<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1155804702490791294</id><updated>2009-12-20T22:46:33.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High on Stilettos</title><subtitle type='html'>The blogger, Angeline is a vivacious social butterfly who aspires to be a pharmacist, living in the spirit of high society. She is currently studying in the International Medical University and has a penchant for fashion, the great outdoors and the colour pink. A loyal and committed friend, there is passion in everything Angeline endeavors to achieve.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1155804702490791294/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1155804702490791294/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599742061921899806</uri><email>mitochondria-eve@hotmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>85</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1155804702490791294.post-2323321889052519055</id><published>2009-12-20T21:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T22:46:33.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;gawd. things has been so hectic for the past few months, my computer has been collecting dust on top of it, not to mention the inactive state of my blog. but i've been pushing my way through well and i am determined to update my blog when time is at hand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;first off, i just want to shout out how much i love being a pharmacist. seriously. although yes a few complains may have been voiced out but all in all i really really really really love my job. i guess it's important to enjoy what you do because when you have the heart for it, you can overcome any obstacle. anything! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;it's the end of the year and the number of patients in and out the hospital doubles this festive season. medicine supplies in government hospitals are running low and so are the monetary support to purchase them. all this equates to a longer waiting time, less medicine being made available to patients and more frequent TCAs which is the cause of disappointment and anger in many patients. i have received many unpleasant comments and downgrading remarks from these patients who pay as little as RM1 for a doctor's appointment and the medicines they receive (easily cost over RM250 on average) are free of charge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/Sy44LbgCuVI/AAAAAAAABp8/2WpMsQUZfXw/s1600-h/83Shut_up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/Sy44LbgCuVI/AAAAAAAABp8/2WpMsQUZfXw/s400/83Shut_up.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417329170785155410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously stfu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;crap. and yet, they are uber demanding and put us pharmacists on the blame for not doing a good job at ensuring every patients receive all their medications at the speculated time. hellooo mister, it's not like we wanna keep the medicines from you. what can we do with them, eat them by the bundle? what are we to do when the supplies are low and there are insufficient budget to stock up the inventories. i've grown so thick skinned, imma tell my patients to talk to the hand coz the face is tired of listening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;despite that, i love my job. i love my job, i love my job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;***repeat mantra three times when you feel life as a pharmacist sucks***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;when i'm not busy on call, i can be found shopping in the gardens, pyramid or out of window shopping desperation, aeon bukit tinggi just because it's a stone throw away from the hospital. now that i've gotten my salary, i can finally splurge on items i really love without the previous guilt of asking my parents for dough. oh, how i love financial independence &lt;3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;out for drinks. maybe one of the reasons i don't blog much anymore is that i have found the thrill of nightlife hmm realizing that, it might have been pretty excessive these days. i should cut down. head out to the gym more. money should be put to good use, not on alcohol that turns into urinary waste in a few hours. epiphany, yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;angel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1155804702490791294-2323321889052519055?l=chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com/feeds/2323321889052519055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1155804702490791294&amp;postID=2323321889052519055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1155804702490791294/posts/default/2323321889052519055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1155804702490791294/posts/default/2323321889052519055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello-again.html' title='hello again'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599742061921899806</uri><email>mitochondria-eve@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10488799225000754414'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/Sy44LbgCuVI/AAAAAAAABp8/2WpMsQUZfXw/s72-c/83Shut_up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1155804702490791294.post-1560330393133961243</id><published>2009-08-31T13:51:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T15:08:12.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>52 years of independence and solidarity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;heyy! what a week of suspense and anticipation it was. i've gotten my placement letter and lucky me, i got posted in selangor yay=) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i used to trick my friends silly by telling them i got kelantan instead of what i asked for. and they were like jom! we go shop for ten pairs of baju kurung and some tudungs aite or you will be raped and killed and no one is going to care/know about it *gulp* these are words of encouragement from people i call my friends la. but once i spilled the beans that i actually gotten selangor, they threatened to slice me up with a parang at my doorstep. the alternative is using a pitchfork. sad=( sorry la. it was just a small lie=p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;okok. so i don't mean to say that because i was one of the lucky few to have gotten my homestate and that it allows me to make jokes about being posted in kelantan and all that. no. it was just small fun talk aite. i mean if i really gotten kelantan or sarawak even, i might cry it off for a few days, run tantrums here and there and then i will come to accept that this is where god wants me to be to fulfill my life's calling. seriously. but acceptance will take quite a while. knowing me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;been to a few gatherings over the week. there was one at pizza hut, sri petaling. just a small gathering but had fun just chatting round the table. happy days &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;pizza was on mr keivan who was my lecturer back in the university. but now he insists that i call him Keiv or Kev. Hmmm a bit weird but i guess it just needs some getting use to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SptszJBn56I/AAAAAAAABow/N8dObtR1h2Y/s1600-h/6613_241806895014_819350014_8423542_7463176_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SptszJBn56I/AAAAAAAABow/N8dObtR1h2Y/s400/6613_241806895014_819350014_8423542_7463176_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376010206048675746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;group photo. mr keivan oopps keiv i mean and syahzad. i drank more coke and soup than eating those pizzas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SptsywtdZmI/AAAAAAAABoo/o-Usv7XxYC8/s1600-h/6613_241806845014_819350014_8423537_3157557_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SptsywtdZmI/AAAAAAAABoo/o-Usv7XxYC8/s400/6613_241806845014_819350014_8423537_3157557_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376010199521650274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;keiv asked esther "how many hearts are there in that earring of yours?" i'm not sure if that is a pick up line or not but most of us think it might be!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SptsyViTv3I/AAAAAAAABog/YvPPgrDopRs/s1600-h/6613_241806840014_819350014_8423536_4318157_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SptsyViTv3I/AAAAAAAABog/YvPPgrDopRs/s400/6613_241806840014_819350014_8423536_4318157_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376010192227123058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;there was once i wore this dress in a previous outing and my bodyguard told me i looked like a nyonya. with the hair bun and all wtf -_-! felt offended at first but then i tot the joke's cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and then there was the supposedly Last Gathering before all of us depart on our separate ways the next day. feeling sad because Lizzy is going off to perak and well, what are the chances that i'll see my classmate in the same hospital eh. was lazy to go initially but gatherings like these dun come twice unless we're talking like 4 years later when we all finish compulsory service. probably. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: normal;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/Sptv7F_PM1I/AAAAAAAABo4/LcOsyDkLsKc/s400/6016_259143230576_606770576_8510494_3804563_n.jpg" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376013641207198546" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;it's not that difficult to spot me is it? just find a female poser. it'd prolly be me already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;after last night, i knew that things will not be the same as before and that i will miss some of them dearly! dun worry, girlfriends &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;♥ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-family:Georgia;"&gt;we'll catch up on weekends if we are not on call or too drained out from 5 days of hospital work muax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;it's merdeka day so happy independance day to all malaysians! while some of my friends rajin rajin celebrate merdeka eve up till the countdown to merdeka day, i was busy soaking myself in the comforts of my own home, reading my notes. by now my friends know that the most popular excuse i use these days is "dun wan larr. i scared of H1N1" but in actual fact, i'm too lazy to put on makeup, dress up and go out hehe sshhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;tmr going to lapor diri. wahh feeling very nervous! wondering which hospital i might get in selangor. but whatever it is, i'll just accept it with both hands. can't complain or demand too much since i'm already posted within my homestate right. need to prepare my documents and continue reading up my notes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;you'll hear from me soon. keep in touch. toodles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;flamboyant government servant,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;angel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/1155804702490791294-1560330393133961243?l=chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com/feeds/1560330393133961243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1155804702490791294&amp;postID=1560330393133961243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1155804702490791294/posts/default/1560330393133961243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1155804702490791294/posts/default/1560330393133961243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com/2009/08/52-years-of-independence-and-solidarity.html' title='52 years of independence and solidarity'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599742061921899806</uri><email>mitochondria-eve@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10488799225000754414'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SptszJBn56I/AAAAAAAABow/N8dObtR1h2Y/s72-c/6613_241806895014_819350014_8423542_7463176_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1155804702490791294.post-770094960049402280</id><published>2009-08-24T01:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T02:34:19.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stir, stir, stir away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;it's hard to describe my feelings at this point of my life. oh, 'my life'. big phrase to use but yeah, it really is like a stirring pot of emotions i'm going through these past few weeks. to call it excitement? yeah i'm excited why? because i am closer to entering a profession that i've been trained for for the last 4 years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;but the whole cloud of excitement is soon stomped by a downmarch of what i call lack of enthusiasm. this is silly. how can you be excited and then be less enthusiastic about it? i dunno. my seniors from their current workplaces tells me that there's lots of stress involved, it's a working environment that constantly places pressure on you, it does not matter whether the staff listens to what pharmacists say but rather you make sure you do what the others say and by st bernard's beard, you do it good. that's what i'm saying. so the thought of this 8-5 pressure job is not exactly what i have in mind and that's 4 years for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the word nervous adds to the concoction because see, you can never be sure where the government decides to put you till you get their placement letter. and even when the letter arrives, you'll only get half the news you want as it only prints the state in which you're going to work in. here, it either gives you relief that you got your home state or you'll be feeling dammed when you find out you have to transport yourself thousands of kilometers away from home or worse, fly yourself to suburban borneo. so fingers crossed that i get what i wanted which is the klang hospital nearby. just 15 mins from home. happy days &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(85, 85, 85);  font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:100%;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:100%;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;then there's also worry because you know, you're the newbie at work and it's natural hoto be over concerbed about how things will turn out for you at yr workplace. it's either everyone approves of you or you live each day feeling dreadful about going to work. but of course, i'm sure ppl will love me tee-hee =) but it's this over brimming confidence of mine that might make people respond negatively towards me..oh well. moderation works best i suppose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i could go on on a list of what i'm feeling..but it would be a super long one and why bore you with details of it. what i'm looking forward to is the gathering with my girlfriends at home this week. unsure of the date yet but i am certain on making it happen while the holidays are still on. there might be a small cookout in the garden, lots of gossiping i'm sure, a dose of guitar hero and a couple of other activities i have in mind. quality time, yes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i too have to help a friend of mine shop decorative items for his upcoming birthday party. scream IKEA! yay, i so need to get my heels in ikea shop shop shop^^ i'm happy that he has finally gotten the green light from his parents to have a party at home. with 40 people expected to come, it'll be a crowd. so i'm pretty excited. i hear booze partay! sound the fire brigade, people are going to set the house burning! i mean, it's his 21 birthday so being drunk with a hangover the next day is forgivable. how many times do you live to be 21 anyway? cheers to legal sex and alcohol=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;off to sleep. it's raining so, it'll make the sleep process much easier. did i ever tell you i love rain? yes, that Rain (hot korean singer you don't want me to get started on) but also, rain. some people despise it because then they can't go out and have fun blah blah blah but i don't. you know what's best? rain on a sunday morning, watching the rainbow in the afternoon surrounded by cool breeze &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" color: rgb(85, 85, 85);  font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;it happened last saturday. love it anyways. feels like the highlands=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;gotta go. beauty sleep and all. update you guys soon. wish me luck. seriously, wish me tonnes of it. toodles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;xoxo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;self-proclaimed geisha assassin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: 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away'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599742061921899806</uri><email>mitochondria-eve@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10488799225000754414'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SpGLTnNk2NI/AAAAAAAABoY/vSxvv578fOE/s72-c/IMG00061+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1155804702490791294.post-2468115992356392827</id><published>2009-08-13T15:57:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T17:28:54.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MPS awards charity banquet</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SoPRL9S6aOI/AAAAAAAABoQ/FOOnvPs3xTw/s1600-h/6728_142073732781_837407781_3285892_4086881_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SoPRL9S6aOI/AAAAAAAABoQ/FOOnvPs3xTw/s400/6728_142073732781_837407781_3285892_4086881_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369365184118417634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;reached hotel istana around nine-ish. look here, these are the ushers for the night and all from IMU. though some of us come from different batches of pharmacy. there's elaine, bee lian, mai, alex and i from the graduating class of b105 whereas alex's gf, belle and friend, wei chien are from the junior class of b107.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;grrr see my face. no make up. i just blend into the background wei. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SoPIybF2nYI/AAAAAAAABoI/w3WO31IJl1k/s400/6088_156868477208_704087208_3708799_3218555_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369355949347085698" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;every girl i know in this picture (including bee lian) has rebonded hair. makes you want to try rebonding too..but no, it's good to stay different. hair-wise, that is=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SoPIyEY-spI/AAAAAAAABoA/FZG-xiHZjso/s1600-h/6088_156868502208_704087208_3708804_1437840_n.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/_J1elq7vQDFk/SoPIyEY-spI/AAAAAAAABoA/FZG-xiHZjso/s400/6088_156868502208_704087208_3708804_1437840_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369355943253291666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;our rooms for us to prepare ourselves for the night. so comfortable! i mean, when we got in the room we were practically screaming in excitement=p it was like beyond our expectations that MPS would book overnight rooms just for us ushers. i thought we would just change into our dresses and make ourselves pretty in one of the hotel washrooms..really la, worst-case scenario.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SoPIxt9GjwI/AAAAAAAABn4/WWgBS0SOQAs/s1600-h/6088_156868517208_704087208_3708806_8125230_n.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/_J1elq7vQDFk/SoPIxt9GjwI/AAAAAAAABn4/WWgBS0SOQAs/s400/6088_156868517208_704087208_3708806_8125230_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369355937230786306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the toilet was spacious and white. very bright and rooooomy. you can even sleep on the floor and there would be enough space for you to toss and turn. but no, we're not gonna do that aren't we? it'd be stupid to do so when you have super comfy beds fit for a princess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SoPIxEY4-fI/AAAAAAAABnw/ZzcSSp5vURk/s1600-h/6088_156868542208_704087208_3708811_329395_n.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/_J1elq7vQDFk/SoPIxEY4-fI/AAAAAAAABnw/ZzcSSp5vURk/s400/6088_156868542208_704087208_3708811_329395_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369355926073047538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so naturally, camwhoring on the beds is a must-do in the midst of excitement. love the chair with the leg rest. so gotta remind myself to get one from ikea=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;we attended the briefing with ms wendy which lasted for hours and hours. continued with a rehearsal with ms nancy ho who complained we all looked too plain for her liking (RAWR!) so that's when we found out we had professionals to do our hair and makeup for us in the evening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;at that point, i was really wondering why they placed so much importance on us? i mean, we just escort the VVIPs on stage whenever neccessary, right? much like the their shadow liddat. but according to her, the escort is the first person a VVIP sees when they enter a venue and whoever the escort is made to follow, he/she has to make a very good first impression. therefore, everyone should look their very best. we're like mirrors on how good an event is going to turn out. that woman is one perfectionist, i tell you. nothing misses her eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after beelian and i were done with gift-wrapping and whatnot, we took our spa ticket and headed down to &lt;i&gt;sompoton spa&lt;/i&gt; for a free 10 mins massage. they served the best lemongrass tea i've ever tasted=p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SoPIi9KrpmI/AAAAAAAABno/5vQD-Dw3Zxw/s1600-h/6088_156868582208_704087208_3708816_4675099_n.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/_J1elq7vQDFk/SoPIi9KrpmI/AAAAAAAABno/5vQD-Dw3Zxw/s400/6088_156868582208_704087208_3708816_4675099_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369355683616237154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SoPIieKrNII/AAAAAAAABng/4Ar0VQleN_I/s1600-h/6088_156868777208_704087208_3708850_4506662_n.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/_J1elq7vQDFk/SoPIieKrNII/AAAAAAAABng/4Ar0VQleN_I/s400/6088_156868777208_704087208_3708850_4506662_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369355675294708866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;group photo at the end of the event. with ms wendy in the middle=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SoPIh74dCpI/AAAAAAAABnY/3fO0aFWKep0/s1600-h/6088_156868712208_704087208_3708838_4046626_n.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/_J1elq7vQDFk/SoPIh74dCpI/AAAAAAAABnY/3fO0aFWKep0/s400/6088_156868712208_704087208_3708838_4046626_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369355666091477650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;with alex, the man who was responsible for bringing in ushers for the event. have to thank him for the opportunity^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SoPIhniMg1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/HW0y4-f3Yj8/s1600-h/6088_156868662208_704087208_3708829_2275813_n.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/_J1elq7vQDFk/SoPIhniMg1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/HW0y4-f3Yj8/s400/6088_156868662208_704087208_3708829_2275813_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369355660629410642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wei chien and i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SoPIhBM8j5I/AAAAAAAABnI/Yb5_4GK-wpg/s1600-h/6088_156868682208_704087208_3708833_2797701_n.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/_J1elq7vQDFk/SoPIhBM8j5I/AAAAAAAABnI/Yb5_4GK-wpg/s400/6088_156868682208_704087208_3708833_2797701_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369355650339737490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the health minister is really tall in person. i was like "OMG he shook my hand!" when he did. FYI his hands were really soft *ahem*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SoPIOx6zAmI/AAAAAAAABnA/3b7kZrA2bio/s1600-h/6560_141550747575_763162575_3347272_1118003_n.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/_J1elq7vQDFk/SoPIOx6zAmI/AAAAAAAABnA/3b7kZrA2bio/s400/6560_141550747575_763162575_3347272_1118003_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369355336999436898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;look at what we were served that night=) i thought the food was really good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SoPIOiAaWjI/AAAAAAAABm4/GFRqegpXUzc/s1600-h/6088_156868667208_704087208_3708830_300763_n.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/_J1elq7vQDFk/SoPIOiAaWjI/AAAAAAAABm4/GFRqegpXUzc/s400/6088_156868667208_704087208_3708830_300763_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369355332728019506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;appetizer was tomato and mozarella cheeeeeseeeee yum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SoPIOBx01rI/AAAAAAAABmw/ndi8rewGhug/s1600-h/6088_156868717208_704087208_3708839_5213529_n.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/_J1elq7vQDFk/SoPIOBx01rI/AAAAAAAABmw/ndi8rewGhug/s400/6088_156868717208_704087208_3708839_5213529_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369355324076906162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;mushroom soup. with a thin sheet of pastry on top of the bowl. the soup was DIVINE, i tell you. that has got to be the most REAL mushroom soup i've ever tasted. it was like every spoonful of soup i took, ten giant mushrooms must have died to make that one spoonful of heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SoPINk5tnbI/AAAAAAAABmo/giz-cYzW_Qo/s1600-h/6088_156868727208_704087208_3708841_569524_n.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/_J1elq7vQDFk/SoPINk5tnbI/AAAAAAAABmo/giz-cYzW_Qo/s400/6088_156868727208_704087208_3708841_569524_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369355316325359026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;grilled dory?? ( i think) with lemon butter sauce. served with spring vegetables. like this the best=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SoPHtUzNa5I/AAAAAAAABl4/mEzm9npOZvo/s400/6088_156868732208_704087208_3708842_7490367_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369354762247302034" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;grilled chicken breast with rosemary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SoPIM0YFH5I/AAAAAAAABmg/wd_Ae3N4a0g/s1600-h/6560_141551632575_763162575_3347295_7962727_n.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/_J1elq7vQDFk/SoPIM0YFH5I/AAAAAAAABmg/wd_Ae3N4a0g/s400/6560_141551632575_763162575_3347295_7962727_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369355303299391378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;there. this picture is much better, no? i ate quite a lot. because the main course was really really good^^ and no, i'm not a glutton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SoPHtpVq1PI/AAAAAAAABmA/ghp26mDhBJI/s400/6088_156868767208_704087208_3708848_1451095_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369354767760545010" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dessert whee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;what a night it was. MPS seemed cool to me all the sudden. i made lots of contacts that night - company representatives, PRPs, FRPs and possibly my future boss/ colleague. i have to make a contact card soon. so mafan to repeat or write my contact number down all the time. eh shit, i forgot where i placed all those business cards-_-!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;elaine and i stayed overnight. we were the only ones who took advantage of the overnight rooms. cannot resist the temptation of staying in the luxury of the hotel istana. it's a five star hotel dammit and the room is FREE! friend called me out for a night of fun and alcohol..but erm, too tired already. sowweee was dressed up for it..but you know la, when you're lazy nothing can work out=p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;breakfast the next morning. both of us..really reluctant to leave the bed. but stomach ruuumbling, crawled out in the end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SoPHuHNnpzI/AAAAAAAABmI/XVSDBm_97UU/s400/6560_141554912575_763162575_3347359_1219674_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369354775779845938" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i don't eat breakfast. but when you put '5 star hotel' and 'free breakfast' together, anything goes la. it was a breakfast buffet and the spread of food was scrumptious. i started out small..just a few muffins to munch on first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SoPHuq-q5FI/AAAAAAAABmQ/KchehNJxIKQ/s400/6560_141554917575_763162575_3347360_8217317_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369354785380820050" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;elaine's nasi lemak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;but once we heard 'last call for breakfast' (we slept in late), the table was filled up with lots of food suddenly! hehe don't worry we did finish it up. no food went to waste OK=p luckily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SoPHvEuEzaI/AAAAAAAABmY/vh1koDIe1QI/s1600-h/6560_141554922575_763162575_3347361_1627055_n.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/_J1elq7vQDFk/SoPHvEuEzaI/AAAAAAAABmY/vh1koDIe1QI/s400/6560_141554922575_763162575_3347361_1627055_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369354792290536866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;skipped work since i reached home at one thirty afternoon? oh well. what madame doesn't know wouldn't hurt^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;last night, i dreamt of lady gaga..AGAIN. she looked at me and asked softly "why didn't you come?" I was lost for words. her concert in singapore was sold out..and i couldn't win tickets=( she took out a felt tip pen and signed my left wrist with a flourish. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Lady Gaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; "there. something for you to remember me by" we hugged in front of the clicking cameras &lt;i&gt;(Papparazzi song playing the background)&lt;/i&gt; and she left me. standing alone. someone dark held an umbrella over my head. the rain tickled down my neck. sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;her lipstick was cherry pink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;she smelled of Chanel no. 5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;half psychotic, sick hypnotic,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;angel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1155804702490791294-2468115992356392827?l=chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com/feeds/2468115992356392827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1155804702490791294&amp;postID=2468115992356392827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1155804702490791294/posts/default/2468115992356392827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1155804702490791294/posts/default/2468115992356392827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com/2009/08/mps-awards-charity-banquet.html' title='MPS awards charity banquet'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599742061921899806</uri><email>mitochondria-eve@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10488799225000754414'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SoPRL9S6aOI/AAAAAAAABoQ/FOOnvPs3xTw/s72-c/6728_142073732781_837407781_3285892_4086881_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1155804702490791294.post-433302240543054462</id><published>2009-08-05T19:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T20:53:57.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>energy up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;hello hello! ah it has been a beautiful week..lots of fun and enjoyment over the days. attended mini gatherings with friends and wow, the magic of it! uplifts my mood all the time (it gets down when you are doing the same thing EVERY SINGLE DAY), keeps me level headed with my peers, to know what's going on with each other lives and advice when neccessary. it also helps me ensure that i am in line with what i want and plan to do. It's easy to get bored this loooong holiday but if you manage your free time well and fill it in with beneficial activities, you'll find that one month goes by in a snap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;anyway to keep you updated, i have been very busy. BUSY. but i love being busy. it makes me feel important and knowing that i play a constructive role in the activities i am involved in makes my time and effort worth while. yes, i'm still onto my part time job. however, starting next week, i'll be taking my wednesdays off so that i have time to spend in IMU. my mission there is to help guide the first years through their practical sessions. the job is smtg like that of a laboratory assistant (difference is there's no pay) but hey, this opportunity doesn't come by very often does it? besides lending a helping hand or two to the juniors, i wish to take this lovely opportunity to see how it is like to be teaching students. if a career in teaching is what i am interested in, then i might have to strongly consider pursuing a phd in near future. also, i want to take full advantage of the library to do some revision before i start work in the hospital of which i'm posted to. ZING! i just had a hair cut and realized that my hair is seriously damaged. so i have no choice but to consider cutting it short soon.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;this sunday would make an interesting mark in my calender. the malaysian pharmaceutical society is organizing an Awards Charity Banquet to raise funds for the MPS building and a charitable organization as well as to reward outstanding pharmacists. Now, this banquet will be held in the evening of 9th August 2009 at the Grand Mahkota Ballroom. Hotel Istana, Kuala Lumpur and we have YB Dato Sri Liow Tiong Lai to grace the event with his honourable presence=) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Recognition is given to pharmacists in many different arenas such as:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;MPS-Young Pharmacist Award&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;MPS-Pharmacist Entrepeuner of the Year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;MPS-Hospital Pharmacist of the Year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;MPS-Pristine Community Pharmacist of the Year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;MPS-Industrial Pharmacist of the Year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;MPS-Academia Pharmacist of the Year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wah gives me semangat to work hard for public recognition=p i so so gila attention. Eh seriously i thought the whole thing sounds boring la at first..but the night will also feature a fashion show with entertaining celebrities! And suddenly MPS seemed quite cool already. There are also great prizes to be won such as LCD TVs, computer ntebooks and return flight tickets. return flight only? then how am i to go there leh..have to buy lo. cheh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, i will be participating in the event as an escort. what do escorts do? i have been informed that we are in charge of signing in the guests, usher the guests to their seats and guide the guests of honour on stage so that they can give their speeches. sounds like fun eh=) we'll be busy so i guess my 5 inch heels is out of question for the night..but it is the perfect touch to my ensemble=/ grrrr supposedly all escorts have to wear black dresses which are deemed APPROPRIATE for a formal event like this. but knowing me. my black dresses are either too short or too revealing. bummer so i went shopping at a nearbly boutique and bought a freaking tubish black dress for this event ONLY. but hehe. i love my purchase..i am trying to think up some fashionable ways that will allow me to wear this dress when i work in hosp. i planned out my accessories and make up for the night already! chosen colors: black, silver and PINK. pink is a must, cannot leave it out from my final ensemble. KENOT. it's signature angeline already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;will post up photos of the event. hopefully someone brings a camera. or maybe i will bring my DSLR? think think think how. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;oh yes, watched one of Sri Kuala Lumpur's theatre production titled the Wizard of Oz which is one of the few favourite childhood stories i grew up with in my younger years. attended this charitable event with crystal and ivan. a little skeptical about attending the play at first..would it be boring because of the inexperienced child actors? but i was wrong..so wrong! i have never seen a more talented bunch of young actors in one stage. seriously. i took 200 plus photos which is yet to be published in facebook. i hope to have a little more time in my hands so that i can edit them and publish it soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/Snl9t6HOJLI/AAAAAAAABlo/ZOBmyRkTzx8/s400/P7246829.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366458658635785394" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the main actress who played dorothy. she lives in a bungalow near mine. imma go stalk her. hehe just joking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;what's my fav character, you may ask. and my answer would be:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/Snl9ua0HYrI/AAAAAAAABlw/v635o2Eu-XI/s400/P7246716.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366458667414020786" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the wicked witch of the west&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i am ng angeline and i am never lazy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;toodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1155804702490791294-433302240543054462?l=chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com/feeds/433302240543054462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1155804702490791294&amp;postID=433302240543054462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1155804702490791294/posts/default/433302240543054462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1155804702490791294/posts/default/433302240543054462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com/2009/08/energy-up.html' title='energy up!'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599742061921899806</uri><email>mitochondria-eve@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10488799225000754414'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/Snl9t6HOJLI/AAAAAAAABlo/ZOBmyRkTzx8/s72-c/P7246829.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1155804702490791294.post-8300200109868665594</id><published>2009-07-31T15:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T20:19:44.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gimme your disco stick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i ran and ran as fast as my legs could carry me..down the corridor, went into the girls bathroom and hid myself in a small corner of the cubicle where i thought she wouldn't go looking for me. i clasped my mouth with what i realized, pale hands that shivered in fear. i tried to breathe slowly &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;inhale..exhale..inhale..exhale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; i wouldn't want to let out any suspicious sound that would threathen my position in my little hideout. so i breathed very slowwwwly. there. not a sound heard. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;where is she?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; the coast must be clear, i thought. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;is it ok for me to go out now? maybe she's gone elsewhere and i can make an escape..OMG i am a genius at hiding myself! shuddup angeline. okok maybe i will get up and see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;..&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;clack clack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; i stopped moving a muscle. oh no! she's here. SHE'S HERE. i tried to locate her shadow &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;clack clack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; she's making her way to the further end of the bathroom and &lt;i&gt;bham!&lt;/i&gt; she kicked a cubicle door open. &lt;i&gt;oh shit! is she going to do that till she reaches my cubicle? my hideout? i am so going to die beside a toilet bowl OMG!&lt;/i&gt; but she didn't and it may have seemed that she had given up and was going to walk out of the bathroom &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;clack&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;clack&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;clack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; *fades away* relief flooded in like a broken dam. thank you god. oh thank you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;BHAM!&lt;/i&gt; my cubicle door opened with great force and it almost hit me square on the face. SHIT SHE FOUND ME OMG OMG OMG A smile creeped on her face..her lips curled in the ends. a very satisfying yet alluring smile. she made her way towards me &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;clack clack clack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; i tried to move backwards but how behind can you go when you are already in a corner. she placed her legs on both sides of my torso and looked down. in my thoughts, if i was going to die here, god bless my soul that he has sent this magnificent creature of his to do the bidding. with long blonde hair that cascaded down her well-defined shoulders, heavily accentuated curves, a graceful body to match and eyes that stare right through your soul. her perfume..oh my. bergamot and sicilian lemon. i wanted to close my eyes and indulge in the scent of what it seems coming from the angel of death. she picked me up by the collar and i was soon up on my heels. we were standing so close to each other, our noses were touching. she removed her vintage versace sunglasses. she moved on to caress the right side of my cheek. it felt numb. cold. i felt a tingle of sorts at soft points where her fingers touched my neck. the grip tightened and she said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Give me your disco stick"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I screamed and screamed. eh wait..disco stick. disco stick? but..but..i am a girl. and girls aren't supposed to have disco sticks right? wtf something is wrong. golly, lady gaga got the wrong person! i am spared! i can continue to live on! so i gathered some courage to mutter our the fact that i'm a girl and that no, i don't have a disco stick to give her. however, lady gaga continued on. she smelled my hair and said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"It doesn't matter. I want YOU"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OMG i am so dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/1155804702490791294-8300200109868665594?l=chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com/feeds/8300200109868665594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1155804702490791294&amp;postID=8300200109868665594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1155804702490791294/posts/default/8300200109868665594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1155804702490791294/posts/default/8300200109868665594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com/2009/07/yesterdays-nightmare.html' title='gimme your disco stick'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599742061921899806</uri><email>mitochondria-eve@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10488799225000754414'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1155804702490791294.post-4807845408061730214</id><published>2009-07-29T18:35:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T19:49:43.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>your glorious fibreness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;imagine soft warm fresh bread in front of you...sigh. it's a little chuck of baked heaven just waiting to be tasted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SnA0JveiBjI/AAAAAAAABlI/pYPtpKIx8k8/s400/206475539_fbe8c88c03.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363844498166253106" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the aroma of freshly baked bread is so bewitching. like looong invisible fingers that hook me by the nostrils, making it hard for me to resist the temptation of entering the bakery. the smell is so comforting, it fills your heart with happiness and it screams "i know you want me. so eat me QUICK!" OMG bread can control my thoughts and emotions at times. and when i take a bite at it, the warmness spreads in your stomach, cuddling me from the inside with each well placed bite. When you're feeling down or need a small pick-me-up, just place your bread of choice into the oven and smother with a thick coat of butter and jeebus! comfort food ready yum yum=) that's when i found out the ultimate truth..i think i'm in love. with bread wtf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SnA21YQ7VLI/AAAAAAAABlY/9G1VDLHZ2Js/s1600-h/bread.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SnA21YQ7VLI/AAAAAAAABlY/9G1VDLHZ2Js/s400/bread.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363847446872675506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;but you see, not many people see bread in its divine form. it doesn't get the respect it deserves. why? &lt;i&gt;bread can make you fat. bread so starchy la. bread is converted to sugar after it is digested. kenot la too much sugar make you fat! bread is fat fat FAT.&lt;/i&gt; ah shuddup la..leave bread lovers alone. i tell you, i can go all day having bread in each meal. it doesn't mean plain bread with butter and jam only. for example in the morning you could start off with french toast served with honey, lunch could be mushroom soup with a basket of garlic bread and dinner would be erm..an open sandwich that consist of a thick slice of wholemeal bread, slices of grilled chicken breast, carrot shavings and lettuce with a drizzle teriyaki sauce OMG OMG OMG so hungry now. so you see, bread is so versatile and you can practically pair up with any food you like. I don't know why i love bread the way that i do, but i can't help it. there are many bread lovers like me out there too. online, i found this anonymous group of I Love Bread people who shares personal stories and experiences and they too have support group forums. OMG support group? that serious, mate?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;timid me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: hhhhh...hi. i'mmmm *stutter* angel..ine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: HI ANGELINE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;timid me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: iii..iii have *gulp* an obsession. or an addd..ddddiction, you might sayyyy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;support group leader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: go on, angeline. we are here to share your worries. we are a F-A-M-I-L-Y.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;timid me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: okkk. ILOVEBREAD *says quickly and hides face*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: AWWWWWwwwww. WE LOVE THEM TOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;timid me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: *smiles in hope* reallllyyyyy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;support group. that's cute. yeap i just had to write something about my love interest. glorious bread! i can almost hear the hallelujah chorus...ruby, the gorgeous little thing she is has just learned how to fetch. aww i feel like buying her a whole box of treats! but let's not spoil her..oh nono. out to gym soon, got to get ready^^ i'm looking forward to the fashionista bazaar this 15 of august..and it is like they say "by shoppers, for shoppers". held at 3K centre, Subang from 11-7pm so come along and join in the fun! stay in fashion without burning a hole in your pockets=) shane dawson is the coolest thing i came across on youtube these recent months. he is soooo original wtf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SnA1KI6jh8I/AAAAAAAABlQ/mG21_ROVYvA/s1600-h/twilight01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SnA1KI6jh8I/AAAAAAAABlQ/mG21_ROVYvA/s400/twilight01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363845604506306498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so random i know new moon edward cullen OMG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;gym .out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;angel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/1155804702490791294-4807845408061730214?l=chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com/feeds/4807845408061730214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1155804702490791294&amp;postID=4807845408061730214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1155804702490791294/posts/default/4807845408061730214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1155804702490791294/posts/default/4807845408061730214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com/2009/07/your-glorious-fibreness.html' title='your glorious fibreness'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599742061921899806</uri><email>mitochondria-eve@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10488799225000754414'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SnA0JveiBjI/AAAAAAAABlI/pYPtpKIx8k8/s72-c/206475539_fbe8c88c03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1155804702490791294.post-2727703033173466324</id><published>2009-07-28T00:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T00:38:11.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the golden retriever named ruby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;update: OMG facebook is losing its appeal to me these days. it's getting boring day by day wtf&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;how long do you want me to wait? it's been a week and my new car still isn't parked at the driveway grrr. i suppose there's the paperwork..but it has been one week! *angeline marches to and fro on the driveway* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;smart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;smart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;smart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;anyway! we just brought home the loveliest creature we've ever set our eyes on and we're calling her ruby. ruby is a young golden retriever with a bubbly nature. initially, she was so timid and quiet in the car during the ride back home but once we released her in our garden, she went aloha! she ran and ran to every corner of the lawn, chewed grass, chased frogs, ran again and chewed more grass. that gorgeous creature is now the latest addition to our family of five and what a beauty she is=) imma buy a pink leash tmr..and maybe throw in a pink collar too. blinged with diamond studs haha OMG well, you know me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1155804702490791294-2727703033173466324?l=chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com/feeds/2727703033173466324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1155804702490791294&amp;postID=2727703033173466324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1155804702490791294/posts/default/2727703033173466324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1155804702490791294/posts/default/2727703033173466324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com/2009/07/golden-retriever-named-ruby.html' title='the golden retriever named ruby'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599742061921899806</uri><email>mitochondria-eve@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10488799225000754414'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1155804702490791294.post-4441381323301309770</id><published>2009-07-26T21:23:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T22:35:39.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my super lazy sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;update: internet is freaking screwed out *angeline slaps mr. streamyx in the face*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;this is one lazy weekend i tell you. i've done nothing productive except sleeping away these two days. i mean its a looong holiday before i start work so i guess a few days dedicated to sleeping is forgivable. now you've really got to blame the boredom that weaves between all the free time that you have. it's like no matter how much i try to occupy myself with activities..i always end up with plenty more hours to burn and that's when i fall asleep zzzz. i have been doing lots of reading these days, been spending more time at home than outside because of the H1N1 spread, enquiring about part-time courses (from home), re-cleaning x10 my room and doing odd jobs here &amp;amp; there. There was once i offered to mow the lawn of my house just so i can spend the morning off doing something! This is of course a very rare offer and it's a crazy offer judging by the size of the lawn. anyway!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SmxjvUorTrI/AAAAAAAABks/K_T3O_7sO4o/s1600-h/chickenekman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SmxjvUorTrI/AAAAAAAABks/K_T3O_7sO4o/s400/chickenekman.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362770920935739058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i have the same range of emotions like this chicken here. wow spot on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Been dying to get a change of hairstyle. You know, to mark the beginning of everything..starting from getting a new car, my first job (soon), creating my own independence, basking in the light of new, unfounded freedom. a new haircut is like chopping away layers of your past and flaunting the new you. my friends gave me the green light. they were like "yeah it's gonna be a different look you're after but i think it'll work out well for you". when i told my mum, my grand plan to cut my hair shoulder-length, she's like, "don't compromise your own style just to keep in trend. your friends identify you with your long hair so don't you go chopping them off so you look more like your idol (aka lady gaga)" wtf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/Smxi3wm3GpI/AAAAAAAABkk/K7FrW-lY-mc/s1600-h/IMG_1940.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/_J1elq7vQDFk/Smxi3wm3GpI/AAAAAAAABkk/K7FrW-lY-mc/s400/IMG_1940.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362769966371642002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my curls ain't that gorgeous anymore compared to when i first had them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SmxiBy3XQcI/AAAAAAAABkc/XgfiUG1dMgU/s1600-h/nicricmyspa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SmxiBy3XQcI/AAAAAAAABkc/XgfiUG1dMgU/s400/nicricmyspa.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362769039264793026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i want a simple yet clean haircut like nicole richie's. government hospitals don't have the luxury of air-conditioned wards you know! hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;my hair is so not suitable in this hot and humid malaysian weather. plus curls are difficult to maintain. everytime i get off the shower room, i spend so much time priming my curls so that i'll have a nice hair day tomorrow. and the scary thing is that everytime i run my fingers through my hair when i shower, i get a whole bunch of hair between my fingers and that's like really scary. normal fall out rate is like 50 strands a day but this is like equivalent to the hair fall off rate of a cancer patient under chemotherapy. huge cry of concern here! complained to my mum and all she says "yup. you may have cancer. being bald saves money on hair products and i think its cool" @_@ FML. love my mum's sarcasm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;anyway, this week will be great despite not able to join my friends on their road trip to malacca. instead of the proposed weekend, they had to go with weekdays (mon to wed). can't go liddat..i have a part-time job and other commitments as well. i could just drop off work for three days since it's part-time after all but i'd rather not cause any inconveniences to my employer. case close. it's a good decision, nothing to feel bad about=/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;shit. coffee addiction. strikes. again. before work, after work, after dinner. wowwee no wonder la vampirism so prevalent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SmxkvJGjg4I/AAAAAAAABk0/Ex4M61DnBNE/s400/DSC_8400.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362772017351459714" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i miss my friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;tuesday dinner onz mou?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;angel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1155804702490791294-4441381323301309770?l=chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com/feeds/4441381323301309770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1155804702490791294&amp;postID=4441381323301309770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1155804702490791294/posts/default/4441381323301309770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1155804702490791294/posts/default/4441381323301309770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-super-lazy-sunday.html' title='my super lazy sunday'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599742061921899806</uri><email>mitochondria-eve@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10488799225000754414'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SmxjvUorTrI/AAAAAAAABks/K_T3O_7sO4o/s72-c/chickenekman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1155804702490791294.post-1606831416982441739</id><published>2009-07-23T20:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T21:13:46.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>energy leach attacks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SmhfIlQxDZI/AAAAAAAABkU/5gNl3Mh5y4k/s1600-h/P7236483.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/_J1elq7vQDFk/SmhfIlQxDZI/AAAAAAAABkU/5gNl3Mh5y4k/s400/P7236483.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361639957430603154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;crystal won first place in gymnastics at school today. made a congratulatory hummingbird cake. she likes it. effort feels appreciated^^ though i made a mental note to myself not to add dessicated coconut into any of the cakes i make in near future (hate the taste)=p i had a beautiful outing with my girlfriends today. catch ups, gossips, reminiscences, the works. all i feel like doing the rest of the night is curl up on the sofa and finish reading the book of winston churchill and his great wars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;good night. lazy to layan the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1155804702490791294-1606831416982441739?l=chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com/feeds/1606831416982441739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1155804702490791294&amp;postID=1606831416982441739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1155804702490791294/posts/default/1606831416982441739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1155804702490791294/posts/default/1606831416982441739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com/2009/07/energy-leach-attacks.html' title='energy leach attacks'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599742061921899806</uri><email>mitochondria-eve@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10488799225000754414'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SmhfIlQxDZI/AAAAAAAABkU/5gNl3Mh5y4k/s72-c/P7236483.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1155804702490791294.post-2357269048078371475</id><published>2009-07-22T21:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T23:17:07.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my favourite word: epiphany!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i had an epiphany yesterday. boy, what a divine manifestation of realization it was! and it struck me when i was watching an episode of oprah winfrey. i catch her talk shows everyday (with my mum=p) but this one..this one was just different. it struck me hard on the fact that life's short, so put yourself out there, have fun and do everything that makes you happy. AND because life is short, the things that we do should be outlined with passion because it is pure passion that will get you far - it fuels you with the drive and motivation to pursue greater things. i'm seriously excited about this..my brain is revving up with encouraging thoughts projecting from all directions of the cortex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SmcspOPUYFI/AAAAAAAABkE/j8Omy_BkVEQ/s400/chickenreject.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 398px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361302968116469842" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;this does not mean, however, that i will put aside my career as a pharmacist or anything like that. I too am passionate about my job because it is within my life's calling to help the needy  in terms of public healthcare and improving their quality of life in which i believe health professionals these days care less about. There's something i realized is that we've become so much more money-oriented upon and after graduation IMO. During the first half of the course, we were enthusiastic about making a difference in people's lives through patient care with making utmost use of our compassion and knowledge in medicine, lifestyle and healthcare - it's all about helping people, you know. QOL. but after graduation, we're overly concerned with how much we'll make, the things we will possess later in life or whether we can get a certain this or that with our salary. All this have clouded our initial motivation for pursuing pharmacy in the first place *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, money should not be our ultimate goal. Because at any time you start something with the idea that money's everything. you're going to end up making decisions that are based on greed, based on short-term goals, and not eventually long-term happiness. That's what I've learned from Gurbaksh Chahal, a millionaire mogul. So really, go ahead, find out what your true passion is, what your strengths are and figure life through these elements. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know what mine is and i'm going to start taking action in doing something i'm passionate about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;currently inspired, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;angel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SmctPreg9vI/AAAAAAAABkM/cLT-QCbEeHM/s1600-h/PhotoFunia-18f30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SmctPreg9vI/AAAAAAAABkM/cLT-QCbEeHM/s400/PhotoFunia-18f30.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361303628799866610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/1155804702490791294-2357269048078371475?l=chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com/feeds/2357269048078371475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1155804702490791294&amp;postID=2357269048078371475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1155804702490791294/posts/default/2357269048078371475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1155804702490791294/posts/default/2357269048078371475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-favourite-word-epiphany.html' title='my favourite word: epiphany!'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599742061921899806</uri><email>mitochondria-eve@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10488799225000754414'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SmcspOPUYFI/AAAAAAAABkE/j8Omy_BkVEQ/s72-c/chickenreject.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1155804702490791294.post-5955271010706500866</id><published>2009-07-10T11:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T00:14:22.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RAWR It's Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;are you wondering what you could do during this weekend? i know i am. actually this question is semi-intended for me but anyway, let's make it a general question and so you can read my answer=p if you aren't doing anything, you could head down to the DaiCon anime convention at Multimedia University, Cyberjaya held this July 11 and 12. This event will be a blast if you are a fan of manga and anime..like me=) WAI LEONG, ARE YOU READING THIS!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SlcrlTNuD3I/AAAAAAAABjU/csoBpw2eDbM/s400/P6286178.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356798201593466738" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i took this photo and golly, it's so pretty=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This convention is organized by the university's anime club called Enima and by reviewing the highlights created for this weekend, looks like they worked hard at organizing it. spells fun all the way^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The main highlight is Chihara Minori LIVE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/Slcoi6ybA4I/AAAAAAAABi0/dp4HQKkg1AA/s400/seiup_1201541705088.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356794862141899650" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She's a popular Japanese singer and &lt;i&gt;seiyuu &lt;/i&gt;in many well-known anime series. for example The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya (Yuki Nagato), Lucky Star, Tenjho Tenge and Ikki Tousen: Dragon Destiny. So kalau you minat sama dia, don't forget to get tickets to her concert, priced at RM 250 and RM 150. I think it's quite expensive..won't even bother getting them. I'll just stand from afar and listen to whatever's audible from the concert hall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/Slcp5FcQ5zI/AAAAAAAABjM/pswGiQm5fZw/s400/the-melancholy-of-suzumiya-haruhi-sos-dan-radio-shibu-bangai-hen-cd-vol1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 392px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356796342470502194" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the melancholy of haruhi suzumiya-chan. i didn't know it was her who sang the ending theme single 'hare hare yukai' with aya hirano and yuko goto till recently-_-!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c5G5bD2Do-k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c5G5bD2Do-k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this dance is epic doh~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SlcpnWglhdI/AAAAAAAABjE/beziEk2eg5s/s400/1921-lucky_star.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 393px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356796037814388178" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lucky star! this is one funny anime series=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Because with that money from buying a concert tix, you can buy anime collectibles from &lt;i&gt;Kareshi Kanojyo No Mise&lt;/i&gt; - a popular Singaporean anime merchandise store. yeap, its their first time in malaysia and ivan is hoping to get his hands on some hard-to-get anime dolls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SlcpeuZPcKI/AAAAAAAABi8/FdBfasJ3boE/s400/canadian_maid_cafe.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356795889607209122" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cafe maids are the modern geishas of japan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bet he'll go wild at the 'maid cafe' once his coffee and cakes are served by ladies clad in tailor-made costumes. Tokyo is famous for their maid cafes (to be a maid you have to be skilled and graceful, not easy ok!) and if you haven't been into one, then this maid cafe right here may provide the experience you crave. some guys i know love those maid cafes because it fulfills part of their 'fantasy'..urgh no more details here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SlctW_4MtXI/AAAAAAAABjc/VmrV5Q9emQQ/s400/060613_Cafe.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356800154908013938" /&gt;girls, there are also cafes where perfect-looking male waiters serve your cuppa. oh! why hasn't anyone establish the concept of maid cafes here in malaysia? bummer. can make a lot of money eh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There's a figurine mall and a J-Pop exhibition. AND of course cosplay contests! I don't have a gothic lolita or cosplay outfit to parade in but it is interesting to watch people donned in their best costumes while they indulge into the mind of the character that they are trying to portray. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SlcvwHjn0tI/AAAAAAAABjk/cpB0F_xH0F8/s400/P6286236.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356802785489179346" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hehe hopefully he attends the convention too^^ which i think he will!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i just had my dinner and hurried back to my room to finish this post. i've heard mixed reviews on the curious case of benjamin button so i'm going to watch it and be the judge myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;honestly, i'm feeling a little bored with my current part-time job of being a waitress. It was all fun initially because i have the occupational curiosity to drive me through and challenging sometimes when you have to learn how to make all 25 drinks in like 2 days. A bigger challenge? Bad customers. They try to psycho you into thinking you did something wrong with their order..gave them the wrong food, did not follow their food specifications blah blah. objective: compensation, free food, discounts and whatsoever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/Slc_Wj6kYHI/AAAAAAAABj0/nLnHirlOXtE/s400/50sWaitress48119.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356819938611060850" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;why can't my waitress outfit be as chio as this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here's one that happened yesterday. This stupid customer and her group of ten ordered the carrot cake for dessert. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I asked them whether they would like some cream cheese as cake topping and they said no need lo. I didn't have time to serve the cake (work time finish) so my colleague took over. When she served the cake, that lady dared to complain (she saw me leaving) saying that she asked for cream cheese on the carrot cake. my friend said if she wants it, it'll be additional 8 bucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;that woman acting like a humongous baby said that she wasn't informed (and why bother you with the cost of additional topping when clearly you didn't ask for it also) and that she wants her cake topping plus the entire cake FOC for a mistake that wasn't even ours. i wasn't there but from what i heard my friend was furious and almost fought with the customer over this matter. then she finally decided to take back the carrot cake they refused to pay simply because there wasn't any topping and let them go cake-less. A bunch of datins huh..fake la you! i bet you bought that title. your husband included. KNNBCCB stuff the carrot cake in your mouth to keep it shut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/Slc_Wyz3mDI/AAAAAAAABj8/uRUNUp2rL24/s400/waitress-britney-500x758.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356819942609492018" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i wouldn't mind wearing this=) tip me baby one more time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;zzzz...zzz...zz...z OK! better now. making apple pie tmr! i watched all the youtube videos that teaches on how to make a pie lattice and i think its quite easy. wish me luck and if you want to try it, erm...too bad la hehe make your own^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p/s whoever said the curious case of benjamin button was bad or somewhere along that line, you're wrong. it is the most touching movie i've ever watched. i cried=/ oh someone, pass me a hanky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*sniff*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1155804702490791294-5955271010706500866?l=chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com/feeds/5955271010706500866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1155804702490791294&amp;postID=5955271010706500866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1155804702490791294/posts/default/5955271010706500866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1155804702490791294/posts/default/5955271010706500866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com/2009/07/rawr-its-friday.html' title='RAWR It&apos;s Friday!'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599742061921899806</uri><email>mitochondria-eve@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10488799225000754414'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SlcrlTNuD3I/AAAAAAAABjU/csoBpw2eDbM/s72-c/P6286178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1155804702490791294.post-2382903768048003232</id><published>2009-07-07T10:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T11:14:40.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>great!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;carol forwarded this email from maxis containing a picture which now adorns my desktop background. super happy when i received it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SlK654DElHI/AAAAAAAABis/VI2LPKR_WAo/s400/lady+gaga.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355548410357519474" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;you're right if you guessed it has something to do with lady gaga hehe now i have two photos for keepsake whee! for those who didn't know, lady gaga will be performing a full-blown concert this august the 12th down south (singapore that is). i need to get my paws on those tics and my ass down in sg but the only thing stopping me are my parents...and the H1N1 pandemic wory. hmph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;just got back from jusco. nicholas is coming over so got to have lots of food stored in the fridge. i expect the house to be blasted with the sounds of gun-shooting and rocket launchers. AND we're going to rock and roll tonight. the guitar hero is paying us a visit^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;gtg. need to prepare for work. physically and mentally. those annoying customers can really test my patience. to turn that anger into a smile, that's mental strain heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;lunch call, bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/1155804702490791294-2382903768048003232?l=chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com/feeds/2382903768048003232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1155804702490791294&amp;postID=2382903768048003232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1155804702490791294/posts/default/2382903768048003232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1155804702490791294/posts/default/2382903768048003232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com/2009/07/great.html' title='great!'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599742061921899806</uri><email>mitochondria-eve@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10488799225000754414'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SlK654DElHI/AAAAAAAABis/VI2LPKR_WAo/s72-c/lady+gaga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1155804702490791294.post-2201559812956593350</id><published>2009-07-05T19:13:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T20:31:52.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new lights make me happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;am very happy to get new lighting installed in my room yesterday. i'd have to say my room is a little different from the main interior design of the house which carries a victorian theme to it. mine screams IKEA! most of the decorative pieces in my room comes from ikea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;unlike my mum, i'm not a big fan of antique wooden furniture, gold-plated table decorations or dark wallpapers with huge roses covering every inch of the wall. i like to keep things to the minimal, having lots of space, contemporary designs, chic colors and giving the walls a busy look with huge artworks (to my mum's distaste).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SlCcW1mqLjI/AAAAAAAABic/gDH86Screes/s400/Victorian+sitting+room.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 387px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354951873103801906" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is a classic victorian room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SlCcvr2cNjI/AAAAAAAABik/FR7gLsr9SbA/s400/400_F_2688199_s2GQE2hq0ATH4jt2DeJ6G4EAydvEWK.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354952299982370354" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;now you're speaking my language babeh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SlCP0d6IFRI/AAAAAAAABiU/HaMI-eNBgxQ/s400/1726700898_902c8b36ac.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354938088487916818" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;anyway, i wanted to enhance the study area of my room by fixing some decorative lights under my book shelf. Not only does it make my study space look less dull, the lights are so bright that there's actually no need for a study lamp anymore=) mr goodlight, i'm sorry i have to put you in the storage box now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SlCMKHVGlkI/AAAAAAAABh0/5gjDtc8XuFI/s400/P7046410.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354934062337660482" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i bought these multi-use lighting for like RM69. three light pieces in a box, made of stainless steel and glass. ikea items are female-friendly. really! i have to admit i'm very bad in kemahiran hidup skills. i can't even fix a tv to save my own life. but ikea products comes with an instruction guide that's so easy to understand even a noob like me can make a standing furniture or spring electrical appliances to life=) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SlCMLHH_eUI/AAAAAAAABiE/54IcxwIxMqI/s400/P7046415.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354934079462537538" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;but you know a noob has her limitations. so leave the hard part like using a drill to a man. in this case, it was my brother who was forced to help me out here=p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SlCMKhGNodI/AAAAAAAABh8/VvN3GtW2XOE/s400/P7046413.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354934069254529490" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;screw the nails in to support the light pieces onto the surface of the shelf and voila! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SlCMLkuS_0I/AAAAAAAABiM/VkuKRd0_Qzw/s400/P7056432.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354934087407828802" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the end result. look how wonderful it is whee! i use my study space more often now (increased by 30%) just to enjoy the pretty brightness of my newly fixed lights=) sometimes its just the little changes you make that turns your own space into a relaxing sanctuary where it's just you, enjoying the time you have for yourself. i know i love my space so mum, leave yr wallpapers outside!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;now, i need more picture frames and a decorative tree to hang my jewellery. this calls for more shopping!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1155804702490791294-2201559812956593350?l=chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com/feeds/2201559812956593350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1155804702490791294&amp;postID=2201559812956593350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1155804702490791294/posts/default/2201559812956593350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1155804702490791294/posts/default/2201559812956593350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-lights-make-me-happy.html' title='new lights make me happy'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599742061921899806</uri><email>mitochondria-eve@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10488799225000754414'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SlCcW1mqLjI/AAAAAAAABic/gDH86Screes/s72-c/Victorian+sitting+room.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1155804702490791294.post-2815907293016963029</id><published>2009-07-05T14:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T15:18:36.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>introducing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;zee avi. heard of that name? her song 'bitterheart' have been breaking into radiowaves for the past month and it's one of my favourite songs on my playlist. her album is what i'm listening to this beautiful sunday, melodies of untouched, natural paradise. Her songs have a dark twist to it. You'll hear lyrics on her hopeful quest towards finding love but at the same time, is equally aware of heartaches that lurks around the corner when not careful which is inevitably the reality of modern romance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SlBNJxUf2XI/AAAAAAAABhs/BTFmATke1lg/s400/orig-7991971.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 305px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354864787196991858" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;zee avi has an old soul. but she's only 23! and the surprise came in when i found out she's from miri, sarawak. she has been producing songs locally for a long time but it was an international label that discovered her talent through youtube and placed her under the limelight she deserves. malaysia very slowww leh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N16W7_NOtr4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N16W7_NOtr4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;bitterheart oh bitterheart of mine (if you like this then listen to her other song titled &lt;i&gt;Poppy&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;what i'm trying to say here is that i'm very much in love with her music. a little bit like norah jones, a teaspoon more on the sultry side=D i know, i know you might ask what happens to lady gaga then? don't worry. nothing beats my addiction for pop-ate-my-heart lady gaga but you know, receiving the same constant stimulus makes you sensitized for awhile. relax with zee avi first and just dance with my pokerface later with lady gaga^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GOnoz-f43RI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GOnoz-f43RI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ehehe both sides cheated. best song i dengar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the poppy took my baby away from me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;angel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1155804702490791294-2815907293016963029?l=chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com/feeds/2815907293016963029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1155804702490791294&amp;postID=2815907293016963029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1155804702490791294/posts/default/2815907293016963029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1155804702490791294/posts/default/2815907293016963029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com/2009/07/introducing.html' title='introducing'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599742061921899806</uri><email>mitochondria-eve@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10488799225000754414'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SlBNJxUf2XI/AAAAAAAABhs/BTFmATke1lg/s72-c/orig-7991971.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1155804702490791294.post-7378881427378103028</id><published>2009-07-04T00:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T00:12:09.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>leather and jeans, garage glamarous</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S3_mpuSsC94&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S3_mpuSsC94&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok just one more and i'm signing off. lady gaga's latest music video, paparazzi. one word: amazing. all the more reasons why i love her wowweee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1155804702490791294-7378881427378103028?l=chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com/feeds/7378881427378103028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1155804702490791294&amp;postID=7378881427378103028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1155804702490791294/posts/default/7378881427378103028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1155804702490791294/posts/default/7378881427378103028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com/2009/07/leather-and-jeans-garage-glamarous.html' title='leather and jeans, garage glamarous'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599742061921899806</uri><email>mitochondria-eve@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10488799225000754414'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1155804702490791294.post-4432332399001530142</id><published>2009-07-03T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T22:09:35.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>p-p-p-pokerface-p-p-pokerface</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;check this out. chris daughtry's acoustic version of pokerface by the one and only..wait for it..lady gaga! do you like chris's cover of the song? i think i'll pass. but do tell me what you think abt it=)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T3RnP-IRgmU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T3RnP-IRgmU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mum mum mum mah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1155804702490791294-4432332399001530142?l=chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com/feeds/4432332399001530142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1155804702490791294&amp;postID=4432332399001530142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1155804702490791294/posts/default/4432332399001530142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1155804702490791294/posts/default/4432332399001530142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com/2009/07/p-p-p-pokerface-p-p-pokerface.html' title='p-p-p-pokerface-p-p-pokerface'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599742061921899806</uri><email>mitochondria-eve@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10488799225000754414'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1155804702490791294.post-9211836550724381885</id><published>2009-06-28T00:11:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T01:15:58.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>animangaki!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tmr's an exciting day. why? you may ask..well, it's the Animangaki event organized by the Sunway University College Anime Club (SUAC)^^ This is the second time SUAC has had something like this happening in their campus (i think) and i hope this year's gonna be a blast. I'm looking forward to it and fingers crossed that it does not disappoint!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SkZEsLDc_BI/AAAAAAAABgk/ms82ker87FU/s1600-h/poster2a3-499x709.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SkZEsLDc_BI/AAAAAAAABgk/ms82ker87FU/s400/poster2a3-499x709.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352040732848618514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;promotional poster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Animangaki 2009&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Date:&lt;/b&gt; 27-28 June 2009 (Saturday and Sunday)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Time:&lt;/b&gt; 10am until 6pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Venue:&lt;/b&gt; Sunway University College Multi Purpose Hall, 4th floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There will be loads of activities such as a karaoke competition, an art competition,, mini omatsuri, movie screenings, DDRs!, live J-Rock bands and what interest me the most, cosplay competitions whee! Wowwee all the hype that's being created here just by mentioning the line-up of activities..can't wait! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;RM 8 admission fee. I'm like thinking what to wear now. But horr I don't have anything fancy to wear darn it! -_- oh ya, to bring my dslr. better charge the battery now before I forget^^!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;oh if you don't know what's cosplay..cosplay (short for costum roleplay) is where the participant tries to emulate a certain anime character or even an idea using very elaborate costumes and accessories. very popular in japan and now the cosplay virus is streaming fast into many countries including malaysia. let me show you a few successful attempts in cosplay that i've seen online.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SkZMgAlR0jI/AAAAAAAABhM/ewdqOkZn5J4/s1600-h/d_gray_man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SkZMgAlR0jI/AAAAAAAABhM/ewdqOkZn5J4/s400/d_gray_man.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352049319972295218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;some cosplayers do splurge a lot of money into making their costumes a spot on replica of their favourite anime's outfit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SkZMcqYIn8I/AAAAAAAABhE/ctWiqTjLsIs/s1600-h/cosplay_tifa01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SkZMcqYIn8I/AAAAAAAABhE/ctWiqTjLsIs/s400/cosplay_tifa01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352049262471978946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tifa lockhart of final fantasy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SkZMSL6E0QI/AAAAAAAABgs/dyM15EhGnv4/s400/0010x08d.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352049082494144770" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sexy genjo sanzo (the priest who smokes and shoots a gun) - this is picture perfect! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SkZONnMKOuI/AAAAAAAABhU/oCkBkBOHs_w/s400/gensomaden_saiyuki05.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352051202941663970" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from one of my favourite anime, gensomaden saiyuki&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;now those images you saw just now..well that's cosplay at its best. by professional cosplayers, mind you. who really dedicated their time and fortune into their costumes, make up and hair. some even undergo plastic surgery in effort to look much closer to the anime they idolize-_-! now that's a bit too much la but wth, its them not me. let's have a laugh or two as the next few cosplayers try their best to look like their favourite anime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SkZMZhpcaqI/AAAAAAAABg8/ZrhlDFQ8_-g/s400/bad_cosplay_1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352049208589052578" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;seriously la dude. does your mind work the right way? a man in sailormoon's outfit. now that's a laugh=D *puke*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SkZRB6y4DCI/AAAAAAAABhk/Yu4H9bJFNlw/s1600-h/inuyasha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SkZRB6y4DCI/AAAAAAAABhk/Yu4H9bJFNlw/s400/inuyasha.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352054300580776994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SkZONwTcjSI/AAAAAAAABhc/Tq-_zBEec4k/s400/bad_cosplay_7.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 379px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352051205388143906" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;inuyasha used to be a favourite. but after i saw this black version of inuyasha, OMG la. just OMG *angeline bangs head against the wall*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SkZMWDYe-OI/AAAAAAAABg0/7Roj4hnDLAA/s1600-h/bad_cosplay_4.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 356px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SkZMWDYe-OI/AAAAAAAABg0/7Roj4hnDLAA/s400/bad_cosplay_4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352049148925245666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;speechless. enough said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;off to play sorority life a bit and off to bed. good night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p/s I'm getting a new car. Still thinking of the colour=p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p/s/s Good news. Ivan and I just bought a Playstation 3. Bad news. We are broke now. Not enough cash to throw in a Guitar Hero 3. pooooooor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p/s/s/s thanks for the shirt! am wearing it now=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;angel out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;Hey peter chao! i think you're awesome=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1155804702490791294-9211836550724381885?l=chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com/feeds/9211836550724381885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1155804702490791294&amp;postID=9211836550724381885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1155804702490791294/posts/default/9211836550724381885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1155804702490791294/posts/default/9211836550724381885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com/2009/06/animangaki.html' title='animangaki!'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599742061921899806</uri><email>mitochondria-eve@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10488799225000754414'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SkZEsLDc_BI/AAAAAAAABgk/ms82ker87FU/s72-c/poster2a3-499x709.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1155804702490791294.post-4933598999432954812</id><published>2009-06-26T18:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T23:58:28.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>get a grip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have someone called you a bitch in the face? I had someone i dislike call me that and she got trashed double time. Well maybe not in the face, malaysians very shy in nature one=p stupid. they will gossip behind your back and finally stamp! Imma bitch whee! but here finally, someone is bitchy enough to say it as it really is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SkTkQEKdCWI/AAAAAAAABgc/xdKmG2pqfeo/s400/4267_95435087406_586817406_2343492_682320_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351653221869619554" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;talk to the hand bc the face isn't listenin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;this is lecture 1, bitchology. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SkSvcqn1L3I/AAAAAAAABgM/uRit4Qii3_U/s400/2220594480_83d8076122.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351595164235542386" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you shout "gimme an old bitch!" and you'll get quality whiskey. nice^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When you stand up for myself and your beliefs, they call you a bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When you stand up for those who you love, they call you a bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When you speak your mind, think your own thoughts or do things your own way, they call you a bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Being a bitch means you won't compromise what's in your heart. It means you live your life YOUR way. It means you won't allow anyone to step on you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When you refuse to tolerate injustice and speak against it, you are defined as a bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The same thing happens when you take time for myself instead of being everyone's maid, or when selfish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It means you have the courage and strength to allow yourself to be who you truly am and won't become anyone else's idea of what they think you SHOULD be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am outspoken, opinionated and determined.  I want what I want and there is nothing wrong with that! So try to stomp on me, just try to douse my inner flame, try to squash every ounce of beauty I hold within me. You won't succeed. And if that makes me a bitch, so be it. I embrace the title and am proud to bear it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If being labelled a beetch is too much for you to handle, by all means - be meek and submissive. That alone gets you no where, you boring wall flower! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Because really, being a bitch means&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;B - Babe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I  - In&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;T - Total&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;C - Control of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;H - Herself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and here's another one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;B - Beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I  - Individual&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;T - That&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;C - Can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;H - Handle Anything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So guys, if you can't do something right, get a woman to do it=p Random. There are strict regulations on what can be printed on a wine label. A wine label can't have anything provocatice, offensive and nothing 'dirtay'. This is where 'Bitch' created the hype of it all. Bitch is an Australian Grenache produced by Chris Ringland of Three Rivers. well well looks like the label-laws have relaxed a little. Now the bottle is really chic! And the back of the label is crazy funny; it says bitch 77 times followed by 'some more'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SkSyLhIMtJI/AAAAAAAABgU/V7VZLslQLew/s400/bitch_barossa_grenache_2004.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 321px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351598168164054162" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;chic bitch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The awesome thing is that it comes in 5 different flavours - ruby, cherry, strawberry, a hint of spice and chocolate. Amazing wine at $12 a bottle? Another reason why you should purchase an entire collection if not for the bitchin' label. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let's celebrate beetches. Cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;on a sad note.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was a shocker when one of my friends sms-ed me that michael jackson was dead. what an unfortunate passing. He is said to be in a coma when he arrived in UCLA medical centre (6 mins drive from his home) and finally died from a cardiac arrest (5:21am local time) after which the medical team spent 1 hour in effort to revive him. the radio played MJ's hits back to back as a tribute to the king of pop. even with one too many filed cases of child molestation, extortion and conspiracy, it is without a doubt that MJ is an extraordinary person, one of the greatest entertainer for all time. despite all the fame, he had lived a life filled with tribulations which brought him to his downfall in the end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't want to say too much on this but here is my favourite song performed by MJ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bEDoDmxCZTk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bEDoDmxCZTk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4FZcAzZOyOg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4FZcAzZOyOg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;this video makes you realize all the terrible things humans like us are doing to mother earth. shame on us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;gone but never forgotten,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;angel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/1155804702490791294-4933598999432954812?l=chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com/feeds/4933598999432954812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1155804702490791294&amp;postID=4933598999432954812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1155804702490791294/posts/default/4933598999432954812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1155804702490791294/posts/default/4933598999432954812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com/2009/06/get-grip.html' title='get a grip'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599742061921899806</uri><email>mitochondria-eve@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10488799225000754414'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SkTkQEKdCWI/AAAAAAAABgc/xdKmG2pqfeo/s72-c/4267_95435087406_586817406_2343492_682320_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1155804702490791294.post-4807424306948473583</id><published>2009-06-24T02:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T03:32:18.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorority life whee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i come back from my day job and find myself socializing for hours through the pages of Sorority Life. this spells trouble oh no!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SkEYuiB3rhI/AAAAAAAABfk/uj5lz0COgAM/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SkEYuiB3rhI/AAAAAAAABfk/uj5lz0COgAM/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350585019980557842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;hello there. name's chrissy o (short for christianne odette), a level 10 heiress and i represent everything you'll find in a true sorority princess. watch out beetches. you wouldn't want to mess with a sister. hold that double with chrissy o. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;feel like you've lost your chinese roots? don't worry, i feel that way all the time. In the cafe where I work, I have chinese customers asking &lt;i&gt;koh goh min lak mou? min lak&lt;/i&gt; what the hell is that la. Just ask "Got chili? No chili ah OK! gimme one flied lice." there easy peasy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;let peter chao show you how to be more chinese and truth be told, i watch jackie chan movies while snacking on hello kitty chocolates and cook scrambled eggs like a motherf&amp;amp;$@ing chef ramsay. so yeah, that makes me more chinese than ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hrfL3mNDaCc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hrfL3mNDaCc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so represent your true self. true home town china. shit this guy makes me laugh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;angel out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/1155804702490791294-4807424306948473583?l=chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com/feeds/4807424306948473583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1155804702490791294&amp;postID=4807424306948473583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1155804702490791294/posts/default/4807424306948473583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1155804702490791294/posts/default/4807424306948473583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-come-back-from-my-day-job-and-find.html' title='sorority life whee!'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599742061921899806</uri><email>mitochondria-eve@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10488799225000754414'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SkEYuiB3rhI/AAAAAAAABfk/uj5lz0COgAM/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1155804702490791294.post-2065353868210857858</id><published>2009-06-23T02:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T02:19:11.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello peter chao!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is hilarious, watch! thanks edward for introducing me to peter chao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aYRwh9CiKsw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aYRwh9CiKsw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gPEuByeVUog&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gPEuByeVUog&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NpFtZfpy9UE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NpFtZfpy9UE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/1155804702490791294-2065353868210857858?l=chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com/feeds/2065353868210857858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1155804702490791294&amp;postID=2065353868210857858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1155804702490791294/posts/default/2065353868210857858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1155804702490791294/posts/default/2065353868210857858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-hilarious-watch-thanks-edward.html' title='hello peter chao!'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599742061921899806</uri><email>mitochondria-eve@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10488799225000754414'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1155804702490791294.post-6219170390092970942</id><published>2009-06-22T22:59:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T02:03:39.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>looking back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These are what I find interesting in my recent vacation to Bali. Random? I don't think so. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;1 Scary creatures of the day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/Sj-etDBakoI/AAAAAAAABd0/vJIEByAoOCY/s400/P5173727.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350169379081982594" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the moment you reach the airport, you are greeted by a life-sized green monster at the entrance. like it's ready to pounce on you for entering denpasar in the first place. These statues are created based on the creatures or giants found in classical balinese lore. So do expect lots of fangs, bulging eyes, fancy extravagant yet traditional outfits and a scary hairdo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/Sj-7xgxT3OI/AAAAAAAABfc/1-bb_CmSXq8/s400/P5173825.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350201341624179938" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;they are everywhere. interesting statues but scary to the eye. my eyes at least=p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;2 the great balancing act&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/Sj-etX62r7I/AAAAAAAABd8/_3ff6qWUIvg/s400/P5173753lady.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350169384691609522" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Balinese women have an inherent ability to carry huge burden on their heads. Sometimes I wonder whether my skull would have don a fracture if I attempt to carry something THAT heavy on my head. FAIL. FAIL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;3 surf's up, sale's on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/Sj-hklitzAI/AAAAAAAABfU/XE1WbR8J_hY/s400/P5184007.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350172532264520706" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;surf brands on sale, sale, SALE. terlampau mampau tapau charsiewpau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;4 konichiwa, colonel sanders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/Sj-hkBvIgtI/AAAAAAAABfM/PiCSMJTNIY0/s1600-h/P5194197.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/_J1elq7vQDFk/Sj-hkBvIgtI/AAAAAAAABfM/PiCSMJTNIY0/s400/P5194197.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350172522652926674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Interesting thing here is that Colonel Sanders decides to go oriental in Bali. I mean they have oriental bentos for crying out loud! Err if it's Japan, i'd understand. but in bali? i dun get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/Sj-hj3-GtMI/AAAAAAAABfE/H0R639hhY3Q/s1600-h/P5194198.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/_J1elq7vQDFk/Sj-hj3-GtMI/AAAAAAAABfE/H0R639hhY3Q/s400/P5194198.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350172520031368386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;KFC coffee. enough said. you don't find this in malaysia. they even have a corner beside the main restaurant serving caffeine loaded cuppies ala starbucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;5 my first and it ain't gonna be my last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/Sj-gf44qTTI/AAAAAAAABes/thTjmcHM148/s400/P5194152.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350171352045866290" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Next in line are Padang food places, also called &lt;i&gt;rumah makan&lt;/i&gt;, whose origin can be traced back to the land of Sumatra. Muslim-run warungs never serve alcohol and often run 24 hours a day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/Sj-ggPhPLyI/AAAAAAAABe0/fB4-8BEVyMk/s400/P5194160.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350171358121635618" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You will be served a plate of white rice and then asked to choose from the pyramids of food displayed behind the shop window. In our case here, the food items were laid out on our table for us to choose from. This is of course much more expensive but, it makes the meal all the more enjoyable because of a larger variety of side dishes. So share and you'll get to taste everything, everything that makes nasi padang a unique gastronomical delight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/Sj-ggXDEczI/AAAAAAAABe8/rX1oKNUwU8s/s400/P5194161.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350171360142586674" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As often is the case, simple vegetable items are free, the valuable items being fish, meat, tofu, tempe and potato cakes. Once you approach the cash register after eating, the bill will be added up. The staff often desperately trying to remember what you ate. In our situation however, he only needs to look which of the dish plates have been touched or eaten out from. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;FYI Many places call themselves &lt;i&gt;warungs&lt;/i&gt; for tax purposes. In Bali, simply labelling your business a &lt;i&gt;restoran&lt;/i&gt; means higher taxation. A good example of high end warung that is really a VERY popular restoran is Warung Made in Seminyak, Kuta. A main course might cost you 50,000rp and up. yup pricey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;6 need a retreat? spa heavens everywhere!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/Sj-gfmU2JrI/AAAAAAAABek/KKu0HjqS2Fk/s1600-h/P5183999.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/_J1elq7vQDFk/Sj-gfmU2JrI/AAAAAAAABek/KKu0HjqS2Fk/s400/P5183999.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350171347063809714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;spa centers are aplenty in bali. i mean they could be the number one job provider for the balinese people, right? i'm just assuming. but hey, better for us tourists.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;7 hey, can i find this in the world market?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/Sj-gfAO8rsI/AAAAAAAABec/6hSXJ9eCPBg/s1600-h/P5183907.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/_J1elq7vQDFk/Sj-gfAO8rsI/AAAAAAAABec/6hSXJ9eCPBg/s400/P5183907.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350171336838524610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i randomly bought this out of curiosity of how it tastes like. When you leave a bag of Twisties out open for hours under poor storage conditions, you know how those fries become - it loses its crunchiness. Same goes for this Balinese snack. I don't know if its supposed to be like that or have I bought it in its expiry state. Anyway, the wafers have a sweet, nutty flavour. Rice, corn, potato? the surface has hardened caramel on it..as seen above.  hmm whatever it is. I'm quite fond of it=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;8 picture perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/Sj-euYL-mGI/AAAAAAAABeU/sFSaZ913Gvs/s1600-h/P5183994.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/_J1elq7vQDFk/Sj-euYL-mGI/AAAAAAAABeU/sFSaZ913Gvs/s400/P5183994.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350169401943300194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are many paintings on sale along the sidewalks of towns or tourist attractions that I have visited. Ubud is the center of arts. Majority of the art for sale traditionally express religious and mythological ideas but there are also contemporary paintings that represent nature, daily lives of the Balinese people or even tourists. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Art is abundant and *ahem* cheap. Anyone can take home a vision of Bali at a reasonable price=) FYI some of the best paintings ever produced were by the Balinese or the foreigners who found their physical and artistic home in Bali.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;9 throw those corns my way! I'd eat them all ngom ngom ngom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/Sj-euF0yJ2I/AAAAAAAABeM/5xqpd37-124/s1600-h/P5173845.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/_J1elq7vQDFk/Sj-euF0yJ2I/AAAAAAAABeM/5xqpd37-124/s400/P5173845.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350169397014177634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the sweetcorn is a must try! they grill the corn under charcoal fire till it looks a little blackened on the sides from the grill. Then they brush on the butter and a thin layer of sweet chili sauce which gives the sweetcorn a spicy contrast that is oh so delightful=p i regret not having more back in kuta. me want moooreeeeeee &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;BUT second to that is the &lt;i&gt;jagung mutiara&lt;/i&gt; from cameron highlands yummeeeee that one i can easily get^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;10 gallop away in style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/Sj-et-3dBSI/AAAAAAAABeE/o6XxZEcKgTk/s1600-h/P5173778.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/_J1elq7vQDFk/Sj-et-3dBSI/AAAAAAAABeE/o6XxZEcKgTk/s400/P5173778.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350169395146327330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One should experience riding an old Balinese horse cart called &lt;i&gt;Dokar&lt;/i&gt;. It's a slow ride but the night ride i had in the town of Kuta was fun. It gives an overview of everything up and happening in the town or city - if you're lucky, the rider might retell the history of a monument or two. It's interesting to hear of it especially from a local who knows the place so well. beats having a guide book on your lap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p/s i hope the letter of placement by KKM comes by later. much much later. now it feels like the holidays have been cut short! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;sink or swim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1155804702490791294-6219170390092970942?l=chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com/feeds/6219170390092970942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1155804702490791294&amp;postID=6219170390092970942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1155804702490791294/posts/default/6219170390092970942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1155804702490791294/posts/default/6219170390092970942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com/2009/06/looking-back.html' title='looking back'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599742061921899806</uri><email>mitochondria-eve@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10488799225000754414'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/Sj-etDBakoI/AAAAAAAABd0/vJIEByAoOCY/s72-c/P5173727.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1155804702490791294.post-8617950804642603502</id><published>2009-06-21T21:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:47:26.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want a halloween partay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/Sj44aa5oHHI/AAAAAAAABds/vPieyZ7BCH0/s1600-h/IMG_2032ab.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/_J1elq7vQDFk/Sj44aa5oHHI/AAAAAAAABds/vPieyZ7BCH0/s400/IMG_2032ab.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349775433911508082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you're jealous, i know. whee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;times are rough,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;angel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/1155804702490791294-8617950804642603502?l=chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com/feeds/8617950804642603502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1155804702490791294&amp;postID=8617950804642603502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1155804702490791294/posts/default/8617950804642603502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1155804702490791294/posts/default/8617950804642603502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-want-halloween-partay.html' title='i want a halloween partay!'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599742061921899806</uri><email>mitochondria-eve@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10488799225000754414'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/Sj44aa5oHHI/AAAAAAAABds/vPieyZ7BCH0/s72-c/IMG_2032ab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1155804702490791294.post-7586682054189524160</id><published>2009-06-20T11:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T13:56:24.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Queen arrives in</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;SINGAPORE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;my special thank yous goes to Caroline whom without her I wouldn't be soaking my feet in GaGa gooness in singapore, Hotlink, Hitz.fm for choosing Caroline as the lucky winner and SingTel who spent millions to fly Lady GaGa here to perform in a private showcase in conjuction with their AMPed launch; a kept promise for AMPed users to exclusive AMPed-users-only concerts thankyouberrymuch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Oud2-htog3I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Oud2-htog3I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SjxVccjJJJI/AAAAAAAABcE/Ww9TIGfZ_AY/s400/IMG_1930.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349244404597597330" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In total, ten of us made it to the showcase. I didn't have time to put on ENOUGH makeup because all I remember was a mad rush from Queensway shopping centre to our hotel, getting ready in like less than ten minutes and being in the bus asap in order to beat the queue outside the Dome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SjxVdCrlgiI/AAAAAAAABcU/zVZluGS7wbw/s400/IMG_1948.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349244414833558050" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is the Dome at Merchant Loop. Trust me, it's not this small. This part here is the VIP entrance. yup we got VIP treatment babeh! What do you expect from a horizontal view eh? The Dome actually covers a huge area and apparently this itself cost lots of moolah because the tent was imported from Dubai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SjxVc8fkgnI/AAAAAAAABcM/UF999P0h_Ts/s400/IMG_1940.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349244413172548210" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's VJ Utt guys! OMG I can't believe we got a snapper with him=p This was how we asked him to take a photo with us. I'll try to stay true to the content of the conversation though it might be altered here and there but hey, blame my memory. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Angel: Excuse me. Are you VJ Utt? =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Utt: No. But many people says that I do look like him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*Carol and I looked at each other*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Carol: Oh realllyyy? In a tone that says you bluffer! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Utt: Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Angel: We know who you are! Anyway, my name is Angeline and this is Caroline. We are like fans of yours. So would you mind taking a photo with us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Utt in a face that says you got me!: Alright. Not a problem=p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Angeline passes the camera to the nearest person she could find, strut a pose and is now drooling at the result. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To recall back that night Carol, i think we acted like a bunch of overexcited kiddies in a crowded playground. Screaming around and camwhoring away. Jeebus! What would those singaporeans think of us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SjxVdXB430I/AAAAAAAABcc/JqSwe3NN9JA/s400/IMG_1961.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349244420295810882" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;upon entry, we got free redbulls yeah. lemme tell you it was crowded..packed! like sardines in a can. soon after we were separated from our group but it's okay least carol and I got each other. we took a video whilst waiting to enter the showcase arena - if I had the time, I might edit and put it up soon=) It was then I realized how high-pitched my voice is after watching it on replay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SjxVd0FBGuI/AAAAAAAABck/Fnjf7PlzZyY/s400/IMG_1966.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349244428093561570" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the emcees for the night. That deejay Young of 98.7FM got down on one knee and made a wedding proposal with a ring and all which she gamely accepts! She even wore the ring he gave to her but for how long, i dunno. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SjxaeqKhwKI/AAAAAAAABcs/pW8Rql2qKwk/s400/IMG_1968.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349249940170326178" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SjxafK5cZAI/AAAAAAAABc0/wyEvOGhK3O0/s1600-h/IMG_1970.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/_J1elq7vQDFk/SjxafK5cZAI/AAAAAAAABc0/wyEvOGhK3O0/s400/IMG_1970.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349249948957041666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We waited for two hours but even that is not enough to douse our burning passion for her. Meanwhile we were entertained by club hits spun by a local DJ. one hour..two hour..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SjxeOaBzOQI/AAAAAAAABdE/jIcZvCFyJkU/s400/IMG_1986.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349254059007359234" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and screammmm! Lady GaGa rocked the Dome with Lovegame as her opening performance. Her costume was mind-blowinnnn OMG. God save me! It leaves nothing to the imagination and it was making the crowd wild! I mean her fashion sense may be eclectic but her style is uniquely hers, you don't see such originality amongst artists in the music industry anymore. They are all plastic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aCF7UeTgrxs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aCF7UeTgrxs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By judging her first outfit, no wonder Lady GaGa wouldn't make it to Malaysia. Some loopside-minded people would BAN her. like totally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SjxePQkwZNI/AAAAAAAABdc/WvlMj7_f8PQ/s400/IMG_2010.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349254073649489106" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;see what i mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She also performed the other famous hits like Just Dance, Papparazzi, Beautiful Dirty Rich and Poker Face (my ultimate favourite!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jQwc-wc8-bY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jQwc-wc8-bY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c5KF_-GW_5M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c5KF_-GW_5M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VNsJZ-q6W9Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VNsJZ-q6W9Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;For Poker Face, she started off with the acoustic version of the song - thumping away on the keys of the piano. AND THEN she started lifting her leg up to play on the piano! with the right notes summore. Kill me. Just kill me. She's amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SjxeOoRNxPI/AAAAAAAABdM/_S1GIB9Erb8/s400/IMG_2002.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349254062830109938" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SjxeOxNQbmI/AAAAAAAABdU/v8mJovAw0Cc/s1600-h/IMG_2004.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/_J1elq7vQDFk/SjxeOxNQbmI/AAAAAAAABdU/v8mJovAw0Cc/s400/IMG_2004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349254065229426274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ne24UpHn2KU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ne24UpHn2KU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sing, sing, sing-along with sing, sing, singapore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SjxeN5L2qqI/AAAAAAAABc8/HfYVa3D_2rk/s400/IMG_1979.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349254050191157922" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The showcase was short in time duration but it was nonetheless fantastic (40 minutes to be exact=0). Her stage presence was so strong, it made me cry. seriously. at that moment, I couldn't believe that there i was, standing there, being a few meters away from her and there she was - singing p-p-p-p-pokerface p-p-pokerface wwowweee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;News is she'll be coming back to Singapore in August with a full length concert! And rest assured, she'll bring singapore down on their knees and revert us all to hardcore fans with more grrreat music whee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite having VIP access to see Lady GaGa in person, the rules are: No personal photography. No autograph signing. WTH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SjxfeGEIm-I/AAAAAAAABdk/H10m1AnMtqA/s1600-h/IMG_2032a.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/_J1elq7vQDFk/SjxfeGEIm-I/AAAAAAAABdk/H10m1AnMtqA/s400/IMG_2032a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349255428037975010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;LADY GAGA HAS HER HAND ON MY SHOULDERS OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes all you have to do is just ASK. and have lots of luck and gaga-intuition in your pockets=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Could have died and heaven wouldn't mean much,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;angel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1155804702490791294-7586682054189524160?l=chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com/feeds/7586682054189524160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1155804702490791294&amp;postID=7586682054189524160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1155804702490791294/posts/default/7586682054189524160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1155804702490791294/posts/default/7586682054189524160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com/2009/06/queen-arrives-in.html' title='The Queen arrives in'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599742061921899806</uri><email>mitochondria-eve@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10488799225000754414'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SjxVccjJJJI/AAAAAAAABcE/Ww9TIGfZ_AY/s72-c/IMG_1930.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1155804702490791294.post-5119208187046270717</id><published>2009-06-13T13:43:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T14:24:24.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I would like to announce...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;THAT I HAVE GRADUATED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SjM9FAqn9tI/AAAAAAAABbE/sIU2oaiXtEA/s400/IMG_5762.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346684338906330834" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The convocation ceremony was held on the grounds of the International Medical University. I've never felt happier than this day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SjNEsdcYnFI/AAAAAAAABb8/VsoIvOgxcq8/s400/n558374552_2680325_8023223.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346692713227525202" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SjM-lDnCwDI/AAAAAAAABbs/SzdytfzCxPY/s400/4680_124669145048_732915048_3129413_6547704_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346685988964057138" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The day i put on my graduation robe and cap, walked across the stage and received my hard earned degree. It is the highlight of the year and what a blessed year it has been for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SjM-kxc1TKI/AAAAAAAABbk/CGdJch96_LU/s400/n573220677_1941661_5640357.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346685984089394338" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is a time where the achievements of students and those who have earned academic excellence are formally recognized. In other words, those who truly studied, did not cheat or steal ideas off others, were honest and did not settle for status quo grades but worked to the best of what they can be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SjNEsIQhCoI/AAAAAAAABb0/rnFVPss6ahc/s400/4318_85278820677_573220677_1941561_5333739_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346692707540601474" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The best you can be when you have good friends to guide you and to lend you a helping hand when you fall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SjM-et0IQNI/AAAAAAAABbc/uPssPDLaxMo/s400/4318_85282750677_573220677_1941599_7881071_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346685880034148562" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To see the smiling faces of the ones you call your family. Both happy and proud that you have made it through towards your graduation. A rite of passage, marking one stage of a person's life to another. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SjM-edcUGsI/AAAAAAAABbU/JSqBMtwlaYU/s1600-h/IMG_5770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SjM-edcUGsI/AAAAAAAABbU/JSqBMtwlaYU/s400/IMG_5770.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346685875639294658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4 years came, gone. and look at us now. we were far from what we used to be when we first entered the university. mature, responsible, ever ready to take on any challenge the world would place on our shoulders. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SjM97ICqckI/AAAAAAAABbM/ru96HFMxXCg/s1600-h/IMG_5755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SjM97ICqckI/AAAAAAAABbM/ru96HFMxXCg/s400/IMG_5755.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346685268599140930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is OUR graduation and every single one of us deserved this moment of applaude. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1155804702490791294-5119208187046270717?l=chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com/feeds/5119208187046270717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1155804702490791294&amp;postID=5119208187046270717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1155804702490791294/posts/default/5119208187046270717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1155804702490791294/posts/default/5119208187046270717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatesubmarine.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-would-like-to-announce.html' title='I would like to announce...'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599742061921899806</uri><email>mitochondria-eve@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10488799225000754414'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1elq7vQDFk/SjM9FAqn9tI/AAAAAAAABbE/sIU2oaiXtEA/s72-c/IMG_5762.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>