Fickle, dependent, indecisive, sulking, Peace at             any cost. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;hr /&gt;          &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;                                           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+2;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Profession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;             &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;center&gt;            &lt;center&gt;              &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt; In a profession                 or business, Librans often succeed as &lt;span style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;administrators,                 lawyers, antique dealers, civil servants.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Finance is                 also a fair field, as Libras are trustworthy in handling other people's                 money.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;Naturally                 creative and artistic, some Librans are gifted fashion designers.                 Librans make good doctors.Large number of them also drift into the                 law field.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;Others                 may find success as &lt;span style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;artists, composers,                 critics, writers, interior decorators, or managing various areas                 of public entertainment.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Some work philanthropically                 for humanity with great self-discipline and significant results.                 Those with a gift for finance sometimes make good speculators, for                 they have the optimism and ability to recover from financial setbacks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:180%;color:#FFFF00;"&gt;              Advice            for the Librans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;Librans must             strive for not being knocked off balance by the burdens of emotional             or physical attachments either of themselves or others.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;They crave for the peace and happiness             of home but it is usually a disaster. Librans are inclined to suffer             from depression of spirit, back pain and severe headaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Libra 2012 Horoscope&lt;/h2&gt;               A much better year than the last year gone by is predicted  for you in all respects. You will get mental peace and solutions to  your problems. Health problems surface off and on and medical expenses  will be there. If you plan and move then by the year end you will be  happy and contended. You have trumps in your hands, and it is important  to play them in a right way. With Jupiter, a planet of success aspecting  your sign for most of this year, you mustn't be afraid to leap into  action and to stand up for your rights.                              &lt;h2&gt;Libra 2012 Love, Family Horoscope&lt;/h2&gt;                 In private and love relations Libra will be trying to  settle a difficult and may be unsolvable situation. Influence of the  Jupiter makes you more courageous, resolute and independent that will  have an effect on relations with your partner and former passions. The  most difficult time is the end of March and April, when you'll finally  make a choice. If love will manage to overcome all obstacles, you should  expect your relations to be continued. If is not, don't be upset, as  there are many paths to the future and this year provides a magnificent  opportunity to find the one for you to give your heart and soul. A new  love is probable to come to your life and that will affect your existing  relations, so a breakup will be most natural, and maybe even  indispensable. In the second half of the year getting divorced couples  will start a struggle for shared property and the future of their  children. This year promises a romantic encounter in February, June or  second half of August, that is to change the whole life positively.                                   &lt;h2&gt;Libra 2012 Health Horoscope&lt;/h2&gt;                 In the first half of the year the energy level of Libra  is quite high and diseases are not likely to occur. In the second half  of the year, however, existing illnesses will reveal themselves, or new  ones will suddenly appear. It is suggested to be more attentive and  minimize the risks of traumas and accidents. Improvement in family life  and domestic harmony is predicted. Health needs care especially from  February to July. Gastric troubles, sleep apnea, arthritis and mental  stress indicated till July. Rest of the year will be positive for health  purposes.              &lt;div&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;                     &lt;a href="http://www.astrosage.com/free/free-life-report.asp" alt="Free Kundli and 2012 Horoscope" title="Free Kundli and 2012 Horoscope"&gt;                    &lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;/a&gt;                     &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;             &lt;h2&gt;Libra 2012 Finance Horoscope&lt;/h2&gt;                 Money problems get solved July onwards and developments  in career clearly predicted. Promotions and acquisition of luxury goods  will be there. The dullness that you have been experiencing for the last  13 months will be removed.                           &lt;h2&gt;Libra 2012 Business Horoscope&lt;/h2&gt;                 This year promises interesting and effective  professional life. Businessmen will begin a new project and will make  new perspective contacts. Communication with colleagues from other  cities or countries is quite successful; the trips that will contribute  to the whole business development are possible. Some of you will think  of purchasing business premises and will be able to put the project into  life in second half of the year. The most successful months of the year  are the end of January, February, June, second half of August and  October. The difficult side is relation with existing partners which can  take a position, contradicting to the business interests. Conflicts  will dominate the whole year and will finally cause serious financial  disagreements. The most violent conflicts will break out in the second  half of the year with November being the most difficult month. At the  same time Libra may get disappointed in friends or protectors. An  employee will see great changes happening in his company and will begin  to explore other possibilities. Difficulties with employers and other  problems are quite probable, which will give you an idea to look for  another job. Fortunately, horoscope Libra invites new opportunities to  come in the nearest future, and finally there will be only changes for  the better. The year is favorable for the beginning of new work, which  will prove to be more interesting, than the previous one, and will have  better perspectives. People of creative professions will be especially  lucky, as the Fortune supports their plans entirely.                          &lt;h2&gt;Libra 2012 Money Horoscope&lt;/h2&gt;                 Despite obvious professional success, there will be some  financial problems. Most of them will happen in the second half of the  year, when the financial status will be shifting. It may be connected  with expansion of business or with financial claims of partners. This  year we advise bank workers, and all the people engaged in finance, to  be more attentive and to avoid taking risky decisions, which can cost  much. Those, who are not involved in the world of business, may suffer  from other problems, such as unreasonable financial expectations of your  second half, or problems with children that require large expenses.                         &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/21170318-8426277250233016800?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/8426277250233016800/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=8426277250233016800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/8426277250233016800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/8426277250233016800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2012/01/libra-2012.html' title='Libra 2012'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-2421343361577413712</id><published>2012-01-04T11:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T12:45:03.859+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Auf wiedersehen und Grüezi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festivals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greetings and dedications'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2012</title><content type='html'>Hey, so here we are now, in 2012. How was your New Year celebration? Mine was awesome except some annoying species sticking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 I will consider that as a very different year for me. Overall again, it was fine, it wasn't a bad year at all. In fact, it's considered quite a good year, except for the health part. Just a recap what have I done throughout the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year fell in January last year and I wasn't here, physically in KL, for the first time in my life. For the years before that, I was just working my ass off. A travel down Turkey was a worthwhile experience, an eye opener to the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Feb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first time we went out drinking during Valentine's and we were all surrounded by couples in a club. FOL haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing too interesting this month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was SZB's birthday and yeah it's partay time. In the other hand, I was thinking of moving on. I just could not withstand that position back then, all the mistreatments and all. It all just hit me on my face, as one after another were all saying the same thing to me - move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the month that I have been FFK-ed the most. I put that in my record. My expectations went zero right away and immune to everything. I have made a decision, that I should put a stop of going out with a person who FFK so frequently over the most idiotic excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work had pushed me off my limits, that I finally fell sick. It went on throughout the whole month and receive no signs of improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I just realized certain guys can be so absurd. We went to Beast's showcase and damn, it was awesome. It was this month after 20 over years I have not been to Cameron, I was there! Damn, it's just cool. I got a temporary transfer to another office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;August&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got transferred back to my original office, and I needed to be back reluctantly. Met Rayleen for the first time after so many years. My then-colleague had decided to move on and I need to faster get a new place to move to as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;September&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my birthday month and I had one of the best birthdays staying there in MO. It was this month that she finally decided to tell the world she's together with that guy after months of speculations and people are not surprised. Some random guy had found my number and started calling me late at night aka early in the morning to talk rubbish. I need to constantly silent my phone before I sleep to avoid getting stupid calls from him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;October&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got sick of her after knowing all those sinful things she had done behind people's back. I can't bring myself to even talk to her like how I used to. In my career wise, it's time to move on. I have tendered my resignation. It was the last time I was studying Korean before I stop as my new job can't accommodate me going to Korean classes. I stopped at Elementary 2. Happy Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the beginning of my new life. So far so good, and I guessed I have been in my previous company for too long that I felt so isolated before and suddenly, there were so many colleagues around. I felt blessed. It was this month I realized how some girls club, that they expect no body contact, no contacts at all with guys, so I might as well, you just do a house party aye? I fell sick again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always the time of the year to spend money. My bro's got married, was here for a month and back to US. I'm here still partying around. During Christmas, somene FFK-ed me. So maybe, it was me who allow them to FFK right? So yeah, too bad, I don't accept apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might have been a rollercoaster ride, but I literally enjoyed the year, without that work of course. I was dragging myself to work everyday but I did my part as an employee. Taking up Korean lessons should be the highlight, the trip I had, the change of the job is the major change. I'm glad I had 2011. Thank you 2011!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to look forward in 2012, your resolutions, you goal in 2012. This might not be a resolution or anything, but I hope that my dreams of travelling to Korea comes true. That's what I am looking forward to this year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy New Year 2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-2421343361577413712?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/2421343361577413712/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=2421343361577413712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/2421343361577413712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/2421343361577413712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year-2012.html' title='Happy New Year 2012'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-7402096309351618840</id><published>2011-12-26T17:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T17:09:26.614+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festivals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greetings and dedications'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>Hello, long time no see, how's everyone? ^^ November &amp;amp; December, as usual is a busy busy month for almost all of us. It's the end of the year. It's the time of the year where we have our holidays, vacations, events, weddings, parties and etc. I do not have any holidays or any of that sort, for, I do not have any leaves just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding is over, back to normal life. Not my wedding tho hohoho. Christmas was just yesterday, in less than a week, we will all be counting down for 2012. Then, it will already be Chinese New Year, and the next thing you know, you will be one year older. Time's catching up, and you are just getting older and older. That actually freaks me out a lil. I don't like that whole idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas everyone ^^ This year's Christmas was rather quiet. The celebration was just a simple dinner with friends, a get-together, exchange our gifts, and back home we went. It was that simple. No parties, no drinking, no alcohol. We have been good, Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Again, Merry Christmas to all of you ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-7402096309351618840?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/7402096309351618840/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=7402096309351618840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/7402096309351618840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/7402096309351618840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-2274254389922976573</id><published>2011-11-14T16:17:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T16:33:45.306+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arbeit o Internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scheisse'/><title type='text'>That Impression</title><content type='html'>When you first land yourself a job, the last thing you wanna do is to leave a bad impression of yourself to others, whether it's your superior or your colleagues. Even if you guys are the same position, that's not the right thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know people say that it's okay to express oneself, but if expressing oneself means damaging your own image, why do you wanna do it? Being early 20s does not give you any right to bitch about the company you're currently working for. Having said you are young, you are still not forgiven. That's not an excuse to do such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being inetiquette shows how unprofessional you are. You might say that it doesn't really matter since that you are only gonna stay til your salary comes out. It is this kind of mentality of these people, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"it doesn't matter" &lt;/span&gt;that will haunt your future later on. Yes, it's just a month, so? You think, so? If you do not know yet,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; so-called-superior-than-the-others, &lt;/span&gt;I wish I could educate you that these days, big companies don't just call the names you give as referrals instead, they will check with the income tax where you were working with before. One mistake can cause you a big blow to your career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You come to a company in a nice way, make sure you leave it in a nice way. You don't leave in a very bitter feeling. If you don't like the whole idea from how the company is, to how it's managed, do not take the job in the first place, it's simple. Why take the job, and complains about everything, and then bitches about it in front of clients? Does it really make you look more superior than the others? It just shows people one thing, that people can't rely on you, that people shall distance themselves from you. People will think you are one kind having you there, they will not be confident with you anymore. It's responsibility okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue with this kind of attitude, you will not go anywhere. You are just having your honeymoon time there is only to wait for salary. Give the job to those who need it more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-2274254389922976573?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/2274254389922976573/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=2274254389922976573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/2274254389922976573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/2274254389922976573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/11/that-impression.html' title='That Impression'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-3248875910868781689</id><published>2011-11-13T14:20:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T14:30:58.367+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gin kau'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips n Vacation'/><title type='text'>Malacca Day Trip @ 1st October 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Claudine &lt;/span&gt;was back here for few months this year before she went back to UK in October. For that few months, we just managed to catch up for like once in KL when she was down here. It did not happen the right time either as I was quite sick back then, so I couldn't even talk. It wasn't fun. So, three of us decided to drive down to Malacca, a day before she was supposed to fly back to UK. Who knows &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Aboeji &lt;/span&gt;came to our rescue when he said he will join us. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we arrived there, the first task to complete is to have chicken rice balls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wUEhsS_ZJFg/Tr_FHReYdxI/AAAAAAAAErk/ip8FZClbr8g/s1600/mlk-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wUEhsS_ZJFg/Tr_FHReYdxI/AAAAAAAAErk/ip8FZClbr8g/s400/mlk-03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674470784250705682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Holy cow! You gotta be kidding me man ... do you really have to queue up under that hot burning sun just to have that chicken rice balls, well, we joined them -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DOmxmmuO34w/Tr_FGwUAk_I/AAAAAAAAErQ/bsd5-C0dlPA/s1600/mlk-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DOmxmmuO34w/Tr_FGwUAk_I/AAAAAAAAErQ/bsd5-C0dlPA/s400/mlk-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674470775348827122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQkGNaJ9vvI/Tr_FHD7xD2I/AAAAAAAAErY/F1QPZoIXTMc/s1600/mlk-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQkGNaJ9vvI/Tr_FHD7xD2I/AAAAAAAAErY/F1QPZoIXTMc/s400/mlk-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674470780615855970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Omg omg ... I think the last time I had this was 5 years back. It surely has shrunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ySlk1aQffYs/Tr_FHmzUS5I/AAAAAAAAEr0/capTdn9iIFo/s1600/mlk-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ySlk1aQffYs/Tr_FHmzUS5I/AAAAAAAAEr0/capTdn9iIFo/s400/mlk-04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674470789975657362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah this is a six star hotel there. The design and all is very European style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DIQegdwvHLk/Tr_FIB9j9cI/AAAAAAAAEr8/4lQx2mqx-hA/s1600/mlk-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DIQegdwvHLk/Tr_FIB9j9cI/AAAAAAAAEr8/4lQx2mqx-hA/s400/mlk-05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674470797266384322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Being us, we can't resist that lighting in the WC haha .. as always :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til the next time we meet ^^ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Avoir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-3248875910868781689?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/3248875910868781689/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=3248875910868781689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/3248875910868781689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/3248875910868781689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/11/malacca-day-trip-1st-october-2011.html' title='Malacca Day Trip @ 1st October 2011'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wUEhsS_ZJFg/Tr_FHReYdxI/AAAAAAAAErk/ip8FZClbr8g/s72-c/mlk-03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-112579204370287422</id><published>2011-11-09T17:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T17:36:38.612+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arbeit o Internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scheisse'/><title type='text'>Bless You</title><content type='html'>Certain people just have the tendency and that ability to annoy others, be it friends, acquaintances, co-workers, or even clients. Yeah, clients. I'm not talking about clients being fussy and all, but it's just their God damn comments towards others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it really doesn't harm you to just keep your mouth shut. If we don't acknowledge and talk to each other, I'm really okay with it. But, if you start passing on stupid idiotic remarks, I am definitely not okay with it. This one thought that we can be as close as possible and that maybe, he took things a lil too far without him realizing it. I don't know, not that I have asked. I have absolutely no interest to know anything about him. Just keep a distance and I'll be just as happy. Commenting about me being 10 years older in my uniform is not a compliment. Leaving comments like this will not be advantageous to him at all because I will return that lovely favour to him. Being not in a good mood in a morning, do not get me started. It's not that I wanna say that he's old, but he asked for it. I told him not to worry bout it because he definitely looks way much older than I do. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another weirdo came recently, leaving some really idiotic comments. Not that I wanna care and all, just ensure I do not know about it. A weirdo will always act weirdly, I understand that. He was telling this interviewee that this place is so boring, ooh like he has been working at this place for 10 years. If it's so boring, then get your damn ass out from that place, why are you working there for my client? Being a moron? Please do not try to make some really lame dry jokes as well, because we certainly do not find it at all funny. That is not humorous, that is plain boring and lame. You know why it's so boring? It's because you're not cool, and everything is weird about you. Just distance yourself. We do not entertain lame weird dudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-112579204370287422?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/112579204370287422/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=112579204370287422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/112579204370287422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/112579204370287422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/11/bless-you.html' title='Bless You'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-8134448962597738634</id><published>2011-11-07T17:54:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T18:03:25.838+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geburstag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trinken oder Getränke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>Saengil Chukhahae Part 3</title><content type='html'>From the hotel, we supposed to walk over to Supernova but ... we asked Szb to stop by at the hotel to get us. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W8VLKJg44cQ/TrgNuggCR5I/AAAAAAAAEpM/YqgQOr5JJaM/s1600/Bday-3-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W8VLKJg44cQ/TrgNuggCR5I/AAAAAAAAEpM/YqgQOr5JJaM/s400/Bday-3-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672298823322584978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's my first time out with &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://zoeliam.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Energizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; drinking. Before this, it was purely food and dinner or lunch, nothing like partying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MoyOC2m_BI8/TrgNu6eIFJI/AAAAAAAAEpU/IAd-nD0agrY/s1600/Bday-3-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MoyOC2m_BI8/TrgNu6eIFJI/AAAAAAAAEpU/IAd-nD0agrY/s400/Bday-3-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672298830293898386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tahan macho jer all ... drunk is the word haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d_7M17-Ou5Y/TrgNvKmOndI/AAAAAAAAEpk/H_ybNIyijTo/s1600/Bday-3-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d_7M17-Ou5Y/TrgNvKmOndI/AAAAAAAAEpk/H_ybNIyijTo/s400/Bday-3-03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672298834622848466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dede&lt;/span&gt; ^__^ This is my 6th time celebrating my birthday with her ... without fail, how awesome, it will be many more years to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TJ-PvijOS9Y/TrgNv91tZXI/AAAAAAAAEps/Hva13BHRG5Q/s1600/Bday-3-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TJ-PvijOS9Y/TrgNv91tZXI/AAAAAAAAEps/Hva13BHRG5Q/s400/Bday-3-04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672298848377988466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SZB &lt;/span&gt;.... my childhood friend ... considered haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2jb6dj32k9E/TrgNv35SywI/AAAAAAAAEp4/_mCuvjcLmkk/s1600/Bday-3-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2jb6dj32k9E/TrgNv35SywI/AAAAAAAAEp4/_mCuvjcLmkk/s400/Bday-3-05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672298846782409474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of us now ... thank you for coming and for being there ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-8134448962597738634?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/8134448962597738634/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=8134448962597738634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/8134448962597738634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/8134448962597738634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/11/saengil-chukhahae-part-3.html' title='Saengil Chukhahae Part 3'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W8VLKJg44cQ/TrgNuggCR5I/AAAAAAAAEpM/YqgQOr5JJaM/s72-c/Bday-3-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-7732029029929077436</id><published>2011-11-07T14:53:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T14:58:06.816+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Korean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video n Drama'/><title type='text'>Yang Yoseob 양요섭 - Andwae 안돼</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="315" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/OMgWA9N2F48?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/OMgWA9N2F48?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="315" width="450"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have watched Poseidon ... then you will definitely know this song. It's the OST for Poseidon, Andwae (no) by Yoseob. Such beautiful voice. The translation is in the video itself, there's Korean, English and Romanji as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-7732029029929077436?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/7732029029929077436/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=7732029029929077436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/7732029029929077436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/7732029029929077436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/11/yang-yoseob-andwae.html' title='Yang Yoseob 양요섭 - Andwae 안돼'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-1036337278396351080</id><published>2011-11-01T16:48:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T17:04:25.867+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arbeit o Internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scheisse'/><title type='text'>The Interview</title><content type='html'>People say first impression matters. It takes only about 10 seconds to conclude your first perception on someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, I'm not sure if there are too many jobs out there or what, people become so irresponsible. When you have agreed to come for an interview, please do come no matter what. If really you do not want the job, either you have a better offer, or you're lazy, whatever the reason is, have the courtesy to call up the company to either cancel it or postpone it. Do not just vanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, if you just don't show up, the next day you call again to re-schedule the interview, do you ever think people will still take you in the end of the day despite what you had done? Do you think you're the only person going for the interview? People do not really have the good impression on you anymore, so don't waste your time to call up. Geez, these people actually exist. They still have the guts to still show up, and this time, late? When you go for an interview, you don't just come and go as you like. People had set up the interview time for the convenience of both parties. You're not the queen where people wait for only you. There's no such thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An interview is an interview. If you're playing a fool, it just shows what kind of person are you, that you're not reliable and responsible, no punctuality as well and you're just not taking this job seriously. If you're not early, it's okay, at least be on time, on the dot. Minus another mark for being late, reason being you lost your way. Are you crazy or something? If you do not know the place, then you leave your house earlier. It's okay to be half an hour early, or even one hour, just make sure you're not late. Malaysians and the timing can never go along together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-1036337278396351080?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/1036337278396351080/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=1036337278396351080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/1036337278396351080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/1036337278396351080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/11/interview.html' title='The Interview'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-8206772362813484287</id><published>2011-10-31T18:04:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T18:17:28.807+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Korean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geburstag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bilder'/><title type='text'>Saengil Chukhahae Part 2</title><content type='html'>It seems that we have been working there but we never seem to be able to enjoy the luxurious room that guests get to enjoy. After we got confirmed all of us are entitled to have a one night complimentary stay, except that we were not supposed to do a lot of things, which spoil all the fun, so none of us actually utilized that complimentary night stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b3oHr3Rn9MU/Tq7VXfIxahI/AAAAAAAAEoE/djinTMlXDSU/s1600/Bday-2-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b3oHr3Rn9MU/Tq7VXfIxahI/AAAAAAAAEoE/djinTMlXDSU/s400/Bday-2-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669703580378032658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First time as real guests. The best part of the whole thing is that we get free upgrade. haha. It's not just one or two upgrade to a higher category, it's much higher. How nice my ex-colleagues are. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Lt45ql-bFk/Tq7XIFbWYuI/AAAAAAAAEpA/1vYnEu_GrAg/s1600/Bday-2-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Lt45ql-bFk/Tq7XIFbWYuI/AAAAAAAAEpA/1vYnEu_GrAg/s400/Bday-2-03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669705514801849058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We then went over to Stadium Merdeka where there's a Korean Wave being held there. We were sitting at the numbered seats at RM200+ ticket. Though I did not get to see GD and TOP, but I was happy enough to be able to see FT Island. Expectedly, the duo will be the last to come out and we just can't afford to wait til the show ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yHzVJ3sailE/Tq7VXssVGOI/AAAAAAAAEoM/Q6plXsiJjtc/s1600/Bday-2-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yHzVJ3sailE/Tq7VXssVGOI/AAAAAAAAEoM/Q6plXsiJjtc/s400/Bday-2-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669703584016832738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The process of getting ready haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T5U7wcvyUW0/Tq7VYcNkn1I/AAAAAAAAEoo/6oOZZquxCyA/s1600/Bday-2-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T5U7wcvyUW0/Tq7VYcNkn1I/AAAAAAAAEoo/6oOZZquxCyA/s400/Bday-2-04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669703596772728658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waste some Iphone energy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LXhyJ2WYjJs/Tq7VXhqvPCI/AAAAAAAAEoc/zhUOZGcb0SM/s1600/Bday-2-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nH5mR_d7f0g/Tq7VYzZDaEI/AAAAAAAAEo4/X8vQWBZrl7E/s1600/Bday-2-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nH5mR_d7f0g/Tq7VYzZDaEI/AAAAAAAAEo4/X8vQWBZrl7E/s400/Bday-2-05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669703602994899010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last shot before departing ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-8206772362813484287?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/8206772362813484287/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=8206772362813484287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/8206772362813484287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/8206772362813484287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/10/saengil-chukhahae-part-2.html' title='Saengil Chukhahae Part 2'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b3oHr3Rn9MU/Tq7VXfIxahI/AAAAAAAAEoE/djinTMlXDSU/s72-c/Bday-2-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-612194557671312031</id><published>2011-10-30T16:24:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T16:37:14.284+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arbeit o Internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='danke viel mal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='c&apos;est la vie'/><title type='text'>Respect My Single Life</title><content type='html'>As I was thinking the other day, an ex colleague suddenly crossed my mind. It's an ex colleague I have no longer kept in touch with. When we were working, we were not some close bonded colleagues, and we were not working side by side. We were just working in the same department, not sub-department. Sometimes, we don't even see each other once a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, 4 years ago, she commented something really really ridiculous. She found out that I was going out drinking that night. She asked if my bf minds about it. At that age, do I really need a bf at that time? I smell freedom, okay. Plus, I didn't say that I have a bf, so what makes her think that I have. I said, why not, I don't even have a bf. She then gave a very dramatic response like, where in the world have I been that I do not have a bf. Hello? Woman, you have one, planning to settle down doesn't mean that I need to have one too, right? I was young and I need to enjoy my life like some crazy ass first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went on nagging like why don't you have a bf. At that age, you should have one already, plan your life, settle down, have a stable life, at age 23. Are you insane or what? 23? Settle down? Stable life? What in the world is she thinking. Okay, even 4 years later, which is now, I'm still stuck in the same old me, haha enjoying it. However, I have changed a little, I don't go out all the way hardcore, I have toned down a lot throughout the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, woman, are you happy now? Being a married woman entertaining all your in-laws and husband, yet you sneak out from the house to go clubbing and who knows what happens there. See, to have your life, I rather not have. I'm still happy the way it is for me now. I can do whatever I want and nobody says a single thing, because I have total control over it. You actually do not have the right to tell me what to do and what I should do at my age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please respect my decision to stay single. Thank You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-612194557671312031?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/612194557671312031/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=612194557671312031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/612194557671312031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/612194557671312031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/10/respect-my-single-life.html' title='Respect My Single Life'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-5203508254464553899</id><published>2011-10-30T06:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T19:42:59.686+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festivals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greetings and dedications'/><title type='text'>Happy Halloween's Day</title><content type='html'>It's Halloween's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a great party yesterday, I definitely did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloween's Day everyone! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bnGNOMNoek8/Tq2aWOclsBI/AAAAAAAAEn4/yB9B4jT9RR8/s1600/halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bnGNOMNoek8/Tq2aWOclsBI/AAAAAAAAEn4/yB9B4jT9RR8/s400/halloween.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669357212555128850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And today, Sunday ... my lips were bleeding. It's like I'm meant to be a vampire or something. I have noticed this that every single year for recent years, my lips bleed around this time of the year. OMG! Insane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-5203508254464553899?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/5203508254464553899/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=5203508254464553899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/5203508254464553899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/5203508254464553899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-halloweens-day.html' title='Happy Halloween&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bnGNOMNoek8/Tq2aWOclsBI/AAAAAAAAEn4/yB9B4jT9RR8/s72-c/halloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-6306394271188430451</id><published>2011-10-27T18:37:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T18:51:49.502+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gin kau'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geburstag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japonais'/><title type='text'>Saengil Chukhahae Part 1</title><content type='html'>20 over years ago, I was brought into this cruel world. It was when I existed. In other words, it was my birthday last month. So yeah, we celebrated. You can't like tell me to stay home on my birthday, watch tv alone at home, right? Expect some alcohol, just some will do. I feel much better this year compared to last or years before. It's because when you don't really plan it, it's when things start to fall into place. Don't expect, don't put too high hopes on people, and you will end up happy. Out of so many weekends, I need to work on that Saturday. Thank God, it was just half day. Each year, I just ran out of idea what to do really. Nowadays, we have hotels available to stay in with those loyalty cards and all. So, we decided to utilize that for my birthday. At least, something different this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZhrJQH84K90/TqmJKsLyEyI/AAAAAAAAEms/4gI72Mc7z4s/s1600/Bday-1-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZhrJQH84K90/TqmJKsLyEyI/AAAAAAAAEms/4gI72Mc7z4s/s400/Bday-1-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668212422774756130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We started by having a Japanese lunch. All three of us have no freaking idea what to do, so we just hopped into one Japanese restaurant in Pavillion. The food is actually quite nice, can consider going back there. The name is called Watami or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YdqKsMyovCc/TqmJKoBCHiI/AAAAAAAAEm0/knvEP1OPJn0/s1600/Bday-1-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YdqKsMyovCc/TqmJKoBCHiI/AAAAAAAAEm0/knvEP1OPJn0/s400/Bday-1-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668212421655928354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's our Caesar salad. I have not tasted really nice Caesar salad before since Lecka Lecka moved away from Bukit Bintang. This was like one of the nicest ones since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Do7f-oUV5F0/TqmJK9bOkbI/AAAAAAAAEnI/27QvOtAXAbU/s1600/Bday-1-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Do7f-oUV5F0/TqmJK9bOkbI/AAAAAAAAEnI/27QvOtAXAbU/s400/Bday-1-03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668212427402940850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is this like some chicken katsu something? I'm really horrible with names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0LbTB8igBfc/TqmJLQOx1NI/AAAAAAAAEnQ/OSaYUSUc85M/s1600/Bday-1-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0LbTB8igBfc/TqmJLQOx1NI/AAAAAAAAEnQ/OSaYUSUc85M/s400/Bday-1-04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668212432450999506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Onion rings, damn this is cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5SutQXLbHnw/TqmJLiSH1HI/AAAAAAAAEnY/Wm8qDLqg8QI/s1600/Bday-1-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5SutQXLbHnw/TqmJLiSH1HI/AAAAAAAAEnY/Wm8qDLqg8QI/s400/Bday-1-05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668212437296862322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My partner in crime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xe6uA-cLq1Y/TqmJ5lkEA0I/AAAAAAAAEno/h4QNwaB8OJk/s1600/Bday-1-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xe6uA-cLq1Y/TqmJ5lkEA0I/AAAAAAAAEno/h4QNwaB8OJk/s400/Bday-1-06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668213228451398466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally me ... and okay, I know I look so damn retarded =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-6306394271188430451?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/6306394271188430451/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=6306394271188430451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/6306394271188430451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/6306394271188430451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/10/saengil-chukhahae-part-1.html' title='Saengil Chukhahae Part 1'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZhrJQH84K90/TqmJKsLyEyI/AAAAAAAAEms/4gI72Mc7z4s/s72-c/Bday-1-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-334513410971201861</id><published>2011-10-25T19:44:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T19:57:07.985+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scheisse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><title type='text'>Guys vs Girls</title><content type='html'>Some people get along better with guys, some with girls, and some are okay with both genders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually very difficult to get along with you same gender at times. There's this something in them, just something. I personally prefer and it's much easier clicking with guys, rather than girls due to the nature of girls. I am talking about those typical girls who possess a very typical girls' attitude. Girls are in no doubt a jealous species. That's what makes them so difficult to chill and hang out with. They are more complicated than they sound at times. When you're dealing with super sensitive girls, it's not okay to say mean things. But, how can you control oneself when all along that's how you behave. You gotta be extra careful on your usage of words. Then, there comes the part that if you are closer to guys than them, they will start trying to ditch you down. You know these girls, they have an aim, it is to be popular among guys. To be in that position, they will pretend to be really close to you, because that's a plus point, a bonus mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys they might tease you, they might say really cruel and mean things to you but I prefer it that way. I love bitter words more than anything else. They might insult, humiliate and offend you but you know deep down, they don't mean it. When you need them, they are at most times be there. When it comes to the girls, oh goodness me. They might compliment you from head to toe and toe to head, but deep down, you know that they are just putting up a show in public and don't mean it as well. Unless they are very sporty girls with attitude, or else it's just hard. Many girls I know dump you and ditch you aside once they have a bf. For them, it's only for convenience. It's just sad, isn't it? Is getting a partner all they can think of? Is pleasing the bf the most important thing in the world? Must they really ditch their friends just because they found a bf? Damn, the world just gets more and more sad as time and generation goes by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-334513410971201861?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/334513410971201861/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=334513410971201861&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/334513410971201861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/334513410971201861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/10/guys-vs-girls.html' title='Guys vs Girls'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-7742844981630121186</id><published>2011-10-24T18:27:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T18:41:20.593+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wetter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Europe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips n Vacation'/><title type='text'>Turkey Trip Day 7</title><content type='html'>It's the last day. My dream has officially ended on that day. Back to home, back to work, back to reality and I hated that. On the last day, it's nothing hectic at all, no visiting, no nothing, just purely shopping, last minute shopping or whatever. I am not really keen to buy people souvenir because it's just so difficult. It's no easy task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j6l91oUkbxw/TqWSYW1uu-I/AAAAAAAAEls/05SsEJ_TVzg/s1600/Turkey7-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j6l91oUkbxw/TqWSYW1uu-I/AAAAAAAAEls/05SsEJ_TVzg/s400/Turkey7-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667096653261093858" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;This is even more huge than the Grand Bazaar. This is called the Spice Market or Spice Bazaar I forgot. They have practically everything there. Food, clothes, souvenirs, carpets and even pets! Right, so I think the people over there are not so well aware of the existence of Malaysia or is it just me =.= But, thank you really. Nobody thought I was from China! None! The cloest they got was Singapore but that's only one, the others guessed I was like Jap (which is no way okie) and Korean (oh thanks for making my day haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k0pefRyLsmY/TqWSYaHDGaI/AAAAAAAAEl0/WHC5neDfVGw/s1600/Turkey7-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k0pefRyLsmY/TqWSYaHDGaI/AAAAAAAAEl0/WHC5neDfVGw/s400/Turkey7-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667096654139038114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While we were all waiting outside for the others, let's capture a pic first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EK9SorKXxvY/TqWSYkb178I/AAAAAAAAEmE/eV_NK3cNeL8/s1600/Turkey7-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EK9SorKXxvY/TqWSYkb178I/AAAAAAAAEmE/eV_NK3cNeL8/s400/Turkey7-03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667096656910610370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back to the airport ... we have got a few hours to spare before bidding Goodbye to Turkey. This is actually Visit Turkey Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O8ecPZJKW7Q/TqWSZRzSPMI/AAAAAAAAEmU/ziEvy8YrmyY/s1600/Turkey7-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O8ecPZJKW7Q/TqWSZRzSPMI/AAAAAAAAEmU/ziEvy8YrmyY/s400/Turkey7-04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667096669088529602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The airport ...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j6l91oUkbxw/TqWSYW1uu-I/AAAAAAAAEls/05SsEJ_TVzg/s1600/Turkey7-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sjrMUCa6Jpo/TqWSZ6jARII/AAAAAAAAEmc/Agmlyg_TA4w/s1600/Turkey7-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sjrMUCa6Jpo/TqWSZ6jARII/AAAAAAAAEmc/Agmlyg_TA4w/s400/Turkey7-05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667096680026096770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oops I got the chop. So yeah everything has ended. Turkey is huge, damn, it's really huge. 8 days is definitely not enough to visit. If you really wanna know more about Turkey, to go more deep in into the country, let's not just say 1 month, I think 6 months is just barely enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that moment I got down from the bus, I just know it that I am gonna miss the weather! Like, badly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-7742844981630121186?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/7742844981630121186/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=7742844981630121186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/7742844981630121186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/7742844981630121186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/10/turkey-trip-day-7.html' title='Turkey Trip Day 7'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j6l91oUkbxw/TqWSYW1uu-I/AAAAAAAAEls/05SsEJ_TVzg/s72-c/Turkey7-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-1329663150205634813</id><published>2011-10-22T21:59:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T22:11:29.175+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='c&apos;est la vie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scheisse'/><title type='text'>When problems arise ...</title><content type='html'>Humans face obstacles in life, problems and challenges. It is how you deal with it to solve it, not so much on complaining about it and keep on whining til someone else does it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't get the whole point of you posting up on a Facebook status, and replying those comments one by one when you could have that time to think of a solution. It annoys me when you appear at my news feed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah, you keep on saying that my life is good, I don't have any problem I'm happy with it and all. Well, do I have to post up on Facebook each time I face an obstacle like you do and attract both wanted and unwanted attention? I just feel grateful, nothing else. I don't need those attention. FYI, I'm not an attention seeker like yourself, so why must I do stuff like you? You're really bad at handling problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this age, you do not even possess an acceptable level of self-esteem, you must be a very sad and imbalanced person. I'm sorry to say this, but I feel that sometimes, it isn't even a problem but you make it like a big issue. Sometimes, you were the source of your own problem as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do not sound like I have a perfect life or a life near perfect. I don't. It is just that I don't show it to you and I feel I don't have the need to. Perhaps, at least, I use my brain before I do and decide on something. A rational thinking more like it. I don't simply sign off stuff then regret a million times later on and you're stuck with a commitment which is not supposed to be yours in the first place. Don't you think that you deserve it at times? Think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-1329663150205634813?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/1329663150205634813/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=1329663150205634813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/1329663150205634813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/1329663150205634813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/10/when-problems-arise.html' title='When problems arise ...'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-7376866371063952884</id><published>2011-10-22T07:46:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T07:59:59.061+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wetter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Europe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips n Vacation'/><title type='text'>Turkey Trip Day 6 Part 2</title><content type='html'>While waiting for everyone to gather again at the promised time, there were so many dogs there. Had ice-cream and it's even colder then. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kZKjx223-UM/TqJZBiJK5wI/AAAAAAAAEks/KViLTrKixdQ/s1600/Turkey6-2-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kZKjx223-UM/TqJZBiJK5wI/AAAAAAAAEks/KViLTrKixdQ/s400/Turkey6-2-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666189164065515266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even the dogs were feeling so cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMqmJ7kn_KM/TqJZBzLSqxI/AAAAAAAAEk0/pt6bLfj1j58/s1600/Turkey6-2-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMqmJ7kn_KM/TqJZBzLSqxI/AAAAAAAAEk0/pt6bLfj1j58/s400/Turkey6-2-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666189168637815570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the night, we were taken to a belly dance performance ... it was so good. The origins of belly dance some said it was the Greeks, and some said the Egyptians, and it was brought over to Turkey at a later stage. Belly dance is part of Turkish's culture and you can see it in clubs, parties and even on television. People usually hire belly dancers for weddings as well to liven up the atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Hwtr7UUe_E/TqJZB0Qw6CI/AAAAAAAAElE/UqJKgNimHaU/s1600/Turkey6-2-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Hwtr7UUe_E/TqJZB0Qw6CI/AAAAAAAAElE/UqJKgNimHaU/s400/Turkey6-2-03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666189168929204258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a few of them came out, they got the audience to dance along from all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lDLPHx4xlEU/TqJZCjnf2sI/AAAAAAAAElU/m3HuAGTy970/s1600/Turkey6-2-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lDLPHx4xlEU/TqJZCjnf2sI/AAAAAAAAElU/m3HuAGTy970/s400/Turkey6-2-04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666189181641022146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Asena, she is among the most famous belly dancers in Turkey. She has her own unique style and she appears on television program to do a short performance every now and then. Besides that, she had even made an album with a famous singer.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kZKjx223-UM/TqJZBiJK5wI/AAAAAAAAEks/KViLTrKixdQ/s1600/Turkey6-2-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MydBt1X1TLY/TqJZDFVyw7I/AAAAAAAAElc/Z2FdrGx6CdY/s1600/Turkey6-2-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MydBt1X1TLY/TqJZDFVyw7I/AAAAAAAAElc/Z2FdrGx6CdY/s400/Turkey6-2-05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666189190693569458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now it's the guys turn. Their costume is kinda cute haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many more performances and back we went back to the hotel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-7376866371063952884?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/7376866371063952884/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=7376866371063952884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/7376866371063952884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/7376866371063952884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/10/turkey-trip-day-6-part-2.html' title='Turkey Trip Day 6 Part 2'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kZKjx223-UM/TqJZBiJK5wI/AAAAAAAAEks/KViLTrKixdQ/s72-c/Turkey6-2-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-3378668064433256201</id><published>2011-10-21T11:55:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T12:18:27.919+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='origins n history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='c&apos;est la vie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scheisse'/><title type='text'>Just Ask</title><content type='html'>Things happen, incidents happen all the time. Day in, day out, stuff happens, shit happens. Some is good, some is bad, some is average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, for what I have seen, there are so many things that happened, people just don't wanna ask you, do they? They will just go to a third person who don't know exactly what happen, and the rest of it, they assume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a fan of all these. If you really wanna know about something, whether you're just being concern, or you're just being a busy body like how we call it here, so be it, just ask the respective person. Not anyone other than that particular one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't sound nice when it reaches that person okay. If you're not close, okay fine, maybe I can somehow try to understand it. But, if you and the third party have an equality kind of relationship with that person, isn't it etiquette only if you ask it yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't look good and nice. Be more courteous. It's okay if you wanna ask the third party for some hints, but if you really wanna know what happen, it's best you go to that person, ask and get done with it, everyone will be happy. Each and everything there's something happen, you just gotta go through someone else. Is that a game that you enjoy playing? I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go on and on and on doing stupid things around me. I certainly do not enjoy those moments. It eventually gets frustrating. If you wanna maintain your supposingly good image, please refrain those kind of stuff. But, not like you have one good image anyway. You have tarnished it all before you even know it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-3378668064433256201?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/3378668064433256201/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=3378668064433256201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/3378668064433256201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/3378668064433256201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/10/just-ask.html' title='Just Ask'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-5363969977592350610</id><published>2011-10-20T22:28:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T23:09:23.759+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wetter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Europe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips n Vacation'/><title type='text'>Turkey Trip Day 6</title><content type='html'>It's Day 6 and things are coming to an end. I hate this part the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uvu_TfL7FHg/TqCFnoOF-rI/AAAAAAAAEjs/olV_kof5mLg/s1600/Turkey6-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uvu_TfL7FHg/TqCFnoOF-rI/AAAAAAAAEjs/olV_kof5mLg/s400/Turkey6-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665675247090006706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's snowing, a white Chinese New Year instead of White Christmas! We then headed back to Istanbul, had a Korean lunch. Yeah, weird, isn't it? We went all the way to Turkey to have a Korean meal haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8AwaxDXcH4w/TqCFni5oAiI/AAAAAAAAEj4/ClcJOVMGeuw/s1600/Turkey6-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8AwaxDXcH4w/TqCFni5oAiI/AAAAAAAAEj4/ClcJOVMGeuw/s400/Turkey6-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665675245661979170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We then went to this bazaar. This is the best place to buy stuff like souvenirs and stuff like that. If I'm not mistaken it's called the Grand Bazaar. You can bargain there. It's like our night market here, but an improvised version of it, and a much larger scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mb8wB53tIq0/TqCFoHlIy_I/AAAAAAAAEkE/-BjKadmjN8o/s1600/Turkey6-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mb8wB53tIq0/TqCFoHlIy_I/AAAAAAAAEkE/-BjKadmjN8o/s400/Turkey6-03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665675255508159474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We then went on a cruise called the Bosphorus Cruise. It's an hour city tour of Istanbul, one of the busiest cities in the world. While going on a sightseeing tour, at the same time, you get to enjoy the cool breeze. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mb8wB53tIq0/TqCFoHlIy_I/AAAAAAAAEkE/-BjKadmjN8o/s1600/Turkey6-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UR1__GQfCrU/TqCFoXpkuEI/AAAAAAAAEkQ/ab-V7dEUNqk/s1600/Turkey6-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UR1__GQfCrU/TqCFoXpkuEI/AAAAAAAAEkQ/ab-V7dEUNqk/s400/Turkey6-04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665675259821733954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3jZ0Ne92eqM/TqCFonfU-0I/AAAAAAAAEkY/6Oiy_wmjttM/s1600/Turkey6-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3jZ0Ne92eqM/TqCFonfU-0I/AAAAAAAAEkY/6Oiy_wmjttM/s400/Turkey6-05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665675264073726786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can see the differences of buildings, you can see both regions, one is the Asian and the other is the European side. This is where East meets West, all within the same city.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-5363969977592350610?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/5363969977592350610/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=5363969977592350610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/5363969977592350610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/5363969977592350610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/10/turkey-trip-day-6.html' title='Turkey Trip Day 6'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uvu_TfL7FHg/TqCFnoOF-rI/AAAAAAAAEjs/olV_kof5mLg/s72-c/Turkey6-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-8045929773218649736</id><published>2011-10-20T19:01:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T19:18:36.574+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='origins n history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='c&apos;est la vie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scheisse'/><title type='text'>Go Go Go!</title><content type='html'>Woman, do you really have to stick your nose to everyone else' business? Like, really? Do you have to do that and involve an outsider? Do you really feel a need to do that? You better think twice before doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you don't know that words are poisonous so ensure that whatever you have said to people is something you can face later on. No matter how dramatic and hypocrite you may be, I am definitely not a fan of dramas. I only love to watch Korean dramas and not a drama made out of your life or my life. I'm totally not interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please leave me out for once. Do I look like I don't have a life that you need to involve me so that it looks more interesting to you? I'm sorry I don't need this kind of help. I am happy the way things are and I will appreciate it more only if you behave more around me, in front as well as behind my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love attention terribly, oops sorry I shall rephrase that, you demand for attention doesn't mean everyone else does. I'm reminding you not to step on my tail because it will not end well. You don't wanna cause a scene out of that small lil thing, do you? Sorry for a moment I have forgotten that you are a  drama queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I might lose some out of these if a war takes place, but if you force me to, I will fight to the very end just to prove that I do not lose. Read my words, I have kept quiet all these while, so please respect that silence. Do not break the silence and you will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if I act a certain way? Does it have to do with you in the first place? If you are so unhappy and dissatisfied, why bother contacting in the first place? You might as well lead a life of your own without us crossing path with each other and we will be fine. But, no matter what, you just can't leave me alone, and you just wanna leave me in frustration and til to date, I don't understand why either. Can't you just ignore my existence? I will be happy you know. From today onwards, leave me out of everything because I don't wanna be in your circle. It's NOT cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hypocrites is not my cup of tea. I don't mind being a devil as long as we are not in the same league. Stay a distance away from me, and it also means stop talking, yeah just about anything. Stop all and everything's gonna be alright. If you continue what you have been doing, I will ensure that I will teach you how to appreciate it the hard way. Sometimes, I might lose a lil along the way too, but, it's not about those, to me, it's all about the fight, and I mean, I will fight til the very end and eventually, it's all about satisfaction. Moral of the story, think before you talk, use your brain before you do anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-8045929773218649736?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/8045929773218649736/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=8045929773218649736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/8045929773218649736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/8045929773218649736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/10/go-go-go.html' title='Go Go Go!'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-6103055451662755983</id><published>2011-10-20T07:51:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T07:57:45.735+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Europe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips n Vacation'/><title type='text'>Turkey Trip Day 5 Part 3</title><content type='html'>This was our last stop for the day. A visit to the museum. It's so huge that you don't have time to even read everything there. Even by just walking inside there seems so tiring. They are definitely very rich in history and it's just really impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s7O7ak8JsUA/Tp-3EtPtEDI/AAAAAAAAEjU/FbQM4euNVZM/s1600/Turkey5-3-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s7O7ak8JsUA/Tp-3EtPtEDI/AAAAAAAAEjU/FbQM4euNVZM/s400/Turkey5-3-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665448147748196402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is how the museum looks like from the outside. It may not seem big and huge, but it actually is ... I did not take all of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X3SuCAkI0_c/Tp-3Es1t8vI/AAAAAAAAEjc/rtB3rEUz_zM/s1600/Turkey5-3-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X3SuCAkI0_c/Tp-3Es1t8vI/AAAAAAAAEjc/rtB3rEUz_zM/s400/Turkey5-3-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665448147639202546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just love taking pix like this, it just seems so nice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-6103055451662755983?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/6103055451662755983/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=6103055451662755983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/6103055451662755983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/6103055451662755983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/10/turkey-trip-day-5-part-3.html' title='Turkey Trip Day 5 Part 3'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s7O7ak8JsUA/Tp-3EtPtEDI/AAAAAAAAEjU/FbQM4euNVZM/s72-c/Turkey5-3-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-1295316766138233524</id><published>2011-10-18T17:59:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T18:10:03.482+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blacklist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scheisse'/><title type='text'>Stop Condemning</title><content type='html'>Dude, just because you love Japanese stuff, just because the girl of your dreams is obsessed over Japanese stuff, it doesn't give you any right to condemn Korean stuff, the Hallyu stars and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you talking about plastic surgeries when the Japanese themselves is known for that? Before you even start blaming and putting down somebody, someone or somethings, please ensure that you're perfect yourself, or that the stuff that you like has no flaws whatsoever. In actual fact, everything in the world has flaws, and that includes you. If you are really that great, you will not be putting down the Korean stuff. Please stop being jealous about how big it has become to this date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just shows what a sore loser are you. You can't lose, and you refuse to admit that you have lost, this is what happen - sulk at one corner in a very pathetic manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can swear with my own life that if the girl starts liking Korean stuff, you will be a God damn slave for Korean stuff as well. How sad and how fake you really are. Man, not that I don't know you're fake anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah I know, what's the big fuss right? I got it, it's not like I earn money from this and all. But, hello? Do you really have to really put down others just to make yourself look good? It doesn't work that way, idiot. Handle it like a man, admit it like a man, not a sore loser. Should I feel sad for you? Hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-1295316766138233524?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/1295316766138233524/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=1295316766138233524&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/1295316766138233524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/1295316766138233524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/10/stop-condemning.html' title='Stop Condemning'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-1806277119006638530</id><published>2011-10-17T18:49:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T19:10:09.310+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wetter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Europe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips n Vacation'/><title type='text'>Turkey Trip Day 5 Part 2</title><content type='html'>Day 5 .. omg, this is like not gonna end. This is still at Cappadocia. We headed to Goreme, a town in Cappadocia. A visit to those fairy chimney rock formations has a rich history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9y4fmDGaDP8/Tpxc9DVbJXI/AAAAAAAAEiY/S86CXQyM28I/s1600/Turkey5-2-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9y4fmDGaDP8/Tpxc9DVbJXI/AAAAAAAAEiY/S86CXQyM28I/s400/Turkey5-2-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664504635262182770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XN044BDNNas/Tpxc9ZYi-_I/AAAAAAAAEio/izOPzi-xa1Y/s1600/Turkey5-2-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XN044BDNNas/Tpxc9ZYi-_I/AAAAAAAAEio/izOPzi-xa1Y/s400/Turkey5-2-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664504641180859378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are many stairs to climb in this place. We can see how yesterday's people live and pass their days. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Volcanic eruptions created this surreal moonscape: the lava flows  formed tuff rock, which wind and rain sculpted into sinuous valleys with  curvy cliff faces and pointy fairy chimneys. This place  has the best collection of chapels and living quarters, most dating to around the 11th century."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4BXlj1hUBZA/Tpxc-M7sEuI/AAAAAAAAEjA/pQcRl45nFi4/s1600/Turkey5-2-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4BXlj1hUBZA/Tpxc-M7sEuI/AAAAAAAAEjA/pQcRl45nFi4/s400/Turkey5-2-04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664504655018463970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This city is famous for their carpet production. The government had subsidized to encourage locals exporting carpets. Thus, they have like one of the best quality carpet production in the world. Whenever you purchase a carpet, and you don't feel like you wanna bring it back by hand to the airport, they can arrange to courier the carpet back to your home country without any extra charge on top of the carpet price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rD8R-dJfu28/Tpxc91xkxxI/AAAAAAAAEiw/h0GB7cp_5j8/s1600/Turkey5-2-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rD8R-dJfu28/Tpxc91xkxxI/AAAAAAAAEiw/h0GB7cp_5j8/s400/Turkey5-2-03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664504648802027282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A visit to the cave, it's so damn cool I love it, except that in pictures you can't really see what's there as they only have very limited lighting inside. It's all in darkness but it's cool and awesome&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9y4fmDGaDP8/Tpxc9DVbJXI/AAAAAAAAEiY/S86CXQyM28I/s1600/Turkey5-2-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s5VWQP_u_Wk/Tpxc-bmu2tI/AAAAAAAAEjI/WCC6dgJAIOY/s1600/Turkey5-2-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s5VWQP_u_Wk/Tpxc-bmu2tI/AAAAAAAAEjI/WCC6dgJAIOY/s400/Turkey5-2-05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664504658957097682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was Chinese New Year Eve that day and nothing changes. There's no pork to eat. Nevertheless, there's wine, that's all that matters. I don't really feel lacking of anything as for so many years, I have not been really celebrating at all, so it's all cool. This is the only year I did not need to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh~ Such beautiful weather&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-1806277119006638530?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/1806277119006638530/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=1806277119006638530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/1806277119006638530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/1806277119006638530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/10/turkey-trip-day-5-part-2.html' title='Turkey Trip Day 5 Part 2'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9y4fmDGaDP8/Tpxc9DVbJXI/AAAAAAAAEiY/S86CXQyM28I/s72-c/Turkey5-2-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-8615470195836403913</id><published>2011-10-16T11:52:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T12:07:08.932+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health n wellness'/><title type='text'>That snake</title><content type='html'>It all started a slight pain above my chest, very near to my shoulder on the left. It's not like the pain is always there, it's on and off. It just attacks out of a sudden and gone, very repetitive kinda things throughout the day. It wasn't that painful so I did not think much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then something grew and it looks like mosquito bites initially. I still did not think much. As I understood my skin so well, I just thought it's some skin irritation once again. It's quite frequent I get rash every now and then but after awhile it will disappear. That's what I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It then followed by stomach aches. This isn't right anymore. As it's just on and off, and the pain was bearable at that point of time, I shall wait for a day more to see what happen. If all this continues, then let's call my 24 hours doctor. When I showed people, all told me the same thing, it's a sign that I got attacked by the snake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole night, I was in pain, my stomach. From the beginning, I know it's not the pain that I know. I did not feel that sort of pain before. Stomach cramps, stomach ache, the common ones, it doesn't feel the same. On Saturday, the pain became so unbearable at some point of time and the best part was I was at work. I can't do much but to bear it somehow til the extent I could not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iE7i9ITJGE0/Tpqp43hNK3I/AAAAAAAAEiM/GAGxpD0vmwA/s1600/snake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iE7i9ITJGE0/Tpqp43hNK3I/AAAAAAAAEiM/GAGxpD0vmwA/s400/snake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664026275812813682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, stupid snake made me lying on bed at most of the times. It itches, it's so painful. It's call shingles in normal terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually went to google what happened to me and some other illness came up. But, it happens to mostly Western and African countries, and it attacks older people. So, the probability isn't there. It's not appendix either because the pain is on my left, and not right. There's no way appendix has rash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after comfirming what I am having now, I googled it up and it's the same virus as chicken pox. Those who have had chicken pox only can get this. So what, it has been sleeping inside me for the past 20 years. Holy cow! &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Herpes_zoster"&gt;Shingle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-8615470195836403913?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/8615470195836403913/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=8615470195836403913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/8615470195836403913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/8615470195836403913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/10/that-snake.html' title='That snake'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iE7i9ITJGE0/Tpqp43hNK3I/AAAAAAAAEiM/GAGxpD0vmwA/s72-c/snake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-7989497932895487505</id><published>2011-10-10T16:46:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T17:28:26.950+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News n Issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='c&apos;est la vie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scheisse'/><title type='text'>Girls</title><content type='html'>I heard of this girl quite some time back, which none of them was positive. It's about her being involved in people's relationships, being the third party, being a mistress all that sort of thing. It's nothing to be proud of for sure, but I realized, she isn't the only one. In fact, many girls are following that path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once they hit 30, they only wanna get married. I just don't get this whole marriage thingy. Perhaps, when I reach that age, I will automatically think that way too? Damn, no way. I can't, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, theirs is not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I wanna get married"&lt;/span&gt; rather &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I wanna get married and lead a luxurious life, spend all I want without a need to work"&lt;/span&gt;, yeah that kind. Wait til they get dump, and if they are fortunate, people still wanna hire them. Who wants to hire someone who has not been working for 20 over years, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you some facts here. Many girls here are like that, only look at money when it comes to guys yet wanna use money that belongs to others. I have no problem with you earning your own money and splurge it all you want like water. That, are girls I respect. Otherwise, they ought not to be respected because respect is to be earn. Girls, they can do anything just to get those money, and that includes having a suga daddy. There are so many other ways to earn money, and these people chose this path. What a shame on them. For them, this is one of the fastest ways to earn money. How cheap they wanna be? There's no such thing as dignity and pride in their dictionary. How pathetic. Trust me on this, karma's a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, let me correct you if you think all girls are like that. Not all, okay, read this properly, NOT all girls are materialistic. So, please judge every girl differently because they are all an individual. You cannot generalize all are like that just because you might have met 7 out of 10 girls are like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-7989497932895487505?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/7989497932895487505/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=7989497932895487505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/7989497932895487505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/7989497932895487505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/10/girls.html' title='Girls'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-4198437036652063080</id><published>2011-10-06T19:10:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T19:17:50.902+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News n Issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verschwunden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='c&apos;est la vie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health n wellness'/><title type='text'>Steve Jobs 1955-2011</title><content type='html'>Today when I woke up, I heard the very shocking and unexpected news, the passing of Steve Jobs. This guy has been so amazing that he had changed the way how people lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lost another great legend in our time and he's still really young, at only aged 56, he left the world. He had achieved so many great things, invented and re-invented things. He even changed how people listen to songs. It's phenomenal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had left a legacy and he will always be remembered. It was just another gadget back then, but today he changed the world's perceptions, and most importantly, his inventions are now a lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not have many Apple products ... the first one being the Ipod, and now, Iphone. People cannot live without all these technologies these days. We are going forward, to the future and he showed us how it should be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest In Peace, you will always be remembered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-4198437036652063080?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/4198437036652063080/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=4198437036652063080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/4198437036652063080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/4198437036652063080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/10/today-when-i-woke-up-i-heard-very.html' title='Steve Jobs 1955-2011'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-784292762978278275</id><published>2011-10-03T18:49:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T19:04:06.675+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wetter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Europe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips n Vacation'/><title type='text'>Turkey Trip Day 5</title><content type='html'>It's our Day 5 already. Time surely flies when it comes to holidays and vacations, doesn't it? It's the time of the life, a trip down Cappadocia. It is where they are world famous for their hot air balloons. If you are there in Cappadocia, and you don't take it, it's like you have never been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to ride this hot air balloon, your day gotta start as early as 5am. The time you depart from the hotel is 5.15am. It's crazy and absolutely insane you may think. With the price you're paying, this is madness. The price is really pricey but for that once in a lifetime experience, it's worth every cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Yz4oqMCIIY/TonpWI6-vaI/AAAAAAAAEhk/l0ZMzjrUmZY/s1600/Turkey5-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Yz4oqMCIIY/TonpWI6-vaI/AAAAAAAAEhk/l0ZMzjrUmZY/s400/Turkey5-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659310973328997794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's so cold and it's freezing ... waiting for it to heat up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Um7ApzmjUhE/TonpWX1p3NI/AAAAAAAAEhs/LqTD16zSU-4/s1600/Turkey5-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Um7ApzmjUhE/TonpWX1p3NI/AAAAAAAAEhs/LqTD16zSU-4/s400/Turkey5-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659310977333189842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The scenery is just amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PyEx2XsJENw/TonpWgkW9ZI/AAAAAAAAEh8/m-K87T-7xc0/s1600/Turkey5-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PyEx2XsJENw/TonpWgkW9ZI/AAAAAAAAEh8/m-K87T-7xc0/s400/Turkey5-04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659310979676566930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The sun is up and there are tans of other hot air balloon up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJK6oU53RgA/TonpWewfYII/AAAAAAAAEh0/HYkhAHSQEVE/s1600/Turkey5-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJK6oU53RgA/TonpWewfYII/AAAAAAAAEh0/HYkhAHSQEVE/s400/Turkey5-03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659310979190579330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have all graduated .... open champagne!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CN4qHbH5Ocs/TonpW38f7PI/AAAAAAAAEiE/uoJUQu13oeE/s1600/Turkey5-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CN4qHbH5Ocs/TonpW38f7PI/AAAAAAAAEiE/uoJUQu13oeE/s400/Turkey5-05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659310985951833330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Damn ... all these people are so great. It was so safe there, each and every crew were so efficient, professional and they had anticipated everything. In order to be a pilot for hot air balloon, it is much more tougher than any parts of the world. Hence, each one of them is so experienced that you wouldn't doubt about their capabilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's first class! Excellent! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-784292762978278275?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/784292762978278275/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=784292762978278275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/784292762978278275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/784292762978278275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/10/turkey-trip-day-5.html' title='Turkey Trip Day 5'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Yz4oqMCIIY/TonpWI6-vaI/AAAAAAAAEhk/l0ZMzjrUmZY/s72-c/Turkey5-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-4040867539138372892</id><published>2011-09-28T18:02:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T18:23:36.588+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scheisse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health n wellness'/><title type='text'>Determination ...</title><content type='html'>Certain people are born optimist, and they really impress me with their never-ending determination. It sometimes amaze me so much that it feels like those people do not exist on this planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their perseverance is really astonishing that sometimes I hope they could put just a quarter of them to those pessimists. Anyhow, I don't hope these optimists exist either, but they do unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, when someone calls a person, and that person does not give any positive respond, and the call was only picked up once, it's so obvious and it's clear enough that people are not interested so please do understand. These optimists do not. They keep on calling like as if there is nothing else to do in this world. If only they could put these determination into something more productive, then we will live in a more peaceful world. For a normal person, they will not pick their damn phone up to call someone up at like 2-3am on a weekday. Crazily enough, this idiotic lunatic here actually calls me at that hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of late, if I do not respond, there's a reason. It's because I do not want my sleep to be disturbed and interfered by this problematic dude. At all times, particularly 12am onwards, it needs to be put on silent, or else I need to suffer the whole freaking night. I do not know when will he call me, on which day or whatever, or why. I do not know the reason either and I do not intend to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're unstable, please try to get a professional help to stabilize yourself because you're a danger and hazard to those around you. If I did not silent my phone, I think I would have developed a phobia hearing my phone rings already. I actually had that phobia before last year when I receive calls just anytime of the day. It was during a period of time when I kept receiving calls from this particular person who do not seem to understand what sleeping means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're looking at a positive side, maybe it's a good thing that I actually know that person. On a bad side, maybe it isn't a good thing because when you know that person, you can't really tell them off that their calls is actually bothering you without actually sounding rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I can't do anything now with that weirdo except to hope that he gets fed up and stop calling me for good. Or else, it's just all the best and good luck, there's nothing I can do. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hallelujah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-4040867539138372892?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/4040867539138372892/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=4040867539138372892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/4040867539138372892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/4040867539138372892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/09/determination.html' title='Determination ...'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-8032250276818190722</id><published>2011-09-26T19:55:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T20:00:52.226+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geburstag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greetings and dedications'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>Gomawoyo</title><content type='html'>Thank you for those never-ending birthday wishes. It was indeed an awesome night. Everyone had really pleased me that day and night. They entertained me whole day and night, keeping me entertained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one of my best birthday celebrations I ever had in such a long long time. Every year, something surely comes up to stop me from having the time of my life. I guess, nothing like that happened this year. Everything went on smoothly and perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stay was perfect, the concert was great and the celebration that night was just superb. The companions particularly was just so perfectly combined that I wouldn't wanna trade for anything in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You!! Gamsa Hamida ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-8032250276818190722?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/8032250276818190722/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=8032250276818190722&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/8032250276818190722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/8032250276818190722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/09/gomawoyo.html' title='Gomawoyo'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-5943557150207813974</id><published>2011-09-22T06:35:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T06:50:12.185+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scheisse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap'/><title type='text'>Idiot</title><content type='html'>People are getting so desperate these days. We are all not going to die in 2012 so people, you do not have to do all the unthinkable stuff. It's not something to be proud of either. Can't you guys just live like normal, and whatever you wanna do just do, and it's definitely a sin if it involves other people, and that includes harassing, disturbing and interferring people's lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always a border and limitations set by every individual and I am no different. If you have decided to be a freak or some spooky insane moron, please go ahead, and do not disturb me. Idiot, 2-3am is when people are asleep and I despise taking up calls at that kind of hour. Even if I am not asleep, I dislike it to the core. If you are looking for something extra, may I suggest you to go to any illegal massage parlour where you can get a 2 in1 service. All you have to do is to pay a little extra and if you do not have the cash, then just sell your ass off to get those. I'm not gonna stop you nor am I gonna comment anything about it because, remember, I do not know who the hell are you. I do not bother whether you exist, or you don't, dead or alive, it has nothing to do with me, but now it does if you keep on disturbing me. I do not wish to know who the devil you really are either as I have absolute no interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do not have a life, then I wish you all the best because I have one. You do not have to spoil the life that I have now. I admit that I am having the time of my life now and you do not even exist in that circle. So, please refrain yourself from doing ass stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have hung up on you countless times, please search for another number, to hunt for another potential victim, someone who at least give a respond to you, a possitive one. Yours truly here, is not interested, thank you for your time, good bye and never hear from you again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-5943557150207813974?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/5943557150207813974/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=5943557150207813974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/5943557150207813974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/5943557150207813974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/09/idiot.html' title='Idiot'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-4686206422164150655</id><published>2011-09-20T18:33:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T18:51:11.693+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wetter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Europe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips n Vacation'/><title type='text'>Turkey Trip Day 4</title><content type='html'>Day 4, we spent almost the whole day in the bus travelling. I sat til my ass went flat, like literally. Great view, cold weather and comfortable bus. It's really all about looking out from the window. We stopped every now and then with the superbly skillful driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-umPuCFjLYBw/TnjA0Y580XI/AAAAAAAAEg8/z6gJpQRuuFA/s1600/Turkey3-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-umPuCFjLYBw/TnjA0Y580XI/AAAAAAAAEg8/z6gJpQRuuFA/s400/Turkey3-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654481338434900338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I saw my friends there ... ducks. haha. We stopped there to snapped some pictures which was located very nearby to the hotel we stayed in the night before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ruza_0bSkMU/TnjA02AZnlI/AAAAAAAAEhU/r0YTQOmyhJU/s1600/Turkey3-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ruza_0bSkMU/TnjA02AZnlI/AAAAAAAAEhU/r0YTQOmyhJU/s400/Turkey3-04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654481346246581842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See it's all white ... like really white so can you imagine how cold it was then? Freezing, even in the bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fNFXPYJ_DuU/TnjA0pqFk_I/AAAAAAAAEhE/4BPF7o6R6F4/s1600/Turkey3-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fNFXPYJ_DuU/TnjA0pqFk_I/AAAAAAAAEhE/4BPF7o6R6F4/s400/Turkey3-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654481342931768306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A weather like that is best to get a hot drink. They are famous for their apple drink, it comes hot ...since that I don't take any hot drinks back home, this is a really good opportunity to have one. It feels like heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J42OnOHZbi4/TnjA0urwnsI/AAAAAAAAEhM/GVN2I4yszIY/s1600/Turkey3-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J42OnOHZbi4/TnjA0urwnsI/AAAAAAAAEhM/GVN2I4yszIY/s400/Turkey3-03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654481344280960706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's visiting time ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WpK4HA4obVk/TnjA1J-hZvI/AAAAAAAAEhc/yti05QqOZyQ/s1600/Turkey3-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WpK4HA4obVk/TnjA1J-hZvI/AAAAAAAAEhc/yti05QqOZyQ/s400/Turkey3-05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654481351607412466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahh look at the snow .. so cozy .... falling down onto the ground...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-4686206422164150655?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/4686206422164150655/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=4686206422164150655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/4686206422164150655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/4686206422164150655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/09/turkey-trip-day-4.html' title='Turkey Trip Day 4'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-umPuCFjLYBw/TnjA0Y580XI/AAAAAAAAEg8/z6gJpQRuuFA/s72-c/Turkey3-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-4680608116648249843</id><published>2011-09-18T19:16:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T19:33:49.846+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='danke viel mal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health n wellness'/><title type='text'>A year passed</title><content type='html'>Just a blink of an eye, more than a year had passed by, ever since I got an attack that made me suffered from a so-called incurable disease. I used to have a normal leg, without any disease, that I can wear shorts freely without a need to worry that my legs will look fugly or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 2010 onwards, I could not even bear to take a look at my own legs anymore. I felt so disabled and fugly. I tried various and numerous methods, each possible ways that at least can make it look least visible than it already was. The only thing I could ask for back then was just to make it a little milder and subtle, that's the most I could even ask. Even that, nothing succeeded. It did not even get a little better, in fact it got worst when I applied the doctor's cream. I don't know how many cream I tried on, applied on, and until at one point, I got so sick of all these cream application I gave up, I literally gave up. I stopped wearing short pants, and bare in mind, not even mid-length shorts. I did not leave my house without a long pants for God knows how long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amount of creams I bought was so many that I can open a mini pharmacy. I did not want to give myself anymore hope that it will be back to normal. I gave my last try, a skin specialist. He did not help much either. He just told me to be patient and that I should be fortunate to even sitting in front of him alive. He said it really depends, it takes from a few months up to years. My heart dropped but at the same time, perhaps I should be glad that at least there's a hope even though it takes a few years. That was at the end of last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back of those legs ... I feel so happy .. like beyond happiness now that my leg might not be back to how it was ... but it's not visible enough for people to notice if I don't point that out. I put my lotion every single day for consecutive few months, tried putting even mask on it before. All those effort and hard work paid off tremendously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2010/09/distorted-legs.html"&gt;My distorted legs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg ... It's a year I should celebrate Thanksgiving Day. This time, really, thank God. It was a traumatic year really. The nights that I kept dreaming of my normal legs were uncountable. At least now, it's more than what I could ever imagined one year ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-4680608116648249843?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/4680608116648249843/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=4680608116648249843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/4680608116648249843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/4680608116648249843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/09/year-passed.html' title='A year passed'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-711209260074737722</id><published>2011-09-17T22:11:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T22:25:00.736+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='c&apos;est la vie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scheisse'/><title type='text'>Stop it already</title><content type='html'>Lately, someone is getting desperate, I see. I really do not know what the heck is wrong with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you wanna be desperate due to the fact that you have all broken up with your ex-gf, it really has got nothing to do with us. Please keep that to yourself and get desperate elsewhere, somewhere people don't know you. No matter how well and good were we in the past, you know, that's only the past. We have all moved on and that none of us are interested in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please ... all of us know about your past and that you should just stay as friends and nothing else. Do not tarnish your own image further because it's already really bad now. I have been hearing a lot of stories of late. I do not wanna hear it anymore. Just stay where you are and everything's gonna be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even more so, I do not wanna have anything to do with you because of your pitiful past. It's a past I know, that is why I should just leave it as it is and should not interfere each other's lives. I really hope that you do not try your luck around us because it will never succeed. Never. The world is small you know, it happens when you least expect it. Words are poisonous so ensure that whatever you  do is something that you can tell people, not the other way round. Unfortunately, whatever you did in the past is not something people can proudly admit it just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your name is literally gone now. Just be friends, that's my sincere advise. Do not try to push it further than what you can take. It's a bad name already, why do you wanna go in deeper, the scar is there all along. We don't say it upfront does not mean that we don't know anything. We do more than what you can guess. We have our own private lives and we prefer to keep it that way, so why bother asking about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see that you are trying real hard huh ... trying your every luck to any singles out there. Are you really out of your mind? Please do not, it's really enough, just stop all these already, it's not funny anymore. I do not wanna have that day come when I meet you on the streets, or that we meet up, I begin to feel disgusted the moment I have my first glance at you after so many years. I do not want that to happen. So, please just stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-711209260074737722?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/711209260074737722/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=711209260074737722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/711209260074737722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/711209260074737722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/09/stop-it-already.html' title='Stop it already'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-5586142841487222527</id><published>2011-09-13T17:51:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T18:08:20.744+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arbeit o Internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News n Issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='c&apos;est la vie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scheisse'/><title type='text'>Idiotic Moron</title><content type='html'>It's really very difficult to live and survive these days. So many girls had suffered silently. Some live in trauma for many years and some scars stayed for a long long time and some never left them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you work with someone, of course you would have at least a certain extent of trust and respect there and being in a corporate world, everyone expect the others to act professionally whether you are an employer or an employee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel disgusted with this dude here, who is a non-Malaysian citizen. He harassed an employee. When people had put their respect on you, I do not know for what idiotic reason, he has to tarnish everything by doing such unruly act. Whatever he has done is so uncalled for and unforgivable. She did not tempt him, she did not ask nor she deserves it. Morons like him deserve to rot in hell. If he thinks that money can settle everything, think again, not all girls are like that, not all girls from that country are like that. Rich doesn't mean everything. Money can't buy everything. I'm sorry, idiot. It's so obvious that your money means nothing. Being rich doesn't give you any freaking right to act whichever and however way you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are rich and you want to act in such a way, there's always the red light district to go to. There's a reason why such places existed, to cater for a barbarian like you. For what he had done, he had left the poor girl so traumatized. Go back to where you belong, loser, you are definitely not invited here. This is not your country., not your place. Hence, you better behave and ensure that your behaviour in public is constantly keep in check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter who you are, even the king of the world, does not have any bloody rights to act in that uncivilized and uncultured way to any single girl on this Earth. Karma will find its way to you someday, a zillion times worse than this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-5586142841487222527?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/5586142841487222527/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=5586142841487222527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/5586142841487222527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/5586142841487222527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/09/idiotic-moron.html' title='Idiotic Moron'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-3506345756130211023</id><published>2011-09-07T19:15:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T19:39:52.250+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Europe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips n Vacation'/><title type='text'>Turkey Trip Day 3</title><content type='html'>This is on Day 3. There's a lot of travelling to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J3n_3medx_g/TmenEPpy5FI/AAAAAAAAEgQ/b1TxXxtu7SY/s1600/Turkey2-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J3n_3medx_g/TmenEPpy5FI/AAAAAAAAEgQ/b1TxXxtu7SY/s400/Turkey2-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649667948922725458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It starts off with shopping, leather shopping to be precise. It's all leather goods in there where it's presented by their local models there, nothing too grand and spectacular, but the leather ... hmm ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yz8Zz3UEl5k/TmenEeiIC1I/AAAAAAAAEgY/P8C42DcXB1M/s1600/Turkey2-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yz8Zz3UEl5k/TmenEeiIC1I/AAAAAAAAEgY/P8C42DcXB1M/s400/Turkey2-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649667952917089106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is then followed by the popular Virgin House of Mary. It is believed she is the mother of Jesus. No pictures are allowed because it's a sacred place. It is also believed that she had spent her last days in the vicinity of Ephesus and had died there. This place had maintained its holiness for both the Moslems and the Christians. All these white paper is actually wishes from tourists and visitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a-Q2cmt_Mg8/TmenEfyiqII/AAAAAAAAEgg/_fKUNy1T9qY/s1600/Turkey2-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a-Q2cmt_Mg8/TmenEfyiqII/AAAAAAAAEgg/_fKUNy1T9qY/s400/Turkey2-03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649667953254377602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now here comes Ephesus where there are too many history in it, with so many eras and ages, influence from people all around the world. However, Ephesus was founded by the Athens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qsObZZDPAhc/TmenEnnPrII/AAAAAAAAEgo/E2m1jpXOzaM/s1600/Turkey2-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qsObZZDPAhc/TmenEnnPrII/AAAAAAAAEgo/E2m1jpXOzaM/s400/Turkey2-04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649667955354479746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This theatre holds a capacity of 25,000 people. Imagine that, oh my gawd ...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J3n_3medx_g/TmenEPpy5FI/AAAAAAAAEgQ/b1TxXxtu7SY/s1600/Turkey2-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SVj3srKTOhk/TmenEjYCthI/AAAAAAAAEgw/xEA8T20f6kQ/s1600/Turkey2-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SVj3srKTOhk/TmenEjYCthI/AAAAAAAAEgw/xEA8T20f6kQ/s400/Turkey2-05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649667954216973842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After so much of walking that day, we ended the day with a hot spring at the river located in Pamukkale, which means cotton castle in Turkish. The city contains hot springs and travertines, terraces of carbonate minerals left by the flowing water. The climate in that part of Turkey has been relatively temperate throughout the year. No shoes are allowed. It is really cold once you step on it but the moment you put in the hot spring, it's really good and refreshing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-3506345756130211023?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/3506345756130211023/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=3506345756130211023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/3506345756130211023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/3506345756130211023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/09/turkey-trip-day-3.html' title='Turkey Trip Day 3'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J3n_3medx_g/TmenEPpy5FI/AAAAAAAAEgQ/b1TxXxtu7SY/s72-c/Turkey2-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-5527966035660264204</id><published>2011-09-05T18:06:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T18:21:23.008+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='c&apos;est la vie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scheisse'/><title type='text'>Insecure Princess</title><content type='html'>I don't know, should I pity you? Should I have sympathy on you for acting like this all these years? Should I or should I not, it does not matter anymore. Everyone had moved on in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pity you for not having any confidence, for being so insecure all the time. If you were like 5-10 years younger, maybe I understand why. Now, at this age, you are still feeling that way, what can I say? You have changed someone who used to be so talkative to someone who hardly talks, you disallow him to act in that way just because you don't like it. How selfish you can be. You are afraid he goes for prettier girls, and definitely I can assure you that you are not the prettiest in this world. Even Ms Universe is not the prettiest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't blame you, because of your nature, I don't blame him for being like that too. I blame nobody because you chose this path. Just becareful that history might repeat itself. It's ironic you know. If you think that those who are being controlled will be so obedient all the time, listen to your princess disease' command and demand, maybe you might wanna think over it again. It is these people that once there's an opportunity arise, they will take it. Initially, I thought it's those who got all the freedom they have that end up doing stuff like that. Unfortunately, after I have opened my eyes, this is not the case. It's exactly like how children are brought up. The more grounded they are, the more they wanna go out and once they are able to go out, they go berserk and wild, while those who are given all the freedom, they feel nothing, so they don't see a point of going all wild. Well, not all cases of course, but that's what I have seen so far, and please do not include exceptional cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But again, if that's your nature, nothing can change that, right? You insecure selfish princess. Well then, good luck and all the best, yo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-5527966035660264204?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/5527966035660264204/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=5527966035660264204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/5527966035660264204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/5527966035660264204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/09/insecure-princess.html' title='Insecure Princess'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-5584513214632330052</id><published>2011-09-01T19:32:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T19:48:30.370+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scheisse'/><title type='text'>Apologize?</title><content type='html'>You know something is wrong when excuses after excuses had been made, reasons after reasons and keep on counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no reason for you to lie, there's no reason for you to hide the truth. Just be truthful and everything is gonna be okay. The worst ever apology you can tell is that you're busy with work til 3-4am every single day. Each time you tell that you're busy with work til you forget the time. What's so difficult to just tell the truth? It isn't. Really. Do you think that you can get away with it forever? It will not happen. Each time you tell a different excuse, like yeah family issues work the best, right? I know, we have heard and seen countless of these live dramas. So yeah, it does work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each apology you do, the effectiveness just get more and more useless til one day it feels like you're just singing a boring song, a song that people do not wanna listen and it gets so annoying, such as a Justin Bieber's song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how busy a person is, it's not right for you to make an appointment and just gone with the wind. Emergencies happen, but each time? It's bloody ridiculous if you ask me. It's either that or you are a problem magnet that problems just go to you each and every time, plus you must have a major face problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologizing one after another does not make sense at all, so why bother apologizing after that? It makes no difference whether you do or you don't. Do you think it takes effect? Absolutely not. Are you really that ignorant or plain stupid? Yes, stupid. If you think that the other party can't sense and see all these, perhaps you're just blind. The other party had been telling the issues that arise and you pretend nothing had happened. Damn, I'm amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion, you are stupid, deaf and blind? A perfect combination I must say. Chukhahae ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-5584513214632330052?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/5584513214632330052/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=5584513214632330052&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/5584513214632330052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/5584513214632330052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/09/apologize.html' title='Apologize?'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-742280365387458782</id><published>2011-08-29T19:46:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T20:26:00.757+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scheisse'/><title type='text'>It's My Business</title><content type='html'>We live in a city where people don't bother about neighbours anymore unlike those who live in the rural areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why do people wanna stick their nose into someone else' business? It's absolutely nothing to do with them, so why butt in? There are so many more things to do in this world like taking care of husband, concentrate on your job, planning for your kids, be a good daughter-in-law, you know there are tons of them, and it's a never-ending thingy ... but of all things, why bother bout people's private lives, what they do, who they choose, who they like, why this why that, every single stuff they do, these bunch of people sure has a say in every little thing, which is so damn annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard of the word "mind your own bloody business". Well, if you have not, please learn these 5 words carefully and understand it thoroughly. If your past time is just to gossip and bitch, as like those typical you-know-what, then I guess you better stop that or else something will happen, just sooner or later. If you think that those around you will not burst and screw you, you better think again. Do not challenge and test because the unexpected might take place then. By then, nobody can help you. FYI, pregnant doesn't mean you are the queen of the universe, that whatever you do, people gotta tolerate your god damn attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-742280365387458782?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/742280365387458782/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=742280365387458782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/742280365387458782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/742280365387458782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-my-business.html' title='It&apos;s My Business'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-5218756009431548786</id><published>2011-08-28T19:30:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T19:40:24.673+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Europe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips n Vacation'/><title type='text'>Turkey Trip Day 2</title><content type='html'>It was during Chinese New Year I went to Turkey this year. Ahh .. ^^ After so many years working on this day, I have finally got a chance to really have a Chinese New Year holidays haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-shKRhel5lwU/Tlp7ouChw9I/AAAAAAAAEfo/dQseyVeIQbk/s1600/Turkey1-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-shKRhel5lwU/Tlp7ouChw9I/AAAAAAAAEfo/dQseyVeIQbk/s400/Turkey1-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645961022345954258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zYj9XdFFWoY/Tlp7pDFzxSI/AAAAAAAAEfw/LzlMm21Hrt4/s1600/Turkey1-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zYj9XdFFWoY/Tlp7pDFzxSI/AAAAAAAAEfw/LzlMm21Hrt4/s400/Turkey1-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645961027996861730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Remember the movie Troy? This was where they did it. Before we arrived at the place, we were told not to expect too much from it. I didn't watch the movie, so it's all good. This place is known as the center of civilization&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PTPjInOUiMI/Tlp7pcuSBaI/AAAAAAAAEf4/48mZKM6Cj1Q/s1600/Turkey1-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PTPjInOUiMI/Tlp7pcuSBaI/AAAAAAAAEf4/48mZKM6Cj1Q/s400/Turkey1-03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645961034877502882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next destination ... Bergama. The scenery is just so breath-taking. This theater is the steepest theater in the world having a capacity of 9,000 people. Today, this town is famous for its gold, cotton and carpet production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UOFbgvoGKyc/Tlp7piXgcQI/AAAAAAAAEgA/0y0jAQgMgrI/s1600/Turkey1-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UOFbgvoGKyc/Tlp7piXgcQI/AAAAAAAAEgA/0y0jAQgMgrI/s400/Turkey1-04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645961036392591618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's the cable car we need to ride to go up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MpFhc-0lIbs/Tlp7pnWYP-I/AAAAAAAAEgI/bI4pG77yHl4/s1600/Turkey1-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MpFhc-0lIbs/Tlp7pnWYP-I/AAAAAAAAEgI/bI4pG77yHl4/s400/Turkey1-05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645961037730037730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dinner ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I do not have the pictures for Day 1 ... hence, I skipped to Day 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-5218756009431548786?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/5218756009431548786/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=5218756009431548786&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/5218756009431548786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/5218756009431548786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/08/turkey-trip-day-2.html' title='Turkey Trip Day 2'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-shKRhel5lwU/Tlp7ouChw9I/AAAAAAAAEfo/dQseyVeIQbk/s72-c/Turkey1-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-2790157130258358021</id><published>2011-08-18T16:14:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T16:30:10.202+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events n happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schule'/><title type='text'>Wedding</title><content type='html'>Weddings are like so common these days ever since few years back. When it starts hitting on your circle of friends, things start to get real. Mine hasn't really hit in my close circle ... yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to wedding, I am very particular to whose wedding I go to. If I am not close with you, it is 101% confirm I will not attend even though there's someone paying it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few months from now, there will be a wedding held nearby to my place and it's actually an ex-classmate of mine. Not someone I was close to and still not close. Throughout the 10 years we know each other, I don't think there were even 10 sentences exchanged. People are trying to convince me as to why not if a friend is bringing me. I don't have to pay a single cent yada yada. People, it's not about the money. It's about the person getting married. As I have said, I am very particular. It's not just oh I know you, I know who are going, it's a good opportunity for an unofficial gathering. Problem is, it's not for me. I do mind whose wedding it is. I only go to weddings that I am personally invited to, and the relationship I have with that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a clear cut why she wanted to invite me initially. We hardly talk, we barely talk. Even people that she hardly talk throughout the years got invited. If we often hang out, it's a totally different story. Issue now is, we don't. Some told me, it's okay she has no time for me. That's not my issue now, it is about that person!! Aish! I know that I can drink there, but you know, I don't have to be so desperate to be going to people's wedding whom I barely know to drink! Omg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please get my point, I only go to a close friend's wedding, nothing more, nothing less. Okay, please, and thank you for your kind understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-2790157130258358021?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/2790157130258358021/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=2790157130258358021&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/2790157130258358021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/2790157130258358021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/08/wedding.html' title='Wedding'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-1504754599353227727</id><published>2011-08-18T08:59:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T15:07:34.473+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trinken oder Getränke'/><title type='text'>Testing</title><content type='html'> &lt;p class="bloggerplus_text_section" align="left"&gt;Hello testing here with the Iphone apps. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy hour in overtime 5-7pm buy 1 free 1 starker beer ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="bloggerplus_image_section"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="bloggerplus_image_section" align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-wu1xKkLhK5c/Tky63BBo68I/AAAAAAAAEfg/mzJ1eCxS6IU/bloggerPlus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="bloggerplus_image_section"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="bloggerplus_image_section" align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-m1RJ5Hnja7c/Tky6zwjQDeI/AAAAAAAAEfc/sKdFUDhIAwE/bloggerPlus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-1504754599353227727?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/1504754599353227727/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=1504754599353227727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/1504754599353227727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/1504754599353227727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/08/testing.html' title='Testing'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-wu1xKkLhK5c/Tky63BBo68I/AAAAAAAAEfg/mzJ1eCxS6IU/s72-c/bloggerPlus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-6209701378082080846</id><published>2011-08-02T17:48:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T18:04:07.843+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geburstag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, 25th Sept, 2010</title><content type='html'>This happened almost a year ago on Sep 25th .... hohoho ...  my birthday ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's shocking I know but last year was the only year in so many years I did not celebrate my birthday in a club, or that that involves alcohol. It's something more laid back, more chilled out. Just the thought of drinking now actually scares me a bit. If it's normal drinking is totally fine, not when it's your birthday, it's best to not step into anywhere that serves alcohol. You don't wanna be spending your birthday hugging the toilet bowl, right? I know it's sometimes good to strengthen your bond with the toilet, but not on your birthday okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VKHsjXkRv1Q/Tjgdax6tN8I/AAAAAAAAEe0/bvZAzICUiuI/s1600/bday-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VKHsjXkRv1Q/Tjgdax6tN8I/AAAAAAAAEe0/bvZAzICUiuI/s400/bday-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636287279567550402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Szb ... unbelievable ... 12 years .... as for 2010. One decade, bingo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w6zGN9VXcKI/TjgdbARM4GI/AAAAAAAAEe8/j1SvBbP2GWo/s1600/bday-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w6zGN9VXcKI/TjgdbARM4GI/AAAAAAAAEe8/j1SvBbP2GWo/s400/bday-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636287283419996258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4 years ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EzS4thz9jr0/TjgdbDEP5II/AAAAAAAAEfE/J5zRQeHbJ9w/s1600/bday-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EzS4thz9jr0/TjgdbDEP5II/AAAAAAAAEfE/J5zRQeHbJ9w/s400/bday-03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636287284170974338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the best pic from that night hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rSm9t4-Vxd8/TjgdbpwbU0I/AAAAAAAAEfU/Kgb0N5srbdU/s1600/bday-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rSm9t4-Vxd8/TjgdbpwbU0I/AAAAAAAAEfU/Kgb0N5srbdU/s400/bday-05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636287294556820290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you feel you're dark and tanned, just stand beside him ... and you will instantly feel fair hahaa .... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PBxnuff87xw/Tjgdbd0nMvI/AAAAAAAAEfM/QOyYFf09zJ4/s1600/bday-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PBxnuff87xw/Tjgdbd0nMvI/AAAAAAAAEfM/QOyYFf09zJ4/s400/bday-04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636287291353150194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The us there .... *like*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My peaceful birthday in so many years .... went to bed in a super sober mode. Wow, I was actually impressed myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-6209701378082080846?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/6209701378082080846/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=6209701378082080846&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/6209701378082080846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/6209701378082080846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-birthday-25th-sept-2010.html' title='Happy Birthday, 25th Sept, 2010'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VKHsjXkRv1Q/Tjgdax6tN8I/AAAAAAAAEe0/bvZAzICUiuI/s72-c/bday-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-1229445804508646004</id><published>2011-08-01T15:58:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T16:08:04.048+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='c&apos;est la vie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scheisse'/><title type='text'>It's not my cup</title><content type='html'>It's getting on my nerves these days. The fact that you pretended, and instead you say that I am pretending. Whatever happens, happens and I did admit in right at your face, didn't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You changed your statement in just a day, from black to white, from negative to positive, what a transformation I must say. It's so obvious that it's really about you and him, but, why are you diverting it to somebody else? You love the attention we all know that, and it so happens that whatever it is now, it reminds me of the Monk, the attention whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you drama queens just leave me in peace? Just mind your own business and don't step into my territory because unlike you, I dislike attention. I really dislike it, so please, if you wanna be dramatic, please do it aside and not involve others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you tell me nothing is happening, do you think am blind? I'm not forcing you to do anything you dislike, but why are you denying it all the way when it's so obvious what's happening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love people talking about you, you love getting teased, but please do understand too that not everyone loves that, for instance, me. If you do not have the intention and all, why are you even accepting all the offers? If you do not want it, why are you always all about him? You tell me nothing, yet your actions proved otherwise. But, really what you do is really has got nothing to do with me. But, something I cannot accept is that, you have your own issue which is yet to be settled, yet you come wanting to know bout my stuff, with the reason of being concern, and at the same time you accuse me of being pretentious here. Furthermore, you assumed. I despise. Thank You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-1229445804508646004?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/1229445804508646004/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=1229445804508646004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/1229445804508646004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/1229445804508646004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-not-my-cup.html' title='It&apos;s not my cup'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-7291463559558558938</id><published>2011-07-31T11:25:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T11:34:04.650+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Auf wiedersehen und Grüezi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arbeit o Internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scheisse'/><title type='text'>All about you</title><content type='html'>Everything is so uncertain now, practically everything. I wonder how much longer can I withstand that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was initially reluctant to be where I am now. Since that I have already adapted to what it is now, I am reluctant to go back to Square 1. In comparison, I rather sacrifice my 10 minutes of sleep to where I am than to leave later and back to Square One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's usually about the people, not so much about the other things. There are so many people who had complained to me, there must be something really wrong, right? If one person, two, three the most they might be wrong, but if there are more than that, it's time to reflect on oneself. Unfortunately, that will never happen and that the blame game can only be at others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not just gonna accept everything that is thrown at me, and I am for real. Handle me with care or I will do the same. If I do the same, what do you think will happen? *grin* It just means, Merry Christmas!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-7291463559558558938?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/7291463559558558938/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=7291463559558558938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/7291463559558558938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/7291463559558558938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/07/all-about-you.html' title='All about you'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-6736752793276779284</id><published>2011-07-12T19:23:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T19:40:18.646+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arbeit o Internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='origins n history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='c&apos;est la vie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scheisse'/><title type='text'>Stop Complaining</title><content type='html'>Complaining about stuff is a very common thing here. People love to complain, just about everything and anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, they don't realize it may get out of hand from the receiver's point of view. Imagine if a person comes to you complain all the time, all the freaking time you meet or however you keep in contact with, don't you feel so discouraged? I know I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I believe is to surround yourself with more positive people. If you surround yourself with negative people, who knows to only complain and nothing else, you're not going anywhere, and eventually you will be one of them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay and it's understandable if you wanna complain about a certain issue at times. I know life is not as beautiful as how people put as, it sucks at times, but to complain about the same issue over and over again, to the same people, isn't it just too much to take? Or maybe they complain to everyone they meet? I don't know. I don't wanna be one of you who only love to complain and nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they don't understand that you have your own problems and issues too, it's not only them. So, why do they make it sound like they are the only one facing difficulties and unhappiness? If you are so unhappy with your current state, do something about it and not just complain. Must I tell you what to do at this age, no right? It's either you stay where you are and stop complaining since it's your so-called comfort zone, or you leave. Simple, you don't like Option 1, you take Option 2. It's either, or. It's choices and decisions. It's what everyone goes through. You don't like to make decisions then stay there and shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that talk is cheap. That is why even for myself, I am doing something about it. I am unhappy with things are at the moment, but it doesn't mean I have to complain everytime. I have stopped all that, except maybe a very exceptional case. Surround yourself with more positive and happier people and you will be good too. I am not sitting around doing nothing either. I believe if you put the effort to do something, then you have more rights to complain haha. At least you did something and not wait for things to change overnight in your sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-6736752793276779284?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/6736752793276779284/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=6736752793276779284&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/6736752793276779284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/6736752793276779284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/07/stop-complaining.html' title='Stop Complaining'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-4448081721998564996</id><published>2011-07-12T19:12:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T19:20:22.750+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='c&apos;est la vie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scheisse'/><title type='text'>History</title><content type='html'>It seems that history is repeating itself, with different people involved, over similar reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell you the truth too, I am not being difficult whatsoever. You don't pass stupid remarks, say things you shouldn't say, and do things that is what I would say people who have common sense wouldn't think such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's simple and easy, and straight forward. Nobody in the world would have thought so, but I guess you did. You can say a thousand and one things when it wasn't you and now, you wanna give thousand and one reasons why so aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not asking you to please me each and everytime. But, I guess, you must have displeased me at the very wrong time. Spot on babeh. Give me a break, won't you? Please avoid appearing defensive because it doesn't work. Please don't tell me I should think at a certain way either because that's irritating. It's my own thoughts that counts and you can't influence it no matter what you say. You got it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-4448081721998564996?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/4448081721998564996/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=4448081721998564996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/4448081721998564996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/4448081721998564996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/07/history.html' title='History'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-7822074234528274750</id><published>2011-07-06T19:16:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T19:27:34.714+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Korean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video n Drama'/><title type='text'>Beast - 비가 오는 날엔 The day the rain comes</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JpcQxi71bp8" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENG TRANS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[DJ] When the world turns dark&lt;br /&gt;And the rain quietly falls&lt;br /&gt;Everything is still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[KK] Even today, without a doubt&lt;br /&gt;I can't get out of it&lt;br /&gt;I can't get out from the thoughts of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[YS] Now&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's the end&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's all just foolishness&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that it's not true&lt;br /&gt;[HS] I am just disappointed in myself for&lt;br /&gt;Not being able to get a hold of you because of that pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[YS] On the rainy days you come and find me&lt;br /&gt;Torturing me through the night&lt;br /&gt;When the rain starts to stop, you follow&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, little by little, you will stop as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[JH] I must be drunk, I think I need to stop drinking&lt;br /&gt;Since the rain is falling, I think I might fall as well&lt;br /&gt;Well this doesn't mean that I miss you, no it doesn't mean that&lt;br /&gt;It just means that the time we had together was a bit sharp&lt;br /&gt;When it's the type of day that you really liked&lt;br /&gt;I keep opening the raw memories of you&lt;br /&gt;Making the excuse that it's all memories, I take a step forward&lt;br /&gt;I don't even make the effort to escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[DW] Now&lt;br /&gt;I erased all of you&lt;br /&gt;I emptied out all of you&lt;br /&gt;But when the rain falls again&lt;br /&gt;[KK] All the memories of you I hid with effort&lt;br /&gt;It all comes back, it must be looking for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[YS] On the rainy days you come and find me&lt;br /&gt;Torturing me through the night&lt;br /&gt;When the rain starts to stop, you follow&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, little by little, you will stop as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(To you) [HS] Now there is no path for me to return&lt;br /&gt;But looking at your happy face&lt;br /&gt;[DW] I will still try to laugh since I was the one&lt;br /&gt;Without the strength to stop you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[YS] On the rainy days you come and find me&lt;br /&gt;Torturing me through the night&lt;br /&gt;When the rain starts to stop, you follow&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, little by little, you will stop as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[JH] What can I do about something that already ended?&lt;br /&gt;I'm just regretting after like the stupid fool I am&lt;br /&gt;Rain always falls so it will repeat again&lt;br /&gt;When it stops, that's when I will stop as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[JH] Rain always falls so it will repeat again&lt;br /&gt;When it stops, that's when I will stop as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH such a beautiful song~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-7822074234528274750?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/7822074234528274750/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=7822074234528274750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/7822074234528274750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/7822074234528274750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/07/beast-day-rain-comes.html' title='Beast - 비가 오는 날엔 The day the rain comes'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/JpcQxi71bp8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-4621846562728212583</id><published>2011-07-03T18:52:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T19:09:46.358+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips n Vacation'/><title type='text'>Krabi Trip 6</title><content type='html'>This is the last entry from a one-year-ago trip- Krabi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LtB1dKPc-k0/ThCfVC91FWI/AAAAAAAAEd0/zV9x5GLiE40/s1600/krabi06-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LtB1dKPc-k0/ThCfVC91FWI/AAAAAAAAEd0/zV9x5GLiE40/s400/krabi06-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625171118508021090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As we were walking back to our place, we saw this place. Guess what we saw? It's such a heavenly place. From outside, you can see all alcohol stacked up. Bottles of alcohol. Man, can we have it here? I know I am dreaming, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PJrZLtf83Kc/ThCfVYGjXUI/AAAAAAAAEd8/rLW3WXCHv6Q/s1600/krabi06-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PJrZLtf83Kc/ThCfVYGjXUI/AAAAAAAAEd8/rLW3WXCHv6Q/s400/krabi06-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625171124181753154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh yeah, this is good, food. Malaysians love junk food. It's perfect to go along with alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YaTiAZeD5Mo/ThCfVeUqbgI/AAAAAAAAEeE/PXICV2_2Lbo/s1600/krabi06-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YaTiAZeD5Mo/ThCfVeUqbgI/AAAAAAAAEeE/PXICV2_2Lbo/s400/krabi06-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625171125851549186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before we departed, we stopped by at this place, Swensen's. Hey, they have it there too and it's just so cute, it was around the World Cup then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kuEIoXkNUBM/ThCfVh2X9TI/AAAAAAAAEeM/0QGJZ4oK2h0/s1600/krabi06-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kuEIoXkNUBM/ThCfVh2X9TI/AAAAAAAAEeM/0QGJZ4oK2h0/s400/krabi06-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625171126798251314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's time to go home, home sweet home, I love my bed.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LtB1dKPc-k0/ThCfVC91FWI/AAAAAAAAEd0/zV9x5GLiE40/s1600/krabi06-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kWzHBgfqwP0/ThCfV4XhZUI/AAAAAAAAEeU/J_UOHXSYCko/s1600/krabi06-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kWzHBgfqwP0/ThCfV4XhZUI/AAAAAAAAEeU/J_UOHXSYCko/s400/krabi06-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625171132842861890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahh very memorable trip because I met my stupid damn enemy there - jelly fish. Dang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are not looking for anything specific, just wanna relax and have fun I guess it's okay. But, don't expect anything from there. The water is just pretty average, not exactly clean. Perhaps, I went to a wrong beach I don't know. During the night, there are night clubs and all, but I did not go. I just heard the sound, and other than that, there's nothing much to do there. Shopping wise is not really a good idea to do it there too. So, just don't expect anything, just go and relax is good enough. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-4621846562728212583?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/4621846562728212583/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=4621846562728212583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/4621846562728212583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/4621846562728212583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/07/krabi-trip-6.html' title='Krabi Trip 6'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LtB1dKPc-k0/ThCfVC91FWI/AAAAAAAAEd0/zV9x5GLiE40/s72-c/krabi06-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-925713908577334892</id><published>2011-06-25T18:41:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T18:55:14.157+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='origins n history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='c&apos;est la vie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scheisse'/><title type='text'>Change of Mind</title><content type='html'>These days, I have been changing my own thoughts about some stuff and some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that, since that there were a few times that I have had my appointments been called off for any other reasons and excuses, I take it no more. Since that I can't change how people act, I shall change how I should respond to their empty promises. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I hate the most, people ask you out, and at the very last minute they cancel it. I believe emergencies do not always happen, and if it happens so frequently, then I guess, there must be something wrong with you. It's so frequent, that I'm tired of listening to all the explanations. Well, even if you can't make it, it doesn't take very long to inform the other party that you can't make it. Have some courtesy to do so, if you don't, it doesn't make you a nice friend at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering the past bitter experiences having FFK-ed, I have changed how I respond these days. I am no longer bothered if you can't make it anymore. It's totally okay if you wanna FFK because I have literally zero expectations from you already. It might be good news at first, but it actually isn't from your side because it means, slowly and gradually, we are definitely drifting very far apart, without you realizing that. I don't feel bad anymore, and I absolutely has no more feelings when it comes to stuff like that. I let it slip and go that I no longer get frustrated and irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I call you or text you and there's no reply, I assume it's off. It really came to that extent now. I no longer try to get hold on you. I will call and text just once, and if there's no answer, that's it. It's understood. I can't believe it came to this level, so... well, all the best yo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-925713908577334892?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/925713908577334892/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=925713908577334892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/925713908577334892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/925713908577334892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/06/change-of-mind.html' title='Change of Mind'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-2453416491162350252</id><published>2011-06-22T13:40:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T18:20:14.538+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips n Vacation'/><title type='text'>Krabi Trip 5</title><content type='html'>Here it goes again, maximum procrastination ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pf-IVK2dAu8/TgHWEqmN9mI/AAAAAAAAEdM/zF9mu3CHHOY/s1600/krabi05-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pf-IVK2dAu8/TgHWEqmN9mI/AAAAAAAAEdM/zF9mu3CHHOY/s400/krabi05-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621009185577498210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the cheese ham ... so yum yum ^^ haha this is when we got down from the boat, and we had been transported back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qvhl23uxt5Q/TgHWEyjg-SI/AAAAAAAAEdU/opnBq8ePFUA/s1600/krabi05-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qvhl23uxt5Q/TgHWEyjg-SI/AAAAAAAAEdU/opnBq8ePFUA/s400/krabi05-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621009187713644834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The super small swimming pool. I think it's only to dip yourself in there after a tan haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M07iLH-ZzC4/TgHWFi4_zJI/AAAAAAAAEdk/fsEYN7RWSJs/s1600/krabi05-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M07iLH-ZzC4/TgHWFi4_zJI/AAAAAAAAEdk/fsEYN7RWSJs/s400/krabi05-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621009200688647314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Honestly, it's so village-ly that I don't feel it's Krabi. I would have expected more of a city thing than what I have seen when I was there. People told me it's absolutely nothing there in Krabi, and I have not thought it was til this level til I saw it with my own eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ueuV2qFiiZw/TgHWE-2d5lI/AAAAAAAAEdc/0_-efwtI-ds/s1600/krabi05-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ueuV2qFiiZw/TgHWE-2d5lI/AAAAAAAAEdc/0_-efwtI-ds/s400/krabi05-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621009191014360658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Omg? Can this kid exchange eye lashes with me? Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cF0mTDxfmpw/TgHWFzak-wI/AAAAAAAAEds/HfF6oH_xlAs/s1600/krabi05-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cF0mTDxfmpw/TgHWFzak-wI/AAAAAAAAEds/HfF6oH_xlAs/s400/krabi05-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621009205124463362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is their so-called night market. We actually went there to get sticky mango rice, we went so far out from our place only to find out there's none. We were truly disappointed, we walked the whole place. Those riders wanted to cheat our money, and thus, three of us went back to the hotel by foot. At least we got to see a lot of stuff along the way and a great exercise! haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-2453416491162350252?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/2453416491162350252/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=2453416491162350252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/2453416491162350252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/2453416491162350252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/06/krabi-trip-5.html' title='Krabi Trip 5'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pf-IVK2dAu8/TgHWEqmN9mI/AAAAAAAAEdM/zF9mu3CHHOY/s72-c/krabi05-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-5240574173529875567</id><published>2011-06-08T19:03:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T19:14:24.199+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News n Issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blacklist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scheisse'/><title type='text'>Psycho</title><content type='html'>Hmm, what's wrong with people these days? May I, know why? =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when she was with you, you do not wanna appreciate and treasure her, instead you treat her like trash, now that she had finally left you for good with no options of turning back, you come begging her like a pathetic lame jerk. Do you think you deserve for all she had done? She definitely deserve someone way better than you, psycho. When there's someone else going after her, you want the whole world to know that she's your gf and if not, you are very much single eh? Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You caused her so much anxiety and pain in the past, do you ever think any of her friends, or family members approve of you? None, read my lips, NONE of her friends. It just means that, the problem is YOU. Even her dad had come forward to shoo you away from their compound, just get on with life, won't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you be as normal as people are? Why must you opt to be a psychotic moron? Yeah, you are always threatening to break up in the past anyways, so, now you are finally separated, I shall congratulate you, shouldn't I? Congratulations, finally you broke up! I feel so relief and happy now, especially now that I don't have to see you damn face anymore. Thank you so much for pushing her over and beyond, off the cliffs. Really, thank you ^^ I didn't know you will come to this level of insanity too, stalker. As far as people will not imagine this would happen, it definitely had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-5240574173529875567?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/5240574173529875567/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=5240574173529875567&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/5240574173529875567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/5240574173529875567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/06/psycho.html' title='Psycho'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-7995304276934573085</id><published>2011-05-23T17:38:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T17:53:10.741+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips n Vacation'/><title type='text'>Krabi Trip 4</title><content type='html'>Haha .. *random* now back to Krabi. haha. We went for islands hopping activities. I can't really recall the name of those islands we went to now. It has almost been a year now. Hmm, Aonang? Koh Gai? Well and etc etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XXWAlSu7zLI/TdqA21SnJ6I/AAAAAAAAEcg/UNG_QhIFXm4/s1600/krabi04-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XXWAlSu7zLI/TdqA21SnJ6I/AAAAAAAAEcg/UNG_QhIFXm4/s400/krabi04-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609937965349808034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we go .. with our beloved boat, row we go ... row row row your boat ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--2rBu1c9YTo/TdqA3ehmPdI/AAAAAAAAEcw/J2Z4eR9Vpvc/s1600/krabi04-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--2rBu1c9YTo/TdqA3ehmPdI/AAAAAAAAEcw/J2Z4eR9Vpvc/s400/krabi04-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609937976418516434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really hate this idiot here, no not the orange one, the one he's holding. Stupid jelly fish. I went to Krabi, it is when I found out my true enemy at all times. Thank you damn jelly fish. What a memorable holiday you gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fWB5y888oxw/TdqA36TxHMI/AAAAAAAAEc4/3KLiCNuieuM/s1600/krabi04-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fWB5y888oxw/TdqA36TxHMI/AAAAAAAAEc4/3KLiCNuieuM/s400/krabi04-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609937983876701378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's our tour guide .. haha, damn I looked so retarded :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYErnDeTVQU/TdqA4KMOn2I/AAAAAAAAEdA/UNU-6J9vSe4/s1600/krabi04-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYErnDeTVQU/TdqA4KMOn2I/AAAAAAAAEdA/UNU-6J9vSe4/s400/krabi04-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609937988140048226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There comes the superstar ... gaining attention from every single person there. Step by step, slowly ... one step at a time, swimming gracefully to the shore. haha. What an attention &lt;strike&gt;whore&lt;/strike&gt; seeker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR-roJXHwwE/TdqA3LkdHUI/AAAAAAAAEco/AWU3MeGYWvo/s1600/krabi04-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR-roJXHwwE/TdqA3LkdHUI/AAAAAAAAEco/AWU3MeGYWvo/s400/krabi04-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609937971330227522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nice &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jer&lt;/span&gt; the island ... but not that impressive like how I expect that from pictures that I have seen before being present there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-7995304276934573085?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/7995304276934573085/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=7995304276934573085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/7995304276934573085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/7995304276934573085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/05/krabi-trip-4.html' title='Krabi Trip 4'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XXWAlSu7zLI/TdqA21SnJ6I/AAAAAAAAEcg/UNG_QhIFXm4/s72-c/krabi04-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-1577513595781058825</id><published>2011-05-17T18:43:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T18:53:00.587+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Auf wiedersehen und Grüezi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verschwunden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><title type='text'>My lost left shoe</title><content type='html'>It was one of the most embarrassing moment of my life, 2 days back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather these days are so unpredictable. One minute it's shining brightly, the other it's raining so heavily you can't go anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no choice. I was in Pavillion, wanting to cross over to Farenheit. I was already late for class and I have already waited 10 minutes for the rain to slow down but it did not. Left without a choice, I ran across the road like a super hero, without an umbrella the moment the traffic light turned yellow. Yes, I was soaked in the rain like a homeless bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think that was bad enough, it wasn't. As I was running, and wet, it was so slippery. I did not fall so don't be too happy yet. My left shoes slipped off, and jang jang jang, it sped downhill so freaking fast I did not have time to even respond to that. All I could do was to look at it until off my sight it went. It did not end there, I went to look for it in the rain haha ... I could not find. I turned back, and headed to Farenheit then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I was with my friend. She then went to buy a pair of slippers for me ... omigod, soaking wet, without my left shoe, it's no fun. RIP, shoe. Even though, I was soaked in the rain, didn't have a chance to clean up, dry up, and stuff like that for the next 3 hours, I am still so healthy. WHY????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-1577513595781058825?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/1577513595781058825/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=1577513595781058825&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/1577513595781058825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/1577513595781058825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-lost-left-shoe.html' title='My lost left shoe'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-3197058499325197149</id><published>2011-05-15T17:54:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T18:23:06.235+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blacklist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scheisse'/><title type='text'>Keep It Away</title><content type='html'>It's almost 10 years now ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I really do not know what to say when people ask about you. Yeah, I know you, but I guess, that's about it? Perhaps, 10 years ago, I would have said more, but, these days, all I can say is that, where I know you from. Full stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, you thought whatever you have said has been kept a secret. Do not fool me, am not dumb enough to not know what happened. When we were not even close enough, you told people and gave the impression we were great friends and hang out often. I did not know that 2 times is called often. I'm impressed. Telling people I dump my friends after going abroad is just so amazing. You know that? Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If really I were asked about you, there are so much negative things to say but not the positive. So, I shall keep quiet, unlike you, so afraid that people will think you are dumb if you shut up for a little while aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tried to rebel at the old age of 21, isn't it too late and OLD to do so? Tsk tsk tsk. And oh yeah, I betrayed my friends, am a traitor, YESH I AM! :D :D :D and, what's your problem? ^^ It's best you keep yourself away from me. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-3197058499325197149?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/3197058499325197149/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=3197058499325197149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/3197058499325197149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/3197058499325197149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/05/keep-it-away.html' title='Keep It Away'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-7822170425272124909</id><published>2011-05-09T18:54:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T19:05:14.120+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arbeit o Internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News n Issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='c&apos;est la vie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scheisse'/><title type='text'>Married and Unmarried</title><content type='html'>I believe that when two individual is married to each other, there are things you can't do anymore. There are boundaries, and of course the terms and conditions of being a married couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are married, please do control yourself in public. I know, I have no rights saying anything because am not married, right? But, do you know that from a third party who knows you, seeing this, is not a very pleasant sight afterall. You claim to be good and very close friends, but no matter how close friends you are, there's a line in between in terms of physical contacts with each other, when knowing it well enough, both of you are married with different spouses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, please do not teach me about friendships. I am not sick that I do not know anything about it. Close friends do not touch and hold each other in that kind of way. Even people who do not know you could actually come up to me to ask if you are having an affair. That's really outrageous. First timers will think you are involved with each other. Again, I know this has nothing to do with me and I shall mind my own business, but, it's too gross for me to completely ignore your presence with each other there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know why are there so many calls from the same person, over and over again, perhaps, he doesn't feel secured with you having this kind of behaviour in a public place, when knowing the fact you are married. Please stop this, it's just disgusting. At least, even if you wanna do all these unpleasant stuff, do it behind of people. Thank You. Your co-operation is much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah .. and also, that is why there's a huge difference between married and unmarried people. When you are not committed to anyone, you are free to do any of these and people will not say anything about you. When you are married, it's a whole different thing altogether. So, knowing that you are like that naturally, why did you get married in the first place. Sigh. It's so uncalled for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-7822170425272124909?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/7822170425272124909/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=7822170425272124909&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/7822170425272124909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/7822170425272124909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/05/married-and-unmarried.html' title='Married and Unmarried'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-5612711256565124712</id><published>2011-05-07T06:11:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T06:29:50.244+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='origins n history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News n Issues'/><title type='text'>All the pilots</title><content type='html'>Why are there so many pilots around me? They love to make an appointment then cancel it at the very last minute? Does it feel so nice of doing that? But, I just hate it THAT much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so difficult? If you don't feel like going, or that you know you can't make it, why say so in the first place? You know how much I hate it. Sometimes, it gets really depressing over and over again people had been doing that. It's like I am here, for you people to FFK. Thank you really, I feel so touched of you fellas doing that to me. Words can't describe how honored I feel about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially all you had was already promised a dinner on a Friday night. That's when I get really really frustrated that I shall just give the silence treatment already, for, you had won and I got nothing to say anymore. You won okay, time after time, you do that, I'm not sure if I can take that anymore. All I wanna say is .. enjoy being the best ever pilot in the world. I have tried to accept people love to FFK me, but I'm really sorry, I can't do it. I have tried but why should I change my principles for people's sake, when all along I had issues on that particular area and that it something I don't believe in. Yes, pilots, go go go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqhF19esjm8/TcTJYyugxtI/AAAAAAAAEcY/IYCoFck9e04/s1600/aeroplane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqhF19esjm8/TcTJYyugxtI/AAAAAAAAEcY/IYCoFck9e04/s400/aeroplane.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603825264126641874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes pilot, where's your next destination?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others might not be so particular in this kinda issue, but if it keeps on happening on you, I don't think one can take it. It has all been happening since 2005 til now. Freaking 6 years, though it's from different people. Those who had nicely done that before to me, THANK YOU SO SO MUCH I APPRECIATE IT SOOO  MUCH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-5612711256565124712?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/5612711256565124712/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=5612711256565124712&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/5612711256565124712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/5612711256565124712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/05/all-pilots.html' title='All the pilots'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqhF19esjm8/TcTJYyugxtI/AAAAAAAAEcY/IYCoFck9e04/s72-c/aeroplane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-1050792939483880421</id><published>2011-05-04T18:30:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T18:43:53.031+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arbeit o Internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='c&apos;est la vie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scheisse'/><title type='text'>Judgment</title><content type='html'>Each time you meet someone, it takes you just ten seconds to know whether both of you can be friends or not. I am not talking about those complicated stuff, but just the surface, whether you can click, or you can't. It's really simple, yes, or no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you meet some people, this group of people can only be just hang out buddies, some are meant to be like soul friends, while some of the opposite gender are meant to be brothers only. Some, are kept in a a very close distance, able to talk everything under the sun, yet he's just a brother, or in a friend's zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nothing to do with you, or him/she, or anyone in between. It's that feelings. You say don't be judgmental on people. However, do you ever think these kind of people exist. They never did exist. The first impression counts and it last for a very very long time, if not forever. When you meet a certain someone for the first time, you are judging them from the way they carry themselves plus what your feelings tell you, whether you will be able to click, or not. That's judging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you tell me, do not judge, how can we all not judge. We are just humans, not Saints. Each and everyone of us have that in us. But, am not saying and am not encouraging people to start judging everyone in the world, with their highest level of judgement. Nope. Sometimes, we need that, but it's still best not to of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, when I met this certain someone for the first time, I have never liked her already. I thought she's being too ignorant and she did not deliver what she had promised and just this whole feeling I had. I thought my feelings were wrong in the beginning, maybe I trusted my feelings too much at times, so this time, I should let it off and shall take from Square One. Few months later, I knew, why I had that kinda uneasy feelings. It's telling me I should be aware.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-1050792939483880421?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/1050792939483880421/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=1050792939483880421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/1050792939483880421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/1050792939483880421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/05/judgment.html' title='Judgment'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-3078229775067659628</id><published>2011-04-24T18:52:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T18:56:57.798+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Englisch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video n Drama'/><title type='text'>Strangers, Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tSdELZxEnHY" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to share out this video here ... from strangers, being strangers again and this is what people go through daily. It's frightening seeing this because ... you see these things happening on those around you, if not you. After those stages, it's either you move on, or you get married. It's a worthy watch. Enjoy~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-3078229775067659628?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/3078229775067659628/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=3078229775067659628&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/3078229775067659628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/3078229775067659628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/04/strangers-again.html' title='Strangers, Again'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/tSdELZxEnHY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-7689223457722629209</id><published>2011-04-24T18:36:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T18:47:20.600+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arbeit o Internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scheisse'/><title type='text'>A matter of time</title><content type='html'>It's maybe all written on the face, that am now suffering and am not really happy with how things are going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people had randomly walked in and offered something to me, and asked me to think about it seriously. Give them a call. It is a place I no longer have my faith on. I see no future anymore. It's now just a matter of time before I decide to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how happy I feel thinking of the day I'm walking out from the door and not looking back ever again. That's the only thing am happy about, thinking and dreaming of the day I'm leaving. Unfortunately, that will not be so soon judging from what is available now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However difficult it may seem now, I am not giving up. I am searching for something better. It's not that I did not try to enjoy, but certain things always get on the way, the one thing that once you dislike it, it's impossible to have a healthy environment any longer. That also means, the end of it, it's time to move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-7689223457722629209?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/7689223457722629209/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=7689223457722629209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/7689223457722629209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/7689223457722629209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/04/matter-of-time.html' title='A matter of time'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-7437113626123738873</id><published>2011-04-18T17:50:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T18:08:33.284+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gin kau'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips n Vacation'/><title type='text'>Krabi Trip 3</title><content type='html'>It's the 3rd part of our Krabi Trip and most of the time spent on food and eating. It's really like the purpose of going there is just to eat and nothing else.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dr5FnsNU3Ug/TaxfK1wzELI/AAAAAAAAEb4/1qUV4j8DyvQ/s1600/krabi03-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b7IvV1j7zs4/TaxfKWEJ2zI/AAAAAAAAEbw/BRkXeHxmAi0/s1600/krabi03-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b7IvV1j7zs4/TaxfKWEJ2zI/AAAAAAAAEbw/BRkXeHxmAi0/s400/krabi03-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596953068241017650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's meal time ... gin hai a loi... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dr5FnsNU3Ug/TaxfK1wzELI/AAAAAAAAEb4/1qUV4j8DyvQ/s1600/krabi03-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dr5FnsNU3Ug/TaxfK1wzELI/AAAAAAAAEb4/1qUV4j8DyvQ/s400/krabi03-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596953076749766834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we came back with snackssss ... especially the cheese ham snacks that we didn't see in Malaysia before.... what have I lost man ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XhpkofoJ_94/TaxfLB398jI/AAAAAAAAEcA/QbhYgsxOUjg/s1600/krabi03-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 356px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XhpkofoJ_94/TaxfLB398jI/AAAAAAAAEcA/QbhYgsxOUjg/s400/krabi03-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596953080001065522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we ate again wth hahah .. non-stop eating ^^ *burp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_KbM8YLuyrs/TaxfLl5A0ZI/AAAAAAAAEcQ/qoAYz1JYt7I/s1600/krabi03-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_KbM8YLuyrs/TaxfLl5A0ZI/AAAAAAAAEcQ/qoAYz1JYt7I/s400/krabi03-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596953089669124498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ate in Aree Bar Bar restaurant haha ... oh gosh look at those Thai characters, it's like almost impossible to learn &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ibZF58-Znt4/TaxfLQX1O3I/AAAAAAAAEcI/4FoE428-NWo/s1600/krabi03-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ibZF58-Znt4/TaxfLQX1O3I/AAAAAAAAEcI/4FoE428-NWo/s400/krabi03-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596953083892808562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do they wanna fight? Or do they want tourists to fight? Fight Changeing? Change fighter? hahaha ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-7437113626123738873?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/7437113626123738873/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=7437113626123738873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/7437113626123738873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/7437113626123738873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/04/krabi-trip-3.html' title='Krabi Trip 3'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b7IvV1j7zs4/TaxfKWEJ2zI/AAAAAAAAEbw/BRkXeHxmAi0/s72-c/krabi03-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-8760222558626965173</id><published>2011-03-23T17:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T18:32:20.497+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips n Vacation'/><title type='text'>Krabi Trip 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vADbIqHUzc0/TYolM7KKvyI/AAAAAAAAEbI/Q9_4Rm3aBdc/s1600/krabi02-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vADbIqHUzc0/TYolM7KKvyI/AAAAAAAAEbI/Q9_4Rm3aBdc/s400/krabi02-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587319191675518754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These was what we ate for dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LcMAe5eVM2s/TYolM0gALzI/AAAAAAAAEbQ/gspsEZhBMnw/s1600/krabi02-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LcMAe5eVM2s/TYolM0gALzI/AAAAAAAAEbQ/gspsEZhBMnw/s400/krabi02-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587319189888053042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;POser dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FmPPdYV-4Mc/TYolNEYvlZI/AAAAAAAAEbY/6XbOBvwAlrM/s1600/krabi02-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FmPPdYV-4Mc/TYolNEYvlZI/AAAAAAAAEbY/6XbOBvwAlrM/s400/krabi02-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587319194152572306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As we were at the beach, we were approached for massage by this lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LcMAe5eVM2s/TYolM0gALzI/AAAAAAAAEbQ/gspsEZhBMnw/s1600/krabi02-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jgOoXxJ2MPQ/TYolNYwTm3I/AAAAAAAAEbg/Oa5BYBgFHVU/s1600/krabi02-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jgOoXxJ2MPQ/TYolNYwTm3I/AAAAAAAAEbg/Oa5BYBgFHVU/s400/krabi02-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587319199620111218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before I even manage to enjoy myself, I got stung by something called jelly fish there. It was so painful that I remember that feeling until now. My legs and hands got swollen almost instantly. For life, I will remember that new found enemy.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vADbIqHUzc0/TYolM7KKvyI/AAAAAAAAEbI/Q9_4Rm3aBdc/s1600/krabi02-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4PbS_SDScms/TYolNhdMJGI/AAAAAAAAEbo/Cf-liThIZP0/s1600/krabi02-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4PbS_SDScms/TYolNhdMJGI/AAAAAAAAEbo/Cf-liThIZP0/s400/krabi02-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587319201955849314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, we went for massage ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-8760222558626965173?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/8760222558626965173/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=8760222558626965173&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/8760222558626965173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/8760222558626965173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/03/krabi-trip-2.html' title='Krabi Trip 2'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vADbIqHUzc0/TYolM7KKvyI/AAAAAAAAEbI/Q9_4Rm3aBdc/s72-c/krabi02-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-4174968820483273981</id><published>2011-03-14T07:49:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T07:52:58.403+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Korean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festivals'/><title type='text'>Happy White Day!</title><content type='html'>Today is the 14th of March ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's another Valentine's today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy White Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; people, it's celebrated in Korea in tradition. It was on the 14th February that girls will express their feelings for a guy by giving them gifts. One month later, the guy will respond to the girl with presents. This day resembles the purest of things, such as white clothes, white flowers (is it) and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. Enjoy~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-4174968820483273981?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/4174968820483273981/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=4174968820483273981&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/4174968820483273981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/4174968820483273981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-white-day.html' title='Happy White Day!'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-3249593249978471918</id><published>2011-03-08T17:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T18:32:37.287+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips n Vacation'/><title type='text'>Krabi Trip 1</title><content type='html'>This was a very impromptu trip to Krabi, Thailand. Ticket and hotel was booked lesser than a week prior to the flight date.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SP,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Meow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and yours truly decided to fly over there for a short vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-se1NWuE4R88/TXZhEcbIudI/AAAAAAAAEaY/RaOQl1CUf6U/s1600/krabi01-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-se1NWuE4R88/TXZhEcbIudI/AAAAAAAAEaY/RaOQl1CUf6U/s400/krabi01-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581755517149690322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Welcome to Krabi. I have not stepped into Thailand since 2000 if am not mistaken. It's 10 freaking long years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yZ1U8oZj0xI/TXZhEkdRN1I/AAAAAAAAEag/SSNdZBUdeuw/s1600/krabi01-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yZ1U8oZj0xI/TXZhEkdRN1I/AAAAAAAAEag/SSNdZBUdeuw/s400/krabi01-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581755519306118994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the flight flying with Air Asia, I bumped into this dude. What a small world. My&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; ex-colleague&lt;/span&gt; during our previous job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uwZxi4Uq8LA/TXZhFEY6uoI/AAAAAAAAEao/HLOO_H0HhIU/s1600/krabi01-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uwZxi4Uq8LA/TXZhFEY6uoI/AAAAAAAAEao/HLOO_H0HhIU/s400/krabi01-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581755527877802626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the next few nights, this is our so-called home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aOc5OR45ipA/TXZhFk1FMdI/AAAAAAAAEaw/uqlX7aAh614/s1600/krabi01-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aOc5OR45ipA/TXZhFk1FMdI/AAAAAAAAEaw/uqlX7aAh614/s400/krabi01-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581755536585863634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And, the first thing to do after checking into the hotel, it's to find some food to eat. We ended up with pizza. Yeah I know this is Thailand we should be having some Thai food instead. But hey, there are many hybrid restaurants there, like Italian Thai, German Thai and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w7EjvKa3Iv8/TXZhFzW1QHI/AAAAAAAAEa4/WhnKkWClzBE/s1600/krabi01-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w7EjvKa3Iv8/TXZhFzW1QHI/AAAAAAAAEa4/WhnKkWClzBE/s400/krabi01-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581755540485521522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To walk along the beach after dinner is breathtaking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-3249593249978471918?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/3249593249978471918/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=3249593249978471918&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/3249593249978471918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/3249593249978471918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/03/krabi-trip-1.html' title='Krabi Trip 1'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-se1NWuE4R88/TXZhEcbIudI/AAAAAAAAEaY/RaOQl1CUf6U/s72-c/krabi01-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-842389680048067726</id><published>2011-02-26T22:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T22:26:51.763+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trinken oder Getränke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scheisse'/><title type='text'>Respect?</title><content type='html'>Do some people know or rather have some etiquette? As time passes, I feel that is the department that people are so lacking of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, please behave. When it's your first time meeting somebody, it's best you take care of your image. You don't want the worst to happen - to get boycotted and blacklisted on that day itself. If you know you cannot take certain things, drinks, and etc, stop in that level or category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's a known fact I am not fond of unknown people touching me. To tell you the truth, I just don't like it. As long as I don't feel really comfortable with you, it's a hell no. I think you should respect people in that aspect of things. When people, girls, say no ... it means a no. I might be wrong for other girls, but I for sure know what I like and what I don't. This, I despise to the very maximum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a guy, respect. How would people thought of you if you don't even respect others? They will start looking at you in a very different way, they look down upon you because how you acted was something very uncalled for. I, personally, cannot accept it as well. If I say no, it really means a no. I don't joke and play with these kinda things. This is not being old school, this is about dignity. Can't you just control yourself? Guess what? I don't take being drunk as an excuse even if that's the case. I don't. Even though you are sincerely unconscious, I will still not accept so. Sorry but that's how we live our life, no? :D I am not a fan of touchy-feely kinda stuff. This is called dignity and pride that I shall follow upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get annoyed very easily in stuff like this. It's a common language - No. Is it that hard to be understood? Or that people are just so oblivious and pretended nothing, few minutes later, repeat the damn old act. It's irritating. Nothing of this act can be forgiven. I will remember this. I shall record this down, once again. I feel the rage in me. Pffft!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-842389680048067726?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/842389680048067726/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=842389680048067726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/842389680048067726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/842389680048067726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/02/respect.html' title='Respect?'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-8860786562861689323</id><published>2011-02-15T17:27:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T17:33:28.707+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trinken oder Getränke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festivals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greetings and dedications'/><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>This is a bit late but ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day to all couples ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Anti-Valentine's Day to all singles out there ... or Happy Single Awareness Day yo! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great night, in fact one of my best drinking night yesterday. The night started rather slow, 12 plus and Quattro was still kinda empty. They then had some games. Round One doesn't seem interesting, it's just some dance thingy for one minute. The next one was very interesting. 3 shots of whisky, 3 mugs of beers. I saw, the girl is gone. It's not easy but gotta give her the credit for going up there to drink. Man, I would have fainted. haha. The dude is awesome, still standing straight there haha. Even after he came down from the stage, he was still drinking, is he HUMAN? I thought it's gonna be a boring night, who knows, it was one of the best one. We had many visitors that night, leaving us very much entertained. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-8860786562861689323?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/8860786562861689323/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=8860786562861689323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/8860786562861689323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/8860786562861689323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-3890695345243882532</id><published>2011-02-10T18:44:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T19:02:01.420+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='origins n history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festivals'/><title type='text'>3 days to Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>Valentine's Day is coming. It's just 3 days and at this time, most people with partners would have cracked their heads about what shall they buy for their bf/gf. There comes the business people too where this time is a very good time to boast their business. Hotels, restaurants, retails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a day with the initial purpose of exchanging candies and gifts among intimate companions, and express the love. As time goes by, all these festivals has been so commercialized that people see this as a business opportunity. Price hike in a lot of things, particularly flowers, chocolates. They have nice packages as gifts selling out there as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I don't understand this, flowers eventually die, why do girls still want flowers? Is it that nice and pleasant to look at? Each time I look at roses, the only thing that comes to my mind is a warm drawn bath with aromatherapy oil plus a relaxing soothing music. haha. It's not that I personally received any flowers before. Thus, maybe I don't understand it. STILL, naturally I am not a flower person at all. Therefore, I really do not think I will like it also, plus I think I will sabotage those who give flowers to me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of flowers, why not alcohol? I will love and appreciate it even more. It will be so awesome. haha. I wonder what's so nice about spending few hundreds for just a dinner of two. Not that I can tell whether it's nice or not either, this day is not something I have celebrated before. haha. For recent years, I have always been working. I'm not alone being the one who have not celebrated this day before. I am not alone, definitely not. There are a few close ones that have not either. SO YEAH! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So again, what's the fuss about flowers? Right now, the only plan is ... to go .. drinkinggggg with 2 other girls yoohoo haha. I LIKE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-3890695345243882532?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/3890695345243882532/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=3890695345243882532&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/3890695345243882532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/3890695345243882532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/02/3-days-to-valentines-day.html' title='3 days to Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-609344749260747044</id><published>2011-02-08T18:12:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T18:40:06.474+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='c&apos;est la vie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scheisse'/><title type='text'>Sense? No Sense? Nonsense?</title><content type='html'>I realized that there are quite a number of these people in this world. The people who you can see when they need something, and vanish from Earth when they don't need any. Or those that when they are single, you can see them every single day, the moment they are attached you can't even get hold of them anymore, not any medium of communications will succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? When you don't need anything, people tried to be nice and friendly, you shove them away like never before. You treat them like they owe you a huge debt from your past life. Thus, now you are treating these people like your slave that has been bonded a whole life with you. The moment you need something, you come being oh so nice and friendly. And, if that person refuse the request, you turn cold to them almost instantly. Isn't it obvious on top of all these, you are plainfully using the others? If you want a favour, do it in a nicer way I'm sure people will be willing to do so even if it troubles them a bit, they don't really mind. But, you're just really treating them like cows and slaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The single who turned double instead, are also handicapped. It's like they will die for the one day they are not together. You see, it's not like the partners are their God that they must worship them or something. But, they are really acting in such a way that suggest so. For now, they say all the superbly nice things about their bfs, like how angelic and how perfect he is, and I can assure when these people break up, they will bitch like there's no tomorrow. I'm not cursing them, but, it's something that can be predicted. It's a good thing too that these people go missing from Earth when there's a guy attached to them. It just means that yoohoo .. I don't have to see them! They are treating like their bfs will be with them for the entire life, and friends come second when there's no bf. There's a vast difference between those who is together with their bf because of friendship issues, and those who are just using the friends as a back-up plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just becareful, really. I don't wanna curse, I don't wanna swear that bad things and unfortunate events will fall upon you. It's time to change, make a change. Be more sincere and genuine. Not just for your own sake all the time. It gives you more harm than anything else. You keep on doing these and one day, when you really had nobody else, all these people would have gone far away from you that you don't even realize but the moment you realize, it's gonna be so so late and not everything you can turn back. Things won't be the same anymore. Humans and compassion, is all gone. The world is cruel, the people are worse. It's time to give way to another species to conquer the Earth, since that Earth is no more a good place to live in. Wait, I think the aliens better come here to get all these people away and chop them into pieces. OH YEAH!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-609344749260747044?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/609344749260747044/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=609344749260747044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/609344749260747044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/609344749260747044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/02/sense-no-sense-nonsense.html' title='Sense? No Sense? Nonsense?'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-694711921556480244</id><published>2011-01-27T17:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T18:03:34.659+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Auf wiedersehen und Grüezi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festivals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greetings and dedications'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips n Vacation'/><title type='text'>Goodbye KL, Hello Turkey</title><content type='html'>I'm officially Hallelujah already! Ho Ho Ho!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the last working day for me, Friday. It has been years the last time I can be as free as a bird during Chinese New Year. Last year, was the year I got really mad for having such horrendous schedule arranged for me. It's the worst ever kind of working schedule you can ever think of during a festive season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered how bitter and how unworthy I felt. It's Chinese New Year. Yeah, it's nothing big for me, am from KL, so what's the big fuss one may think. I don't have a hometown to go back to does not mean you can take things for granted. It's about gathering, reunions, the feeling of having celebrating Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year will be a whole different new spanking year. Today, I will be flying off to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Turkey&lt;/span&gt; and I will see you all when I see you. Haha. Thank You KL for being so kind. You made me feel so at home for the past 4 years here. ;) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Au revoir.&lt;/span&gt; Kebab, here I come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-694711921556480244?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/694711921556480244/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=694711921556480244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/694711921556480244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/694711921556480244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/01/goodbye-kl-hello-turkey.html' title='Goodbye KL, Hello Turkey'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-7930236620589589371</id><published>2011-01-27T17:29:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T17:53:42.427+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schule'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='origins n history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='c&apos;est la vie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scheisse'/><title type='text'>100% Moral x Moral Behaviour</title><content type='html'>I really don't understand some people. Is it really that difficult to say thank you when people hold either the door or the lift for you? Can they die? Instead, they give a god dang stare back at you, like you offended them or something. Sorry for holding the lift for you, I should not have done that. Instead, I should just close it when you're at the middle of the lift between in and out and ensure that the lift close when you're right there, causing it to squeeze you to death. Sorry. I should not, I regretted. While if it's a door, I'm sorry I held it for you too, I should have just close it at your damn face, ensuring you're sandwiched til your nose goes flat and your face distorted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me, what's the use of having moral studies. Yeah, with those values there, it's merely to pass for the exam. People are lacking of humanity and civic. Moral teachers themselves don't even practise what the theories they have been teaching for the past 10 20 years. So, you get all these irritating people around who look at you like as if you owe them your entire life and you ought to be their lifetime slave. First of all, all these has to come from themselves, the students. Good examples need to be shown by adults. But, did you see it? I know I don't see that in my own teachers back then, not even one. I have unfortunately no due respect to them because they don't deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then, it's all about respecting the elders, no matter what they do, whether they are wrong or right, you need to respect them because they are elderly folks. It doesn't apply anymore. Now, it's more like, even though you are 20 years older than I am, you earn that respect. I will not give it to you blindly. This is how principles are. So many elderly people had misuse that respect. As a conclusion, I don't respect just every other individuals who are older than me. You want, you earn, or else, I will not give it a damn either. You may say I am the most disrespectful and all but, have you ever done anything that ought to be respected in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all nonsense, talk hero action zero. Moral studies what? Come again? I am a low achiever especially in Moral Studies before. I was just at the passing mark. But, it doesn't mean I have no morals and all. I have more than someone who scores 100%. I can assure that! It reflects what kinda person are you through how you carry yourself, your behaviour overall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-7930236620589589371?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/7930236620589589371/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=7930236620589589371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/7930236620589589371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/7930236620589589371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/01/100-moral-x-moral-behaviour.html' title='100% Moral x Moral Behaviour'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-2906992610276163306</id><published>2011-01-20T19:50:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T21:13:59.827+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Korean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips n Vacation'/><title type='text'>Hanguk Trip: Korea Trip Part 8</title><content type='html'>This is the last ever post. My overall on Korea trip is that, I WILL BE BACK. Wait for me. I have made a promise, a vow, to be back to Korea and that will be in 2012, with few others. If I have a chance, I definitely wanna live there. haha. We are saying, IF. Oh ... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gago shipoyo, chebal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TTiGUyOVipI/AAAAAAAAEaE/7EjLuX3BHpY/s1600/hanguk8-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TTiGUyOVipI/AAAAAAAAEaE/7EjLuX3BHpY/s400/hanguk8-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564345031253658258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ye ... my last name is Q, not J. haha. My boarding pass :( Why does everything have to come to an end. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shiro. Jongmal shiro&lt;/span&gt;. And yeah .. eel .. haha ... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baemjang-eo &lt;/span&gt;... is what he calls his fans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TTiGVBxDPoI/AAAAAAAAEaM/8KLZoRygia8/s1600/hanguk8-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TTiGVBxDPoI/AAAAAAAAEaM/8KLZoRygia8/s400/hanguk8-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564345035425791618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At first glance, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;igo yeoja&lt;/span&gt; looks like Jennifer. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kereunde,&lt;/span&gt; she's not in Korea now, she's in US and she's not working in an airport, must be her twin sis haha&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. Chakamman&lt;/span&gt;, twin sis is those who born on the same date, right? That's me then, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hajiman&lt;/span&gt;, we are not twins. haha. Am not Korean. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aish&lt;/span&gt;! Must be her sis then ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TTiGUAv-jQI/AAAAAAAAEZ0/jEfYUha3boI/s1600/hanguk8-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TTiGUAv-jQI/AAAAAAAAEZ0/jEfYUha3boI/s400/hanguk8-04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564345017972985090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's quite a long flight, compared to those I have taken in recent years, like to Langkawi, Thailand, Indonesia. haha. So, have a beer please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TTiGUbR7DMI/AAAAAAAAEZ8/LpcPVa7tiWA/s1600/hanguk8-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TTiGUbR7DMI/AAAAAAAAEZ8/LpcPVa7tiWA/s400/hanguk8-03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564345025094683842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh no ... back to reality already, oh no no no no no ..... noooooo ... no no no .... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gwenchana&lt;/span&gt;, I will be BACK. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyeongi geseyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-2906992610276163306?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/2906992610276163306/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=2906992610276163306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/2906992610276163306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/2906992610276163306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/01/hanguk-trip-korea-trip-part-8.html' title='Hanguk Trip: Korea Trip Part 8'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TTiGUyOVipI/AAAAAAAAEaE/7EjLuX3BHpY/s72-c/hanguk8-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-7483705011012197620</id><published>2011-01-16T16:09:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T12:50:26.019+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News n Issues'/><title type='text'>Precaution</title><content type='html'>Scams. Scams. Scams. What the heck. Every single day, you read news of people getting cheated. If it's their own stupidity like, you get stopped at the road side, they talk you through, well, blame yourself. But, if it's from other sources, I pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tons of people lose and misplace their phones, and many too got stolen.  So, it's wise to take precaution before the most unfortunate happens. Perhaps, at times it can't be helped but your phone somehow goes missing. The last thing you wanna do is to put all your personal details in your phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not put all your parents name as Dad, Mom, Bro, Sis. That's the worst. I have been practising this for a very long time already, and each time I asked someone to press the call button on my behalf, they don't know which name they need to go to. ^^ haha. But, I have the name Brother in there, except that that brother is not blood related with me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do not know what's awaiting you. I guess, it's better to take prevention measures rather than worrying that criminal might call your parents up, family members, relatives, or anyone close to you. I think my contact is all messed up. The "Father" is not a real father. The "mother" is not the real mother, the "Brother" is not the real brother either. I know that this is just small little measures, but if it can help even just a bit, why not. Plus, when it's the most critical times, even things like this can help you a great deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Female drivers, please do not place and flash your handbags at the passenger seat. It's best you hide it, or place it somewhere where it's not visible at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Female pedestrians, please do not flash your handbags or any branded things wherever you go and just walk straight without looking at your surroundings. It's a big no-no. People can come from the front, left, right, behind. Beware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beware, and becareful of your surroundings and belongings. Now, take extra steps, especially now that it's approaching CNY. People are getting desperate. They can do just anything now to get what they want. They are merciless, they lost the human touch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-7483705011012197620?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/7483705011012197620/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=7483705011012197620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/7483705011012197620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/7483705011012197620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/01/precaution.html' title='Precaution'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-3197961077904726042</id><published>2011-01-13T19:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T20:22:14.829+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='c&apos;est la vie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trinken oder Getränke'/><title type='text'>The Rules of Drinking</title><content type='html'>I have started watching dramas very long ago. Few years fast forward, and I wonder if what's in the drama was true, or they made that up. It is said that when a girl is stress or rather depress, and they start drinking, they usually end up more depressed than they already are. Guys, after they drink with the same condition they are caught in, they usually forget about their woes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't someone who was interested in drinking then. It doesn't really tell that I am from this family at all. Now, I can assure that those genes came to me at a later stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so many individuals that I have seen, that the statement was somehow true. I am speaking it from the people I have met and known personally, or rather, briefly, to whichever it applies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This friend of mine is usually not a very superbly negative person. I would never thought that will happen. She asked me to go drinking once and I was quite taken aback with that as well, I don't know, it was just the feeling at that particular time. It just doesn't feel right. At that time too, I know, she was having some personal issues. I know, she's gonna do something that night, and I don't know how far she will go to. I ended up following her, to ensure she's okay. I was supposed to be up by 5.30am the next day for work. But well, I think I can sacrifice my one night's sleep for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected, she went out all drunk that night. She became so emotional later on after drinking. Problems became worse. This is just one example, I have few more that is similar to this, except the others maybe I am not willing to sacrifice my night's sleep anymore, depending my relationship with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes, I think girls have that tendency to be more emotional after they drink. Personally, whenever I'm stressed up, the moment after I drink, I became emotional too, but it's a different kind. This is called, emotionally happier. hahaha. They gotta know why they drink, the reason behind drinking. Some people drink just to chill and have fun, some drink try to forget their problems, and that's the worst ever kind. My rules of drinking - never drink if you wanna try to run away and avoid the problems you are having because you will end up having more problems. Physically you might not be doing anything, but mentally, everything runs in your head. If you think drinking can solve your problem, think again. And, my another rule of drinking - why do you wanna get drunk because of some pathetic guy? Ask that, and you will know the answer of whether to drink in that condition right away. Do not torture yourself because of others. It's not worth any single effort, time and money at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was why some people asked me to go drinking in the most unreasonable circumstances, I reject them outright. To begin with, they are people who don't drink. I told them that I am more willing to drink and cheers with them should they drink because they wanna hang out. I will not do so if they drink because they are sad. It's a strict no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-3197961077904726042?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/3197961077904726042/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=3197961077904726042&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/3197961077904726042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/3197961077904726042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/01/rules-of-drinking.html' title='The Rules of Drinking'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-4866065819638475385</id><published>2011-01-09T18:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T18:23:49.407+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Korean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wetter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips n Vacation'/><title type='text'>Hanguk Trip: Korea Trip Part 7</title><content type='html'>It's the last day in Korea, the last ever day visiting places, last day  shopping, having a meal, seeing people, feeling the weather, everything  ended that day. April 13th, 2010. And that, I have decided to return  anyhow, no matter what though it takes a lot of my savings, though it  takes a lot of time saving for that, I know I need to do that to  compensate my beautiful pictures that went missing. At least once more.  I, for sure, will be right back. We shall bid goodbye, after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TSnrcH862rI/AAAAAAAAEZU/Y7cgBko8dw0/s1600/hanguk7-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TSnrcH862rI/AAAAAAAAEZU/Y7cgBko8dw0/s400/hanguk7-05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560234083369015986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ya! Chingu! Mo hae?&lt;/span&gt;! Don't you think this dude is soooo cuteeeeee!!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OMO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TSnraq4makI/AAAAAAAAEY0/q5R041_7qHE/s1600/hanguk7-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TSnraq4makI/AAAAAAAAEY0/q5R041_7qHE/s400/hanguk7-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560234058386401858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We stopped by at National Folk Museum. This is where they show how olden people live and survive, from summer til winter, what do they eat, the costumes they wear, what they work as, the noble class, the medium class and the lower class, how language and characters had changed right til the present time. It's basically the whole history of Korea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TSnra5HwXRI/AAAAAAAAEY8/bl_U1D72TPc/s1600/hanguk7-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TSnra5HwXRI/AAAAAAAAEY8/bl_U1D72TPc/s400/hanguk7-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560234062208064786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Gyeongbokgung Palace. It's all very historical place. Well, I was illiterate there, so well haha. Not like I understood what has been said either - it was conducted in Chinese - a language I have failed terribly in. I think I can read more Korean than Chinese. HAHA. Wth. An honest confession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TSnrb6PhogI/AAAAAAAAEZM/kluRl9ObDFc/s1600/hanguk7-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TSnrb6PhogI/AAAAAAAAEZM/kluRl9ObDFc/s400/hanguk7-04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560234079688958466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While all were busy listening to the tourist guide, I was busy taking pictures of the surroundings. Coincidentally, I did not know how it happened but I saw this when browsing through my never-ending pictures. Hi. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyeong Haseyo, namja!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bangap sumnida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TSnrbZTjZ1I/AAAAAAAAEZE/CePrkDF-68M/s1600/hanguk7-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TSnrbZTjZ1I/AAAAAAAAEZE/CePrkDF-68M/s400/hanguk7-03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560234070847481682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The weather on our last day was cold, the wind was strong, it gave the chill in your spine. It was already spring approaching summer then, and still, the weather was still so cold. Look at my surrounding, all of them were very well wrapped up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-4866065819638475385?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/4866065819638475385/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=4866065819638475385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/4866065819638475385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/4866065819638475385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/01/hanguk-trip-korea-trip-part-7.html' title='Hanguk Trip: Korea Trip Part 7'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TSnrcH862rI/AAAAAAAAEZU/Y7cgBko8dw0/s72-c/hanguk7-05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-2642697645820265460</id><published>2011-01-06T19:30:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T19:47:50.291+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arbeit o Internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health n wellness'/><title type='text'>When Is My Fateful Day?</title><content type='html'>Health is indeed important. But, many people wish to fall sick to a certain extent, just because they wanna get a MC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me ... am no different. I used to be really weak, that for that 2 years I was in secondary morning session, I fall sick. Every single week, there comes a day or two I will have really painful stomach cramps until I get goose bumps all over, as well as nausea . I missed the exam papers before just because I was so sick and so pale and so weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward 10 years later, I find myself wondering when will I fall sick. Not that I really wish to be sick and all, but I am really wondering when will be that fateful day. I seldom fall sick, but once I'm sick, everything comes to me. Before I can even get a MC, my body decided to be healthy again. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aish jingja! &lt;/span&gt;It was the H1N1 time when I fell sick. It's considered really sick for my standard. I was down with flu, sore throat, fever, body pain all over, cough. That was the exact symptom of H1N1 except maybe lacking of one or two only. Though I was always meeting people checking in and my friends had warned me really seriously, I told them not to worry because it certainly isn't, or else I would have felt a million times worse. Though I was sick, but I was not feeling very weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since that I have already gone half way being sick, why not I make it worse I thought? With that condition, I am unable to get a MC. At least for my standard, I don't allow myself to. As long as I can walk, I cannot get a MC, knowing that the manning was really horrible then. Aish ... do you know how difficult it is to get an employee like that :( haha. Being in that condition, I still went out. Instead of getting hot drinks, like having things a sick person should, I did just the opposite. I ate chocolate cake, ate ice-cream and drank watermelon juice. I thought I can almost confirm I will be KO-ed. Only God knows why the devil I cured immediately? My sore throat, cough, flu, all GONE!!!! It was such a horror to know that!! Even my fever had gone down tremendously!!! YOU TELL ME how am I supposed to respond... I was in deep shocked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then, due to the working hours ... I do feel weak and there's a possibility to fall sick. However, each time there's a sign, and I thought I will be down with sickness, in the end, I did not. It's a fake alarm and I am always disappointed with the same reason. Now that I have normal working hours and all, when will be my fateful day I wonder. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aish, shiro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-2642697645820265460?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/2642697645820265460/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=2642697645820265460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/2642697645820265460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/2642697645820265460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-is-my-fateful-day.html' title='When Is My Fateful Day?'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-3119333281068601635</id><published>2011-01-04T16:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T16:35:14.762+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='origins n history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='c&apos;est la vie'/><title type='text'>What is Your Religion?</title><content type='html'>I used to not know how to answer people when they ask me what's my religion. These few years, I found my ultimate reply to them. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am a Buddhist, on paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason. Very long ago when I answered people&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "Buddhist"&lt;/span&gt; they give me one kind of look, like they don't believe I know anything about it. There's a column on one form during schooling days when I must fill up. Automatically, when I am not a Christian, it means I am a Buddhist. That's how it works here. I don't practise that kind of lifestyle. So, let's just be honest, I am a Buddhist only on paper, not in lifestyle. I still believe things from there, because, afterall, it teaches people good things. Obviously, I have my own belief. I don't follow any particular ones, I don't like 100% from only one religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, I went to a church only God knows why. It was the worst ever mistake I made. Ever since then, I have not stepped my foot, not even only my last toe to a church. I have nothing against them, but it was that whole feeling I didn't like about going. It was a moment when everyone went quiet, and that it's the preaching time. Honestly, his words make it sound like as if everyone is very sinful should s/he not believe in Christianity. Well, I didn't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He saw me from afar, being the super fresh face for that evening. He approached me and asked a few questions. He asked, if I was new there and who brought me that evening yada yada. I answered as I was asked. Then, there comes this part. He asked if I felt anything within me during that session. I, naively, told him straight to his face and being very honest to him, No. He expected me to say something else but I did not. You can't expect me to say something which is untrue, can you? Instantly, he kept quiet and told me that maybe my time has not come. He excused himself and approached a guy near to me. I heard the conversation, and the response was so dramatic. That dude told him &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;omg really I felt something in my heart, like a whole new discovery. &lt;/span&gt;Wow, that's really dramatic, you know that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think that as long as you are mentally strong, and you know exactly what is good and what is bad, what is wrong and what is right, then it's all good. You don't really need all these help. It's good to have guidance and all, but as long as it's under control, not too extreme. I used to know someone who wanted to convert others, that everything she said was about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"It's a test" and &lt;/span&gt;that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"God will arrange." &lt;/span&gt;I think she just targeted the wrong person. But, life is in your hands, no? =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I really like to go to temples ... I like to get the orange string to be tied around your wrist when I was way younger. Haha. Okay, I know that's a wrong purpose. Haha. But, stillll! It has been years since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I think I shall just stick with being a JYJ follower. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gamsa hamida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-3119333281068601635?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/3119333281068601635/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=3119333281068601635&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/3119333281068601635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/3119333281068601635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-is-your-religion.html' title='What is Your Religion?'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-1575783174327035991</id><published>2011-01-02T12:31:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T12:44:34.385+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Korean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips n Vacation'/><title type='text'>Hanguk Trip: Korea Trip Part 6</title><content type='html'>Welcome to Home!! The Teddy Bear Farm!! Weeeeeeeee ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TSBjZiZGaAI/AAAAAAAAEYs/GlEPTAKRZJQ/s1600/hanguk6-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TSBjZiZGaAI/AAAAAAAAEYs/GlEPTAKRZJQ/s400/hanguk6-05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557551230555154434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;haha ... this way ... please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TSBjYitLOZI/AAAAAAAAEYM/cQYFadyloc0/s1600/hanguk6-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TSBjYitLOZI/AAAAAAAAEYM/cQYFadyloc0/s400/hanguk6-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557551213459487122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm a Fit Bear!! It's called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Om.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TSBjYpAxoQI/AAAAAAAAEYU/q0_kOgEwE14/s1600/hanguk6-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TSBjYpAxoQI/AAAAAAAAEYU/q0_kOgEwE14/s400/hanguk6-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557551215152308482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Celebrating birthday!! Ahh ... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saeng il chukha hamnida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TSBjZQIsJqI/AAAAAAAAEYk/nv2fnfZTtwg/s1600/hanguk6-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TSBjZQIsJqI/AAAAAAAAEYk/nv2fnfZTtwg/s400/hanguk6-04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557551225654486690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This bear has been hardworking. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Charaso!&lt;/span&gt; Well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TSBjZDob38I/AAAAAAAAEYc/_N8Uof9jHDY/s1600/hanguk6-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TSBjZDob38I/AAAAAAAAEYc/_N8Uof9jHDY/s400/hanguk6-03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557551222297976770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lastly but not least, my own breed. The Pandas. All of us have white!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-1575783174327035991?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/1575783174327035991/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=1575783174327035991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/1575783174327035991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/1575783174327035991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/01/hanguk-trip-korea-trip-part-6.html' title='Hanguk Trip: Korea Trip Part 6'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TSBjZiZGaAI/AAAAAAAAEYs/GlEPTAKRZJQ/s72-c/hanguk6-05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-6924305964445029549</id><published>2011-01-01T15:53:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T17:05:03.326+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Auf wiedersehen und Grüezi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festivals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greetings and dedications'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2011!</title><content type='html'>It's 2011 already!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May  this year in 2011 be even a better year, and may each and everyone be  blessed with happiness, wealth, and health. Happy New year 2011!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 might not be a super awesome year, but I think overall it has done good rather than bad. There were a few downs, but there are ups too. It depends how you see it, but I am gonna take this in a very positive way, that 2o1o was good, I enjoyed the year. There were quite a few major changes, and 2011, I shall continue the journey that I had left in 2010, together, with all my family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year, people have resolutions over and over again. By the 3rd month in most circumstances, people would have forgotten about their so-called resolutions. I believe that if you know you are not determined enough to have a whole long list of impossible to achieve resolutions, please have it in a shorter term, and a more realistic ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not have any resolutions before. It's usually Hyung who set a resolution for me. It's all crappy though. The first year I knew him, he told me, I should set myself straight, yes, straight don't look at girls. Look at guys instead. The 2nd year, he told me, since I have achieved so, I should act more feminine, don't be so rough, be softer and more gentle, and act like any other girls. 3rd year, I should get a bf  =_______= That is more like a 5 year resolution okay. Thank God, I resigned, so, he does not have a chance to have anymore resolution for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my night away at Tropicana where they had put up a rather short fireworks. I'm not asking for a lot considering it's just a small scale mall. It was dinner at Overtime. Supposingly Overtime but even after half an hour we ordered our food, it did not arrive. The waitress showed us the menu and asked again what did we order. That's really fine, we left for awhile and ate Chic King instead. Then, it's all about beer, and countdown babeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I really don't know what was wrong with people who wore checkered shirts yesterday. They are just a bunch of weirdos to the very minimum. What is wrong with people having face a bit red at 10.30pm. Is it wrong? Do you really have to look at others from head to toe, and toe to head? Do you know that's uberly rude to the very core? It's New Year, celebrate with friends, hang out and enjoy with them, not looking at people in some kind of weird way. Understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Happy New Year once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-6924305964445029549?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/6924305964445029549/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=6924305964445029549&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/6924305964445029549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/6924305964445029549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year-2011.html' title='Happy New Year 2011!'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-2358520887016050394</id><published>2010-12-30T18:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T20:09:59.104+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Auf wiedersehen und Grüezi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='danke viel mal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festivals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greetings and dedications'/><title type='text'>Jan-Dec 2010</title><content type='html'>Today is already December the 31st, the last day of 2010, which has been declared a public holiday nationwide due to the victory of the Malaysian team against Indonesia, which we won 4-2 on aggregate. It's something still very cynical to me. But, it's awesome because it means I have another day off and I love it. Let's just recap what happened throughout this year. This year, is the year that had the most changes in my life in these 3 years at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;January&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts after thoughts, deep contemplation, discussions, I finally handed my resignation letter to Cindy. I remembered I was night shift, she came in at 7am. I waited til nobody was at the office, I handed the letter, I left. Hyung knew it, one of the first few to know. Dede handed in the afternoon to Gavin, yes on the same day we did. It's the first ever time I met Jyun in person after years in MSN. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Chinese New Year and I was not happy. Every year, I request AM shift. This year, I had the worst ever nightmare, that it was so tragic, I felt so bitter. I had AM shift on the eve, and later on, I was put in PM shift, followed by 5pm shift. Do you know this was SO frustrating? Why do people take things for granted when I tried to be nice to you? On February 27th, it was my last day serving that hotel, and I walked out as a free person, do anything that I like thereafter. I found out about Michael's existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with three others, Hyung, Gongkia and Aboeji went up to Gunung Nuang and spent the nite there. Just within that few days before that, I went up to PD for a night with Omma and family, which has not happened before. It's a record really. It was Matta Fair, I will have the time of my life with that flight I bought from there. It was in March they announced that Nampyeon will be in that new movie, but til now, no news no nothing. Usagi-ssi and Jay resigned too. It was hard adjusting my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my dream realized. It was to go to Korea. This is the country I will go again and an agreement has been made, I will go again in 2012 with friends this time. Dede, Snail and me went up to Genting just to enjoy the wind and drink one or two. I went for my first make-over that I got forced into. Coincidentally, I had a wedding dinner to attend to, so bravo. That loser is back to harass me. 780 beautiful pictures from Korea is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a very depressing month whereby on the 27th, Toby left us for good, but he had remained in our hearts and loved for a lifetime. It's getting annoying, to be going from one interviews to another and not getting a job. This time, I got in Hartamas, I got employed. I was happy, more like relief, finally. I started the work, but I will not last long there, I knew it. It's a maid agency, people went jaw dropping the moment they found out. A public figure told me not to be stuck in that kinda place because that's not where my full potential is. My full potential will be at CS, and not admin work, so find a better one that suit me better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nampyeon had another digital single. I love it. Second time of the year, and over the advises of EVERYONE, I tendered from that current post. I was just not happy there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for a very last minute holiday to Krabi with SP and Meow. I had a new-foound-hated enemy there called jelly fish. I got stung, it became rash, scar and now permanent. I will hate jelly fish for life. Dede's birthday she had her birthday party BBQ at her house. I got very annoyed with the host of that 2 countries for his interviews there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;August&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's his birthday. Saranghae. Nothing can happen better than this. This is something that I only watch in dramas. Never that I know, miracle happens. I started my current job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;September&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday, ended up in karaoke. I broke my alcohol drought for 2 months. That night, I touched alcohol again, and it went on for every single week for 2 months. It was this month I watched Step Up 3, immediately the next day, I went to find a dance school and I found one that I stick with it until now. I love it. Life is just beautiful each time I go for classes. Happy Chuseok Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;October&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the Halloween, also the drinking month. For the first time of my life, I went for a Korean showcase. It's not just another boy band you think. It's no other than the legendary G-O-D called JYJ. How awesome, how hawt they are in live performance. Everything about them is just so beautiful. It was 17th then, I can still remember very vividly how the hour went on. I enjoyed every second, every passing second, and this, I will not forget in my lifetime. That dude finally got married, with the girl he has been speculated with for the past few years that he denied all the way. We heard the truth, dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the Thanksgiving Day, people should be grateful. More turkeys please. I despise him, the guy that I believe is not a nice guy and my friend deserves someone better. He made her so upset, and I despise him now. It's the 2nd year anniversary since her passing, that Little Angel. The dramas has been released, the date was 8th Nov. Gomawoyo. Gor's first daughter was born. Chukhahae!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dread when I heard that I gotta attend a Christmas Exchange Party with colleagues in a mamak. How awesome. This is the only time I dread to the very end. All I wanted was just to go home, and not there. My soul isn't with me that night. The last day of 2010 was declared a public holiday due to the victory of the Malaysian football team. A night at Bukit Tinggi, with both pillow and blanket fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that was how my year went by in 2010. How was yours&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-2358520887016050394?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/2358520887016050394/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=2358520887016050394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/2358520887016050394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/2358520887016050394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2010/12/jan-dec-2010.html' title='Jan-Dec 2010'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-870096198676998194</id><published>2010-12-27T16:22:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T16:31:00.800+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festivals'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas 2010!</title><content type='html'>It's still not too late to wish ... still within that 12 days of Christmas =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already the end of the year, so let's all put all of our hands together, to wish and hope for a better year in 2011. It has been quite a rollercoaster ride in 2010 and now, we shall put all the negative ones behind in 2010 and bring the positive ones to 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Maeri Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; everyone ... and oh yes, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Boxing Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; too!!! It's sad that Boxing Day is equivalent to zero here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, we had a very peaceful laid-back celebration, unlike years before this, whereby, it's all about parties. Oh no, age. Anyways, Merry Christmas hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-870096198676998194?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/870096198676998194/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=870096198676998194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/870096198676998194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/870096198676998194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas-2010.html' title='Merry Christmas 2010!'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-2134121371589304836</id><published>2010-12-19T17:33:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T18:24:01.487+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blacklist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scheisse'/><title type='text'>What If?</title><content type='html'>Every now and then, I have this What If thought in me. What if one day, when I ber-mamak suddenly I bump into the Angel. What if one day when I go shopping, I bump into it. What if one day, I go partay, I bump into it. That doesn't give me the best feeling in the world, but it doesn't give me the worst feeling either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true that I do not wanna be related and associated with it in any way, at all cost. But, if it so happens to be there where I am, there is nothing I can do either. The worst is to be disgusted with it, but of course, I think that will be a great entertainer as well. I will not leave because it's there. I will not choose to go elsewhere just because it's there. I don't see a point that my life should be affected because of a petty species like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can be your best ever friend in this entire universe, but it does not mean it can be mine too. We can never be. I know too, that it's a desperate species, that whatever that has been done is very uncalled for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I don't know what will I do if that one day really comes. Not like it didn't. It happened before many years back and even back then, I could not recognize it as, the changes was so huge. It looked so haggard then. I recognized the person next to it. Obviously, I will greet the person next to it. Yes, I mean it as next to. Nowadays, I don't even know if I will do the same bloody thing. I doubt it nevertheless. I guess I will just do what I'm best at. I admit this though, I am really good at ignoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wonder why am I using the subject as It, because it's a specimen. A specimen does not belong to a male, nor a female, can be both. Hence, IT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-2134121371589304836?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/2134121371589304836/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=2134121371589304836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/2134121371589304836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/2134121371589304836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-if.html' title='What If?'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-8308029484957609715</id><published>2010-12-14T16:56:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T17:10:24.878+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arbeit o Internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festivals'/><title type='text'>Purpose of Celebration</title><content type='html'>Christmas is again around the corner. I thought it was just January yesterday. How can time flies just like that? The speed of time is getting more and more ridiculous. Don't you feel so? I'm nearing 30. OMG! Can I turn back the clock to be 23 again? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year, no matter where am I, we just do have the Christmas exchange gift huh? I'm talking about work. Yeah, we gotta exchange Christmas presents among colleagues. It's not by choice, it's by force. It really defeats the purpose if most of them are doing it for the sake of doing it, just because you say everyone has to do it. Christmas is all about sincerity, giving. But, when it's not from the heart, what is the whole point of having Christmassy feeling? What's the whole point of buying presents and exchanging it? It's really meaningless. So, you see, all have all those super happy mood to exchange gifts ... maybe I don't know, then all of a sudden, they say, budget is this certain amount per person and that location wise is where you and I will go for supper, stall. You wanna celebrate but where is the turkey? haha. But, I can only smell Mee Goreng. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sincere it is when you have spent only 5 minutes choosing the gift, because it had reached your budget? This is the most efficient ever shopping I had in my entire life when buying for presents. Last year, I spent one whole day for just one person's Christmas present, and I spent 5 times more than this amount I did today. Usually I get very stressed up for cracking my head up down centre middle ... this time, I don't even feel a pinch. Does it say something already? Perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why am I feeling that dreadful feeling so badly. Not like I have to pay for the meal or something, but I'm not liking the whole idea I guess? Last year was considered a grand celebration compared to this year, seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-8308029484957609715?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/8308029484957609715/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=8308029484957609715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/8308029484957609715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/8308029484957609715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2010/12/purpose-of-celebration.html' title='Purpose of Celebration'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-6654348600840599999</id><published>2010-12-01T21:41:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T22:39:25.272+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schule'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='c&apos;est la vie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scheisse'/><title type='text'>She Chose This Path</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Someone &lt;/span&gt;told me something about an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ex-classmate&lt;/span&gt; the other day. I have not seen her since we left school. I just have the tendency to lose contact with my secondary mates, and I love it haha. Oops, did I just type that out? Oh I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was saying that she and her very&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; good friend&lt;/span&gt; once upon a time had a very huge issue between them. So, the question was, why and what happened? I think this is the most stupid ever thing than can happen. It's because of one pathetic&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; guy&lt;/span&gt;. The guy apparently liked her friend, but she liked him. Feelings are not something like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"oh you like me? ok i will like you too."&lt;/span&gt; The girl that the guy liked stepped back to allow her friend to have it her way because to begin with, she didn't have any feelings for him. I was then told that because of that, she had parted ways with that very good friend, and that they are no longer friends since then? OH MY? Can people be more pathetic than that? I can't imagine. I can't believe. Since that fateful day, she changed from being the good girl, to join the company of the rascal group, became someone who drinks and smokes very heavily, someone you can never imagined she would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They kept on saying, she will change one day, she will change back to the person she once was. It's either they are being too optimistic or they are just painfully in self-denial. She will not. In other words, she was blaming the unhappiness to that other people. Doesn't she know happiness is in her own hands, her destiny lies in herself. How can you blame others for all these petty things? It's a matter of fact that negative influence is much more tempting that positive influence. Admit it. They kept on saying, they will be there for her if she needs them. Screw it, she will not. If you people are really people she consider as friends, she will not even walk out from your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these whole chaos had proven it. It proved just one thing. A guy is more important than the friendship you had built for so many years. There's no sign of re-building it. It becomes nil. So much for a friendship aye? Just forget about it and move on. Why do you people wanna care and concern for her when she herself had pulled out herself from your life? Yeah I know as a friend those should and shouldn't things. There are limits, if you see no hope in that person and is totally out of cure, leave it, leave her alone. Don't sound like you're a Saint that's all. You don't have to complicate your life just because of a past memory. There's nobody who is right nor wrong. Remember, she chose this path to follow. For how she lives now, she was the one who made this decision, happy or sad, it's her. Nobody needs to judge her, because in the end, she's the one feeling it, it has nothing to do with you, or me. Don't give yourself a fake hope she will come back one day, she will  not. Her acting this kinda way has proven everything you need to know.  Nobody is forcing her, she is doing all these out of her own will. How one person deals with things reflect what kinda person she is already. Must I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't even have to feel that her life is wasted like that. This is the most ever stupid reason that a girl can turn the back  against her very own good friend. Guys are the same, if you turn your  back against each other just because a girl, ask yourself if it's really  worth it. It will not. Trust me. At 18, don't you know what's right and wrong? Well, that's her life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-6654348600840599999?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/6654348600840599999/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=6654348600840599999&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/6654348600840599999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/6654348600840599999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2010/12/she-chose-this-path.html' title='She Chose This Path'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-2832884174752879945</id><published>2010-11-27T19:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T19:41:23.891+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Korean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video n Drama'/><title type='text'>December - Tears In Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Osgb2PDu9d8?fs=1" frameborder="0" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who remember Cinderella Sister aka Cinderella Unni drama this year ... Moon Geun Young and Chun Jung Myung. This is the song from that drama, by a duo called December - Tears In Heaven. Now, I kinda miss that blunt young character of hers, instead of the current one. A very moving, and warm ballad. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-2832884174752879945?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/2832884174752879945/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=2832884174752879945&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/2832884174752879945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/2832884174752879945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2010/11/december-tears-in-heaven.html' title='December - Tears In Heaven'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Osgb2PDu9d8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-7888499604472020882</id><published>2010-11-25T17:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T17:29:40.543+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Korean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips n Vacation'/><title type='text'>Hanguk Trip: Korea Part 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TO6Nud768gI/AAAAAAAAEX8/ooZ-UTec_Nw/s1600/hanguk5-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TO6Nud768gI/AAAAAAAAEX8/ooZ-UTec_Nw/s400/hanguk5-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543524020789113346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Welcome to Soraksan National Park. Those who are not used to wearing high heels, please do not wear it here, as you need to walk a lot, not on flat routes, but on rough path, for, you need to climb up hill unless you decide to stay at the bottom, whereby you can't enjoy the scenery at the top. Next question will be, why are you even there if you don't intend to go to the top, or at least the middle? I found my relative here - a bear!!! OMO!! Om! I saw Om! We are one family! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TO6K1UnxamI/AAAAAAAAEXc/Ib55ZTK-or0/s1600/hanguk5-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TO6K1UnxamI/AAAAAAAAEXc/Ib55ZTK-or0/s400/hanguk5-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543520840012884578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In order for you to start climbing, you first need to take the cable car. As you go along, the river and the scenery is really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TO6K1syJrXI/AAAAAAAAEXk/Xx1JU8O2h6o/s1600/hanguk5-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TO6K1syJrXI/AAAAAAAAEXk/Xx1JU8O2h6o/s400/hanguk5-03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543520846498868594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unless you are used to it, do not go up til the top. It's very very steep. These people who go up, they need to come down with their ass sitting on the rock, slowly, and slowly ... to come down. They can't even walk down. It's so steep and there's nothing you can hold on to. Once you fall, good luck. Look at the pic, even with going up, just see their posture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TO6K2ruRGVI/AAAAAAAAEX0/sbtEtgI5ddQ/s1600/hanguk5-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TO6K2ruRGVI/AAAAAAAAEX0/sbtEtgI5ddQ/s400/hanguk5-05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543520863394011474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh ... maybe because of this I became a Goddess - a Goddess is someone who can withstand not eating and sleeping HAHAHA. That's my perfect definition :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TO6K2F3iJtI/AAAAAAAAEXs/kkRumAAwNT8/s1600/hanguk5-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TO6K2F3iJtI/AAAAAAAAEXs/kkRumAAwNT8/s400/hanguk5-04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543520853232330450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It might be glaring until my eyes could not open. Not that even in normal sunlight I can open my eyes as big as I wish to. I just have small eyes, don't blame me. But, the weather was actually quite cold. What I really miss during cold weather is .... to have ICE-CREAM! My gawd!! That feeling is awesome! It makes you shiver down your spine haha. According to them, this place where people pray, is quite accurate. Well, I don't know, not that I'm a great follower of any religion. It's just recently I found my true religion - in JYJ. Those who are not familiar, do not ask me what is that. It's a religion that's all I can tell haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-7888499604472020882?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/7888499604472020882/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=7888499604472020882&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/7888499604472020882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/7888499604472020882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2010/11/hanguk-trip-korea-part-5.html' title='Hanguk Trip: Korea Part 5'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TO6Nud768gI/AAAAAAAAEX8/ooZ-UTec_Nw/s72-c/hanguk5-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-465012328028290525</id><published>2010-11-25T16:46:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T16:51:51.411+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='danke viel mal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festivals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greetings and dedications'/><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>Today, is Thanksgiving Day. We should be thankful with what we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make it a habit. Today, stop complaining and ranting about things. At least for today. Don't complain that you have not enough money though you have tons of them, that you don't have a bf, you don't have a gf, or your gf this, your bf that, or the drivers on the road are mentals and psychos, or that your this did that, your that did that. Shh. Say thank you instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good start, a positive start to being a positive person. Be thankful instead that you are here, to enjoy the beautiful life, to treasure how wonderful and how lucky you are to be here, right here, at this moment and this is priceless. You might not be the richest, might not be the best, but everything you have now, tangible and intangible, is not things that some people can even dream of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to eat more turkey yeah! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-465012328028290525?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/465012328028290525/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=465012328028290525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/465012328028290525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/465012328028290525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-313954721882253576</id><published>2010-11-23T20:51:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T21:21:17.318+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schule'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='c&apos;est la vie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scheisse'/><title type='text'>Get L-O-S-T</title><content type='html'>Please allow me to say this, that some people really have an ugly flower vase brain. I'm sorry to say, but, he proved himself well enough that is now certified. Flower vase = empty in the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, the moment I met him for the first time, not knowing anything about him, obviously I trust my instincts at that moment of time. He's a friend of a friend, who got to know from other friends as well. Though I have been told that he's actually an okay person, I trust my feelings more. It's not that I don't trust my friends, but, everyone's perception on people differ from one to another. It is also a fact that people are usually caught between your own judgement and people's perception towards him who obviously know him more than you do. No matter how much they know him, I still prefer to trust the feeling at that moment of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out to be, he really isn't like how he was described as. Looking at him, I know, he's definitely not someone you can trust with. See, he's actually a someone to my friend. Though I did not say anything, my friend knew I was not too keen on him, that I don't like him like how she wish I could. Hence, she kept a lot of their problems from me, to avoid any hatred that bound to happen if I were to know about how was he treating my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, he got to know my friend went out to partay~ Well, what's wrong with adults going to partay you may ask. Nothing's wrong for any of us, only him. They are over with each other, gone were the days. It's all just in the history. My friends are all nice people, they are people who will give second chance to boys, guys, and whatever you call them as. This, will be no different. My gut feelings told me otherwise. He will not change. I warned her, but, as long as she's happy I'm cool. It's normal for people to dance in club, no? What's a club for? To sit around look at people and look oh-so-boring? That's so pathetic, and I think that's more for him, and not others. He got to know that she was dancing with a guy friend and he commented something very ruthlessly. He's no longer in her life, everything was in the past. What is wrong with doing so&gt;? He does not have any effing right to comment anything about the way she parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was saying, that she is such an easy girl. Oh, and just FYI, he did not see how she danced with that dude in his own eyes. Someone else told him. Hence, of him commenting such thoughtlessness remarks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, he was someone from her past and whatever she does now, has got nothing to do with someone like him. Since he is so judgmental of people, why does not he see a problem in himself? Take a mirror, and look. It's full of problems, from head to toe, even the one inside his head. If only he see the never-ending flaws he has, he should just shut his big mouth and go on with life. You know what? It's not gonna be a chance for you anymore, and no matter what, this time, I can assure that. I will not let it happen babeh. You know why? Coz you are such an undeserving idiot. Yeah, go on commenting, go on bitching, you will not go far in life. Remember this, the problem is YOU. Just continue being a loser. If you think you are so great, well, just continue living in denial because you are so far from that. I can see at least something good in people, even though I might not that keen on them, except you, I wonder why? Please sit around more to talk even more, and you can join Asia's Biggest Loser the next season. Good Luck yo. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-313954721882253576?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/313954721882253576/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=313954721882253576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/313954721882253576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/313954721882253576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2010/11/get-l-o-s-t.html' title='Get L-O-S-T'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-3580276642634137186</id><published>2010-11-22T16:22:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T16:33:20.175+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Auf wiedersehen und Grüezi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='danke viel mal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='c&apos;est la vie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greetings and dedications'/><title type='text'>2nd Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Today marks the 2nd year since her passing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us miss you a lot, hoping that  you are happier, and most important, free from torments, injections, pain, and worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is someone that one can hardly forget, the small little sized girl, with a heart of a gold, and face of an Angel. She, who had touched so many people's heart. She, who had taught the true meaning of life to so many people. When all of us complain about our daily life, whether we do not have enough money to spend, that someone irritates you, or just you don't have enough time to party, she is just seeking and hoping that the next day, she is able to wake up, alive. It's that simple for her. For that, she is happy enough, she is satisfied, even though she needs to go one whole lot of pain every single day. Her will and determination to live is stronger than 10 people combined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for coming into our life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-3580276642634137186?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/3580276642634137186/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=3580276642634137186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/3580276642634137186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/3580276642634137186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2010/11/2nd-anniversary.html' title='2nd Anniversary'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-5051071483953898488</id><published>2010-11-17T16:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T16:32:55.340+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Korean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video n Drama'/><title type='text'>Sungkyunkwan Scandal</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/G0FLbUt3taQ/hqdefault.jpg)" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G0FLbUt3taQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G0FLbUt3taQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though Micky is hawt there, I don't really like the character there. I prefer Yoo Ah In, he is so damn sexay! :P And OMO Song Joong Ki is so kewt .. and can you believe that he's 25! This is so addictive. ^^ love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-5051071483953898488?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/5051071483953898488/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=5051071483953898488&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/5051071483953898488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/5051071483953898488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2010/11/sungkyunkwan-scandal.html' title='Sungkyunkwan Scandal'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-5032007568178384000</id><published>2010-11-12T20:04:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T20:18:36.471+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignorant Drivers</title><content type='html'>Driving on the road is just getting more and more irritating. If I have an option to either drive to work and LRT, I will opt for the LRT just anytime. It's not practical when the LRT is located half an hour from my house. And, KTM is not that nearby either, it's not walking distance. And, to get a parking space in the station is almost impossible. Plus, KTM does not go straight to my working place, I need to change numerous public transport. I foresee if I were to take it, by the time I reach office, I would be tired as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope and wish that people can just be not annoying. Yes, annoying. Not because they put the Boom Boom music, or they did not put the indicator, or that they speed, or they cut queue. Obviously, all those are also factors, but without them showing all these is enough to piss someone off already. It's the main one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;People, can you just don't BLIND others by putting all those stupid screwed up lights, stop being a specimen on the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're happy I know. Can you be more considerate on others? Will you even like it if I blind you? Don't you feel irritated? Then stop all those shit. I really hope til the end of my life that these people get their license hang and to jail RIGHT AWAY. It's a crime to the very core, because they harm others on the road. Some people have more serious problem when they look at lights THAT blinding. It can cause accident, and some accidents started from there. It's brighter so what?? It doesn't give you any right to use that kind of stupid lights. Others are using normal lights, why can't YOU? And yes, I don't care how Ahbengfied are you, irregardlessssss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-5032007568178384000?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/5032007568178384000/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=5032007568178384000&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/5032007568178384000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/5032007568178384000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2010/11/ignorant-drivers.html' title='Ignorant Drivers'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-3653806115346550096</id><published>2010-11-07T16:51:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T17:07:35.210+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Korean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video n Drama'/><title type='text'>Chajatta (I Found You) - JYJ - Sungkyunkwan's Scandal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/FFVtuljRXg0/hqdefault.jpg)" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FFVtuljRXg0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FFVtuljRXg0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Romaji-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;[JJ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Soljikhi cheoeumen mollatseo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Oyeonhan mannamiyeatjiman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;[YC]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ijaeggeot nan gippeumbodan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Apeumeul duh manhi baewatseo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;[JS]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Noonmoori manatdun najiman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;nuh-aegaen ootseumman joolggeoya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ijaeseoya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Nae banjjokeul chajatnabwa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ireokae gaseumi ddwigo-itjana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;[JJ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Chajatta naesarang,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Naega chatdun saram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ddeugupgae anajoogoshipuh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Gamanhi nooneul gamajoollae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Naega ibmatchweo  joolsoo-itgae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Saranghae nul saranghae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Chajatta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Nae gyutae dool han saram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;[YC]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ma-eumeul dadatdun najiman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Nuh-aegaen naema-eum joolggeoya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ijaeseoya nae banjjokeul chajatnabwa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ireokae gaseumi ddwigo-itjana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;[JS]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Chajatta naesarang,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Naega chatdun saram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ddeugupgae anajoogoshipuh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Gamanhi nooneul gamajoollae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Naega ibmatchweo  joolsoo-itgae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Saranghae nul saranghae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Chajatta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Nae gyutae dool han saram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;[YC]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Dadchyeotdun naema-eum apeun sangchuh da anajoon saram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;[JJ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Duh manhi saranghaejoogo shipeo unjaekkajina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;[JS]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Chajatta naesarang,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Naega chatdun saram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ddeugupgae anajoogoshipuh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Gamanhi nooneul gamajoollae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Naega ibmatchweo  joolsoo-itgae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;[JJ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Gamanhi nooneul gamajoollae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Naega ibmatchweo  joolsoo-itgae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Saranghae nul saranghae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Chajatta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Nae gyutae dool han saram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;[YC]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Gomapda.... Naegyutae wajoseo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Honestly, at first I didn't know, though it was an accidental encounter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Till now, I've learned more about sorrow than happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Though I was full of tears, I will bring you only laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I must have finally found my other half&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;My heart is racing like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Found you my love, The person I've been searching for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I want to share a heated embrace with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Stay still and close your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So I can kiss you on the lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I love you, its you who I love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Found you! The person I'll keep by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Though I had kept my heart closed, I'll give my heart to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I must have finally found my other half&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;My heart is racing like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Found you my love, The person I've been searching for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I want to share a heated embrace with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Stay still and close your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So I can kiss you on the lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I love you, its you who I love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Found you! The person I'll keep by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The person who embraced all the painful wounds on my closed heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I want to love you more and more, for eternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Found you my love, The person I've been searching for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I want to share a heated embrace with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Stay still and close your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So I can kiss you on the lips,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Stay still and close your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So I can kiss you on the lips&lt;br /&gt;I love you, its you who I love&lt;br /&gt;Found you! The person I'll keep by my side&lt;br /&gt;Thank you..  for coming to my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMO!!! This is SO SO SO FREAKING awesome!&lt;br /&gt;Credits to &lt;a href="http://waiting-for-the-beginning.blogspot.com/2010/09/jaechunsu-jyj-chajattafound-you-lyrics.html"&gt;Copy, Paste &amp;amp; Save&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-3653806115346550096?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/3653806115346550096/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=3653806115346550096&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/3653806115346550096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/3653806115346550096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2010/11/chajatta-i-found-you-jyj-sungkyunkwans.html' title='Chajatta (I Found You) - JYJ - Sungkyunkwan&apos;s Scandal'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-7646072042986877513</id><published>2010-11-07T11:32:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T11:45:47.271+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Korean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips n Vacation'/><title type='text'>Hanguk Trip: Korea Part 4</title><content type='html'>I don't like it. It's gonna be back to that same old boring life again. Boring. Yet, another week. How interesting can it be. Shiroyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this has been going on for the past 7 months, and this is only Part 4. I am a big time procrastinator when it comes to updating. I have a busy life. Busy working, drinking, gym, dance, eat, sleep, and dramas. Haha. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TNaB6FRW4iI/AAAAAAAAEWs/UWJyDshE7qY/s1600/hanguk4-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TNaB6FRW4iI/AAAAAAAAEWs/UWJyDshE7qY/s400/hanguk4-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536755626745979426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We gotta take this ferry over to the island. Welcome to Nami Island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TNaB68PgXiI/AAAAAAAAEW0/0rAe2GHQeZQ/s1600/hanguk4-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TNaB68PgXiI/AAAAAAAAEW0/0rAe2GHQeZQ/s400/hanguk4-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536755641502162466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tadaaa isn't this familiar. Oh yea .. this was the first ever Korean drama, or so it seems to make Korea famous. Ever since its release, other dramas went along, until today. It's the Korean wave for so many years, and it's getting bigger and bigger. Here was where Winter Sonata was filmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TNaB7FEFPUI/AAAAAAAAEW8/TPimSrd4OCY/s1600/hanguk4-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TNaB7FEFPUI/AAAAAAAAEW8/TPimSrd4OCY/s400/hanguk4-03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536755643870166338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If it was winter, it will be very much nicer when it's covered with snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TNaB7WnvrFI/AAAAAAAAEXE/oc6TU8vKXiw/s1600/hanguk4-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TNaB7WnvrFI/AAAAAAAAEXE/oc6TU8vKXiw/s400/hanguk4-04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536755648583150674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a nice sight, all fit people around, tall and thin, I like! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Choahaeyo!&lt;/span&gt; The queue were so long, all were lining up to get back on the land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TNaB7wmr4XI/AAAAAAAAEXM/y7lD_Ego90A/s1600/hanguk4-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TNaB7wmr4XI/AAAAAAAAEXM/y7lD_Ego90A/s400/hanguk4-05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536755655558029682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spread the love.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sarangi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-7646072042986877513?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/7646072042986877513/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=7646072042986877513&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/7646072042986877513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/7646072042986877513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2010/11/hanguk-trip-korea-part-4.html' title='Hanguk Trip: Korea Part 4'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TNaB6FRW4iI/AAAAAAAAEWs/UWJyDshE7qY/s72-c/hanguk4-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-8860541702916411513</id><published>2010-11-05T19:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T19:36:30.821+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festivals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greetings and dedications'/><title type='text'>Happy Diwali!</title><content type='html'>To all Indians, and to anyone else celebrating this festive season, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Diwali &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be united, to celebrate this season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21170318-8860541702916411513?l=michystudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/feeds/8860541702916411513/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21170318&amp;postID=8860541702916411513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/8860541702916411513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21170318/posts/default/8860541702916411513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michystudio.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-diwali.html' title='Happy Diwali!'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14066735201138441193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOk4Zqgf_oM/TE3k2iRea1I/AAAAAAAAERU/X1Fz6ijTGcI/S220/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21170318.post-7203463249563321677</id><published>2010-10-31T00:10:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T15:13:59.363+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trinken oder Getränke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festivals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greetings and dedications'/><title type='text'>Happ Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Halloween everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a blast yesterday, whether you're out partying, or you're at home having a good time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While me, I had lots of fun, it was an awesome night, with good companions, fun place, nice music, great ambience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something I wanna say though. Tables in clubs are placed very near to each other. It is during these times you get to meet very very lame guys. During celebrations, during festivals that is. We have one table next to us, mostly guys, I really don't know how to describe them anymore. This is not criticizing, but more of the truth than anything else. My back was facing them, and so, they started to cheers with my friends. Looking at them, I don't feel like it, because I feel the lameness in them from the very first glimpse. Trust your feelings, trust your judgement.&lt;br /&gt;After awhile I started to move to the other side of the table, not wanting to stand so close to them. The further, the better! The cheers part started only after our guy friend left the table. They got so nice, so whatever. They actually asked for drinks from us, but we are not generous people, we will not donate our alcohol. After we ignored their request, they actually took our bottle without asking, to pour for themselves? WTH is wrong with them? No money, LEAVE! Damn you. Please, alright, really, they are acting like they are so damn hawt, but in my eyes, they are so dang below par. Cow dang.&lt;br /&gt;Solution? Oh, I took that 2 bottles we had on the table, held onto it. I don't care. Whatever it takes to protect our alcohol, I will!&lt;br /&gt;Their response? They stole our cup. HOW CHEAP?! They are uber disgusting. 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