<?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-4742275234482058393</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:01:30.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night of the living Debz.</title><subtitle type='html'>The tragic hero of her own tragic life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlebugdebz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742275234482058393/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlebugdebz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15470611652587076705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EJA7s2d9zbA/SwztsMBTzTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/-_iNOFLnQL0/S220/PA310994.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742275234482058393.post-6314708991604051754</id><published>2009-12-06T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T22:04:01.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Wishlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I haven't done this since I was, like, 10? Haha I remember writing letters and wishlists which never came true. It was sad, but I eventually got to know that Christmas wasn't about receiving gifts and it was about making people happy by giving them gifts that are meant sincerely from your heart. And of course, spending time with your family and friends. That is what I love most about Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've gotten round to embrace my childhood by writing this wishlist. Haha I don't mind if non of this gets fulfilled though. It's all in the fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) A watch. Because I lost mine a year ago. It was my favourite. And it was a Christmas present as well. :(&lt;br /&gt;2) Fedora hat (or any other hat)...because I love hats. :)&lt;br /&gt;3) Scarf. Because I've grown to love scarves and SOMEONE *you know who you are* stole my scarf.&lt;br /&gt;4) Earrings. Yes, I do actually have a fettish for earrings. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Bracelets. Hey, the more the merrier!&lt;br /&gt;6) A new phone. Because I lost mine.&lt;br /&gt;7) Books! On art, crafts, baking, animation or anything. Because I suck at choosing books.&lt;br /&gt;8) Cute things! Hey, I'm a girl.&lt;br /&gt;9) A teddy bear or something cuddly. Because I've never had one of my own.&lt;br /&gt;10) Art supplies! Like stamps, ribbons, those kinds of things. Can't ever get enough of those.&lt;br /&gt;11) Dedications? Because that will be just so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;12) 2010 planner? I've been wanting to get the Starbucks one but I still have a long way to go. Other planners are fine though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These doesn't matter because most important thing is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that I get to SEE, TALK or MEET my friends and family this holiday season. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/4742275234482058393-6314708991604051754?l=doodlebugdebz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlebugdebz.blogspot.com/feeds/6314708991604051754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doodlebugdebz.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-wishlist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742275234482058393/posts/default/6314708991604051754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742275234482058393/posts/default/6314708991604051754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlebugdebz.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-wishlist.html' title='Christmas Wishlist'/><author><name>Debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15470611652587076705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EJA7s2d9zbA/SwztsMBTzTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/-_iNOFLnQL0/S220/PA310994.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742275234482058393.post-5478181784513239398</id><published>2009-11-30T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T08:00:55.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tragedy of the Doodlebug.</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting down, with a cough and sore throat with not a clue what to do. World Issues exam is done and tomorrow is my English exam. My weakest point right now is probably remembering and knowing my tragic terms (because we were learning Shakespeare's Macbeth). There was one time, though, in class where I said that I was my own tragic hero of my own tragic story. So, then, what better way to study the tragic terms than to apply it to yourself eh?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here is the &lt;b&gt;Tragedy of Debz&lt;/b&gt;. Or whatever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Exposition:&lt;/b&gt; Where I first came to Kuala Lumpur to come to college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Exciting force:&lt;/b&gt; Oh yay! I'm getting Canadian teachers. A really exiting change in learning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Complication:&lt;/b&gt; Assignments. LOTS of assignments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Crisis: &lt;/b&gt;Where I enter depression and decide not to give a damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tragic Force&lt;/b&gt;: Nguh...when a hero starts to fight? I didn't really fight, but I DID break down and wept like heck in Law class. Fail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reversal of Fortune:&lt;/b&gt; And when I thought things were bad, I started to loose my stuff. And especially my I.C. and Bank Card JUST before my flight back home for the break. Not to mention my phone. *sigh* How lucky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Relief:&lt;/b&gt; Eh... don't think I have one. Maybe during my break...where I got back to being nocturnal and drawing again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Recognition:&lt;/b&gt; Probably realized that I have LOADS of work to do. Especially for that conference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Catastrophe:&lt;/b&gt; Oh. Wait. I haven't died yet. Skip this part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Denouement:&lt;/b&gt; I guess it's when I've done all my work and things are tied up again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Restoration:&lt;/b&gt; I feel hap-hap-happy again! no more depression until next sem or whenever I think about being a graphic animator again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hamartia or Tragic Flaw:&lt;/b&gt; Hm. Probably the fact that I'm insane. Nah. I'm just very emotional, and I think too much. I have this weird artistic mind. Artistic people are insane. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Catharsis: &lt;/b&gt;I don't know how people feel for me...but in my opinion, I think I lead a rather tragic life. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember doing this in class and decided that my life was not-so-tragic because I haven't died yet. Oh well. No one's perfect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find it hilarious that I degrade myself a lot in this new blog. Last time was just rants about people and places and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742275234482058393-5478181784513239398?l=doodlebugdebz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlebugdebz.blogspot.com/feeds/5478181784513239398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doodlebugdebz.blogspot.com/2009/11/tragedy-of-doodlebug.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742275234482058393/posts/default/5478181784513239398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742275234482058393/posts/default/5478181784513239398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlebugdebz.blogspot.com/2009/11/tragedy-of-doodlebug.html' title='The Tragedy of the Doodlebug.'/><author><name>Debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15470611652587076705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EJA7s2d9zbA/SwztsMBTzTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/-_iNOFLnQL0/S220/PA310994.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742275234482058393.post-7874644461300125405</id><published>2009-11-28T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T19:59:55.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm disappointed, Malaysia.</title><content type='html'>I have bad luck with pens. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, EVERY SINGLE TIME I get one, they will either get lost a few minutes after that, or run out of ink even when the cartridge is still full. Ugh. Seriously. Stupid Malaysian pens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I'm studying. And it's driving me up the wall. Thank God for Christmas songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grr. They should make pens which are Debz-proof.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742275234482058393-7874644461300125405?l=doodlebugdebz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlebugdebz.blogspot.com/feeds/7874644461300125405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doodlebugdebz.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-have-bad-luck-with-pens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742275234482058393/posts/default/7874644461300125405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742275234482058393/posts/default/7874644461300125405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlebugdebz.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-have-bad-luck-with-pens.html' title='I&apos;m disappointed, Malaysia.'/><author><name>Debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15470611652587076705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EJA7s2d9zbA/SwztsMBTzTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/-_iNOFLnQL0/S220/PA310994.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742275234482058393.post-1668921073514730890</id><published>2009-11-27T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T09:26:03.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight drabble.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So... it was a public holiday yesterday (28 November)... and I stayed at home for the whole day...studying for my exams next week. My goal was to reach 2 units of World Issues worth of revision. However, I failed...due to being cooped up inside. I hate that. Especially if the place I'm being cooped in is not my home where I have many channels to surf, my baking utensils, my piano, my art supplies and my dog to play with. That is the only place where I am able to stay indoors for days. Oh and Disneyland. Don't think I can leave that place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three days ago was the last day of my first semester, and the second semester for most. I plan to drop by their graduation event, since I'm not going home until the 11th. I also plan to go to school to study tomorrow, because I can't stand studying in my apartment. It's too... homey. Heh. Plus, I need to get a new phone. Stupid lost phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I am loving Adam Lambert's new "For Your Entertainment" video. Oh yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742275234482058393-1668921073514730890?l=doodlebugdebz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlebugdebz.blogspot.com/feeds/1668921073514730890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doodlebugdebz.blogspot.com/2009/11/midnight-drabble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742275234482058393/posts/default/1668921073514730890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742275234482058393/posts/default/1668921073514730890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlebugdebz.blogspot.com/2009/11/midnight-drabble.html' title='Midnight drabble.'/><author><name>Debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15470611652587076705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EJA7s2d9zbA/SwztsMBTzTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/-_iNOFLnQL0/S220/PA310994.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742275234482058393.post-4785171004455582351</id><published>2009-11-25T00:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T07:58:41.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready, steady, go!</title><content type='html'>I have too many blogs that I have never decided to use and continue. I even have a journal which was never updated. I'm such a sad person. Anyway, I've decided to make another blog. Or maybe two: one for my daily rants and nonsense and another one as some sort of an online portfolio. Yay! I am lame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742275234482058393-4785171004455582351?l=doodlebugdebz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodlebugdebz.blogspot.com/feeds/4785171004455582351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doodlebugdebz.blogspot.com/2009/11/ready-steady-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742275234482058393/posts/default/4785171004455582351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742275234482058393/posts/default/4785171004455582351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodlebugdebz.blogspot.com/2009/11/ready-steady-go.html' title='Ready, steady, go!'/><author><name>Debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15470611652587076705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EJA7s2d9zbA/SwztsMBTzTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/-_iNOFLnQL0/S220/PA310994.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
