<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567</id><updated>2011-10-10T22:30:30.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AW, SHUCKS..</title><subtitle type='html'>Zebras and rockstars and apple crumble with vanilla ice-cream and everything else..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>142</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-8989313365301926341</id><published>2009-11-12T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T03:39:54.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Goodbye, blogspot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;hello, wordpress :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fridaycopacabana.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://fridaycopacabana.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099715757059897567-8989313365301926341?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/8989313365301926341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=8989313365301926341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/8989313365301926341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/8989313365301926341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2009/11/new.html' title='New!'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-1263888006033747403</id><published>2009-11-02T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T05:52:40.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty little...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Howdy!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(I love how wordpress greets me every time I log in :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It’s not an ordinary, &lt;em&gt;“Hello, Rachel!”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It’s &lt;strong&gt;HOWDY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;:D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I feel spesh-shall…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So I went for a paintball game with a few friends of mine last weekend…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My friend drove to some semi-jungle, semi-plantation area in a really &lt;em&gt;ulu&lt;/em&gt; place!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So we geared up, with our markers and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;500 neon orange pellets &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;each :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;That’s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;HALF A THOUSAND NEON ORANGE PELLETS PER PERSON.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;:D :D :D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Nyarhahahhaha…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So we went into a jungle scenario. Trees and bushes around…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And let me show you in a diagram, the ratio of people to mosquitoes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Su7Q92OAryI/AAAAAAAAApI/6AuHRIyyFQA/s1600-h/mozzie.bmp"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Su7Q92OAryI/AAAAAAAAApI/6AuHRIyyFQA/s400/mozzie.bmp" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yep.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;No really.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I wore long jeans and a really, really long sleeved top.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;They latched onto my hands and face.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I was in a face mask to protect me from the flying paintballs, but that didn’t stop them killer mozzies.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The game’s objective was to stay ‘alive’ (ie: not hit by a paintball).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But I really think the winners for the day are the mosquitoes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*clap clap*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Paintball was…fun la.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A new experience. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Definitely not my thing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I’d rather be…doing other things :P&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hahaha…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Maybe it was just the jungle.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don’t like jungles much; I hate the mud, the potential thorns, bugs, creepy crawlies, insects, I hate it hate it hate it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My poor, poor shoes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I actually felt bad for them. Lol.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I tell you, I never appreciated tiled floors until I went jungle trekking.&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAH&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I sound like some bimbo, but it’s the truth.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Make me to choose between nature and technology and I will :D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I love the sound of my heeled shoes clicking away on them shiny tiled floors.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Not my sneakers squishing and slipping through the muddy slopes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mother Nature will now slap me with her tree branches.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But I’ll take that hit for the comfort of leveled grounds.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mwahahhahaha. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So after sweating it out at paintball, I rushed off to the All American Rejects who were playing live at the Bukit Jalil carpark.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;While waiting for the gates to open, in the crowd, I felt something fall on my hair…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Thinking it was some flyaway leaf getting trapped in my massive mess of mane…I combed through my hair with my fingers.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUDDENLY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A sensation I’ve never felt before.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A vibrating-like buzz on my palm.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A sharp burst of pain.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And my waterworks started.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;All of a sudden, really, I started crying.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOME FRIGGIN THINGGGG STUNG ME!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And it left its stinger on my palm! :( :( :(&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hurt like hell.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;See?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mother Nature struck back at me, fast.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Lol. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Damnnnn dumb wei.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Some new found friends I made before the stinging episode helped me out :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;MAIIIII HERO :) :) :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hahah…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;By now, I’m too lazy to type any further…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;All in all, the Rejects were nice…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The lead singer was really flamboyant.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;He came out with a Red Indian feathered headgear in the spirit of dressing up for Halloween…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And he’s so skinny…&lt;br /&gt;And he walked around with that very familiar swagger…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And his voice being so distinct from other musicians…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Absolutely reminded me of…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-65" src="http://fridaycopacabana.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/steven-tyler.jpg?w=336&amp;amp;h=433" alt="" width="336" height="433" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-66" src="http://fridaycopacabana.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/steven-tyler1.jpg?w=400&amp;amp;h=276" alt="" width="400" height="276" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-67" src="http://fridaycopacabana.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/steven-tyler11.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=373" alt="" width="300" height="373" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The great Steven Tyler of Aerosmith :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Anyhoo…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Tyson Ritter of AAR went all orgasmic on stage, went down on his knees and licked the guitarist’s guitar.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yep.. I think he took a lil something before the show started :P&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But yay!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Swing Swing!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dirty Little Secret!!&lt;/em&gt; (“I wanna hear y’all say&lt;em&gt; “Dirty!”&lt;/em&gt;“)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gives You Hell!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Greaaaaat night :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099715757059897567-1263888006033747403?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/1263888006033747403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=1263888006033747403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/1263888006033747403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/1263888006033747403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2009/11/dirty-little.html' title='Dirty little...'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Su7Q92OAryI/AAAAAAAAApI/6AuHRIyyFQA/s72-c/mozzie.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-5986018440562969477</id><published>2009-10-26T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:59:19.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Auf Wiedersehn to your Nazi balls!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="entry"&gt;      &lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;finalllllly&lt;/em&gt; got to watch the movie I’ve been waiting to watch for about &lt;strong&gt;two months&lt;/strong&gt; now :D&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-56" src="http://fridaycopacabana.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/inglourious-basterds-new-poster1.jpg?w=400&amp;amp;h=592" alt="" width="400" height="592" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;It was absolutely the best two hours of the Monday :)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;I mean, sure the cinema was freezing and I was shivering… And I &lt;em&gt;reallllly &lt;/em&gt;needed to use the ladies…&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ngam ngam&lt;/span&gt; at the very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kan cheong &lt;/span&gt;moments!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;Hahaha…&lt;em&gt;Di saat-saat yang genting, &lt;/em&gt;Nature &lt;em&gt;memanggil…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;:P&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;But it was amazing.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;I loved how when the movie started, the opening credits rolled in like movies in the olden era :)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;You know, all-black screen, with them old font types in glaring white…&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And Brad Pitt!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Fuhhh…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-57" src="http://fridaycopacabana.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/inglourious_basterds_poster6.jpg?w=400&amp;amp;h=593" alt="" width="400" height="593" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;His character’s yummy Southern drawllllllll… I could just listen to him talk all day…all night… And again… :)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;And the leading actress, I thought she was gorgeous!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-58" src="http://fridaycopacabana.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/melanie_laurent_inglourious_basterds.jpg?w=400&amp;amp;h=592" alt="" width="400" height="592" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right right right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;She looked so good on film! &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;Her face is so beautifully-sculpted, and her eyes?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;It can &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;melt diamonds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-59" src="http://fridaycopacabana.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/eli_roth_inglourious_basterds_poster.jpg?w=400&amp;amp;h=593" alt="" width="400" height="593" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;Eli Roth is another yummy basterd…&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;Although here he looks somewhat werewolf-ish, his dark brows and deep set eyes were oh-so-alluring on screen ;)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;So…&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;The Basterds are a group of Anti-Nazis wanting to bash the life outta every Nazi they lay their eyes on.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;Absolutely fictitious, not a movie you’d want to be basing your history knowledge on…&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;If you’ve watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Valkyrie&lt;/span&gt;, the one starring Tom Cruise… (Another movie where the whooole plot was to kill The Fuhrer, Hitler)… Then maybe you can learn some history there la, I don’t know…&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;But Basterds were a riot. Hilarious moments here and there and we finally get to watch sexy werewolf man shoot the face off Hitler :D&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;Literally, &lt;em&gt;just-take-the-big-ass-gun-and-shoot-round-after-round-after-round-at-Hitler.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;While he and his fellow &lt;em&gt;bangsawan&lt;/em&gt; were desperately trying to escape a locked theatre.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;Goooooooooood schtuff.&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;They had lots of nice brutal scenes I’m sure, but of course, since I watched in the cinema…they were all censored for the wellbeing of my mental health.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;I’m not complaining much though, ‘cos for the scenes they &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;didn’t &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;censor, I &lt;em&gt;still &lt;/em&gt;felt grossed out.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;And even though they censored the scenes, you’d know what’ll happen and you can imagine it. That’s ENOUGH.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;Brr…&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-60" src="http://fridaycopacabana.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/inglourious-basterds-bradpitt_eliroth.jpg?w=400&amp;amp;h=266" alt="" width="400" height="266" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-61" src="http://fridaycopacabana.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/basterds.jpg?w=400&amp;amp;h=272" alt="" width="400" height="272" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BRILLIANT.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;Quentin Tarantino. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BRILLLLLIANT.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;And on a completely different matter…&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;Check this ad out :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="wp-caption alignnone" style="width: 410px;"&gt;&lt;img class="mine_2741933312  " src="http://failblog.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/epic-fail-weight-loss-fail.jpg?w=400&amp;amp;h=410" alt="epic fail pictures" width="400" height="410" /&gt;&lt;p class="wp-caption-text"&gt;Alamakkk... EPIC FAIL mannnn this advertisement..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt; Absolutely LOL.&lt;/p&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/6099715757059897567-5986018440562969477?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/5986018440562969477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=5986018440562969477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/5986018440562969477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/5986018440562969477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2009/10/say-auf-wiedersehn-to-your-nazi-balls.html' title='Say Auf Wiedersehn to your Nazi balls!!'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-7526193754414058940</id><published>2009-10-22T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T07:58:31.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotcha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="entry"&gt;      &lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-50" src="http://fridaycopacabana.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/sick.jpg?w=112&amp;amp;h=168" alt="" width="112" height="168" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tha’s me…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sniffle sniffle…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The whole package, fever, sore throat and the cold.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW FUN!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I didn’t take the day off work cos there were things to do…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So I took some pills and in the office, I just couldn’t tahan..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I FELL ASLEEP ON THE TABLE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHHAHAHHAHHA.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh well. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’mma suck it up.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Take more pills.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I tell youuu…Cold medicine is&lt;strong&gt; grrreat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sometimes, I swear my head is detached, floating a few inches above :D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway, one day, I was at home, sleeping next to the laptop from work la… &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Too tired from looking at financial statements… &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When I woke up, I decided to Facebook a bit…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then &lt;strong&gt;SHYYYYYYTES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kena virus.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;OMGHOLYEFFINHELLNOWHYWHYWHYMUSTTHISHAPPENTOME??!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;EVERYTHING CAN BE LOSSSST!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waitaminute.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I didn’t bring the office laptop home today…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cheh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;LOL.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KNEW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I was dreaming, can you believe that??&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a few seconds, I was just waiting to wake up from the dream.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When I woke up, I was a bit dazed…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then I started looking around frantically, confirming the fact that it was just a dream…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hahaha…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My mind failed to trick itself.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Weird, huh…&lt;/p&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/6099715757059897567-7526193754414058940?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/7526193754414058940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=7526193754414058940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/7526193754414058940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/7526193754414058940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2009/10/gotcha.html' title='Gotcha!'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-6290263818154059225</id><published>2009-10-13T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T12:03:36.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watchu gonna do when they come for you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why do we love bad boys so much??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Okay. I'm sorry,  my hormones are on a &lt;i&gt;raging &lt;/i&gt;blaze right now.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's a Tuesday night...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;No, wrong, sorry, it's a Wednesday morning.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2.31 am.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yes, and I've just watched &lt;i&gt;Catch Me If You Can&lt;/i&gt;, an old movie starring Leonardo DiCaprio when he was just a lil boy... Much like Zac Efron in&lt;i&gt; High School Musical&lt;/i&gt; today.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I think Leo was the Zac Efron of the '90s.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;No, no, no... lemme rephrase that.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Zac Efron is &lt;i&gt;this decade's&lt;/i&gt; Leonardo DiCaprio.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I mean, no one can beat his &lt;i&gt;Titanic&lt;/i&gt; gig... ;)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-45" src="http://fridaycopacabana.wordpress.com/files/2009/10/leo.jpg" mce_src="http://fridaycopacabana.wordpress.com/files/2009/10/leo.jpg" alt="" width="400" height="405" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Catch Me If You Can&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Wow.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A story about a kid, barely adult, going around the country called America, forging cheques (They spell it "checks") by forging his identity...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;He gets away playing a teacher, a pilot, a doctor, a lawyer... And cashing in his payroll checks. Whenever he wants. Because he &lt;b&gt;manufactures &lt;/b&gt;his own checks.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Whaaaaaaaaaat a genius.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And I can't help but to just notice how girls willingly give their all to him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Like how all girls just willingly fall into the arms of other Hollywood-created-bad-boys.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And the girls actually &lt;b&gt;STAND&lt;/b&gt; by these men even when they find out they're actually crooks.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sexy&lt;/i&gt; crooks.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHY?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Why do we fall for these men?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rawrrrr.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's not about the looks... &lt;i&gt;(Well, just as long as you're not butt-ugly la..)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's not about what degree you've got from whichever Ivy League university you're from..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's not about the money (It's how you get it, in this case :P)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I reallllllly think... That it's about &lt;u&gt;the attitude&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Like how John Dillinger (played to perfection by Johnny Depp in &lt;i&gt;Public Enemies&lt;/i&gt;) managed to convince the love of his life, Billie to elope after just one date.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(One date, right? About there la...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So Billie was hesitant and all, and then she said something about how she doesn't even &lt;i&gt;KNOW &lt;/i&gt;him...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And he said...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-46" src="http://fridaycopacabana.wordpress.com/files/2009/10/johnny.jpg" mce_src="http://fridaycopacabana.wordpress.com/files/2009/10/johnny.jpg" alt="" width="400" height="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I like baseball, movies, good clothes, whiskey, fast cars... and you. What else you need to know?" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hellllllllllllll-lo, Johnnnneh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I would've dropped whatever I was doing and let him take me wherever the hell he wanted to do&lt;i&gt; whatever &lt;/i&gt;he wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;=D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So yeah, it's all about that cocky yet charming confidence that kinda turns me on...I think.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Is that even possible? Cocky yet charming yet confident? Ahahaha. Sorry. &lt;/i&gt;Hormones&lt;i&gt; :P)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Special mentions :&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-47" src="http://fridaycopacabana.wordpress.com/files/2009/10/statham.jpg" mce_src="http://fridaycopacabana.wordpress.com/files/2009/10/statham.jpg" alt="" width="400" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Jason Statham in &lt;i&gt;The Transporter 3&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Bad-ass to the bone. Something about a guy who can fight off 10 armed dudes and still look crease-free in his crisp, white shirt ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-48" src="http://fridaycopacabana.wordpress.com/files/2009/10/11.jpg" mce_src="http://fridaycopacabana.wordpress.com/files/2009/10/11.jpg" alt="" width="400" height="305" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Matt Damon, George Clooney and Brad Pitt in &lt;i&gt;Ocean's Eleven.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I love movies like these. Totally smart, though they're not possible for you to try out in real life... But it's fun :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099715757059897567-6290263818154059225?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/6290263818154059225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=6290263818154059225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/6290263818154059225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/6290263818154059225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2009/10/watchu-gonna-do-when-they-come-for-you.html' title='Watchu gonna do when they come for you...'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-3042268533476194184</id><published>2009-10-07T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T11:31:49.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awshum.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something I copied and pasted from my other blog...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fridaycopacabana.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://fridaycopacabana.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enjoy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I discovered this site by chance, after a friend of mine told me to describe the definition of “awesome”.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;a title="1000 Awesome Things" href="http://1000awesomethings.com/"&gt;http://1000awesomethings.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And it was pretty darn awesome, I gotta say… :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So I’ve come up with my own list of Awe-shums..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Here they are!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;1. Microsoft Excel keyboard shortcuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Okay, it may be so geek-ish, but &lt;em&gt;cmonnn&lt;/em&gt;. Learning new shortcuts when you see your friend’s fingers flying across the keyboard and magic happening on the monitor? You get excited too ;)&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-27" src="http://fridaycopacabana.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/cz.jpg?w=400&amp;amp;h=245" alt="" width="400" height="245" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. The radio plays a song you were thinking of earlier on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yes, you &lt;strong&gt;ARE&lt;/strong&gt; psychic and you &lt;strong&gt;CAN &lt;/strong&gt;make the deejay play your song just by thinking about it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-28" src="http://fridaycopacabana.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/telepathy.gif?w=365&amp;amp;h=363" alt="" width="365" height="363" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Listening to a song that you’ve associated with someone and suddenly your phone rings and a text message comes in from that someone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And yes, that someone must’ve been psychic too.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-30" src="http://fridaycopacabana.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/charles_xavier1.jpg?w=336&amp;amp;h=400" alt="" width="336" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Pins and needles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The incredibly painful but pleasurable moment when you wake up and lift your head off your arm… And find that it’s completely numb.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Or when you’ve sat down for too long on your leg, cutting off blood flow temporarily until it gets numb…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You&lt;em&gt; knowwwww&lt;/em&gt;… The feeling after the numbness wears off. And it feels like millions of ants are attacking you there. The feeling where if you move your limb just a&lt;em&gt; liiiiiiittle&lt;/em&gt; bit, it’ll hurt like hell. And if you don’t move, it’ll &lt;strong&gt;still&lt;/strong&gt; hurt like hell. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But at the same time, for some weird, kinky reason, it feels oh so good :) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-31" src="http://fridaycopacabana.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/sleep.jpg?w=400&amp;amp;h=400" alt="" width="400" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Arriving at the LRT platform&lt;em&gt; juuuust &lt;/em&gt;as the train rolls in.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Or even better, stepping in the train as the doors shut right behind you. :D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And you’ll know it’s gonna be a good day :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-32" src="http://fridaycopacabana.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/door.jpg?w=400&amp;amp;h=418" alt="" width="400" height="418" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Beating the computer at checkers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-33" src="http://fridaycopacabana.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/beat.jpg?w=400&amp;amp;h=297" alt="" width="400" height="297" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Cos you’re a genius!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. The smell of just-snuffed-out matches&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Like some people like smelling marker pens and petrol… Just burnt out matches are great! I used to always be the one striking the match in the Chemistry lab for group experiments… :D And I would always drift off from the actual experiment and strike up a few more matchsticks. :D Oops.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It smells so woody and heavy, it makes me smile :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-34" src="http://fridaycopacabana.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/smells.jpg?w=400&amp;amp;h=265" alt="" width="400" height="265" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Rollercoasters&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-37" src="http://fridaycopacabana.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/roller1.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=400" alt="" width="300" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-38" src="http://fridaycopacabana.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/rollercoasr1.jpg?w=400&amp;amp;h=301" alt="" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Wooo~~~ &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; jumpiness &lt;/span&gt;while standing in the queue, watching the people on flail their arms and scream, listening to the &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;creak&lt;/span&gt; of the rails as the coasters fly by on top of the anxious crowd in the queue.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The jumpiness you get when you know &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;you’re up next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The jumpiness as you walk into your train, reach out for the safety harness and reach out for more harness and realising that there is &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;none &lt;/span&gt;left and that is all there is to the miserable safety harness holding you back when the coaster goes &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;upside down inside out and around&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The restrained jumpiness you get as the coaster starts moving &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;slowly&lt;/span&gt; for the first few seconds, as if mocking you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The thrill as it gains more speed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The &lt;em&gt;holycrapohmygodwhydidIgetonthisfrigginmachineohmaigadARRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And then you run outta breath and can’t get another one in so you continue screaming &lt;em&gt;silently&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Woooo~~~ I wanna get on one&lt;em&gt; riiiiight&lt;/em&gt; now, baby, let’s go ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099715757059897567-3042268533476194184?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/3042268533476194184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=3042268533476194184' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/3042268533476194184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/3042268533476194184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2009/10/awshum.html' title='Awshum.'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-7700010030521544305</id><published>2009-10-04T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T08:11:57.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-its so chic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Ssi6VI2rkkI/AAAAAAAAApA/SNanWFFRTYM/s1600-h/IMG_0819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388761826465649218" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Ssi6VI2rkkI/AAAAAAAAApA/SNanWFFRTYM/s400/IMG_0819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Ssi54WnnaQI/AAAAAAAAAo4/vqrHkK8N2Y8/s1600-h/IMG_0840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388761331944352002" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Ssi54WnnaQI/AAAAAAAAAo4/vqrHkK8N2Y8/s400/IMG_0840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Ssi530F1dCI/AAAAAAAAAow/X3L2DQY8v24/s1600-h/IMG_0869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388761322675860514" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Ssi530F1dCI/AAAAAAAAAow/X3L2DQY8v24/s400/IMG_0869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Ssi5RmUZW6I/AAAAAAAAAoo/liafhrO2L1Q/s1600-h/IMG_0872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388760666143808418" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Ssi5RmUZW6I/AAAAAAAAAoo/liafhrO2L1Q/s400/IMG_0872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A zebra-printed thing!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well actually, it's meant to be a hairband...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But whatever la...It is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;AW-SHUMM!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I love it love it &lt;em&gt;love it&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Everytime I look at it, I feel so happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just makes me smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I don't know why, don't ask me why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Zebra prints just make me smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;:) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/6099715757059897567-7700010030521544305?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/7700010030521544305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=7700010030521544305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/7700010030521544305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/7700010030521544305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2009/10/post-its-so-chic.html' title='Post-its so chic'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Ssi6VI2rkkI/AAAAAAAAApA/SNanWFFRTYM/s72-c/IMG_0819.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-6673501740591823377</id><published>2009-10-03T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T10:07:41.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spunkayhhh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I went to get my hair cut!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And I walked in without knowing what I wanted...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I just literally gave my head to my trusted hair stylist, and told her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Lei zhung yee lah"&lt;/em&gt; : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Up to you lah&lt;/em&gt; : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hahahha, then she started showing me pictures from magazines so I could have an idea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So from &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Ssb8HSEkzRI/AAAAAAAAAoI/Adlnzm4o8oQ/s1600-h/Din.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388271206235688210" style="WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Ssb8HSEkzRI/AAAAAAAAAoI/Adlnzm4o8oQ/s400/Din.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It became...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Ssb8Ia5QUjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/eSnT-YsswwY/s1600-h/03102009(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Ssb8Iw7jtCI/AAAAAAAAAog/znFGIrZTG6o/s1600-h/03102009(008).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388271231699235874" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Ssb8Iw7jtCI/AAAAAAAAAog/znFGIrZTG6o/s400/03102009(008).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Ssb8Ia5QUjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/eSnT-YsswwY/s1600-h/03102009(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Ssb8H9ifsTI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/LjMwqL-cGnQ/s1600-h/03102009(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388271217903907122" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Ssb8H9ifsTI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/LjMwqL-cGnQ/s400/03102009(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Excuse the camwhore moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I just realised I haven't done that in a while :P )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My hair is straight!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It is friggin straight!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Normally my hair's like this crazy, messy, &lt;em&gt;I-just-got-outta-bed&lt;/em&gt; kinda hair...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Or the &lt;em&gt;I-was-up-to-somethin-naughty &lt;/em&gt;kinda hair ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But no, the straightness is temporary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It'll be back to normal tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well anyyyyyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I love the new shortness of it all :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Spunkayhhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Have a grrrrrrrrreat weekend, everybody!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Love you all :)&lt;/span&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/6099715757059897567-6673501740591823377?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/6673501740591823377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=6673501740591823377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/6673501740591823377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/6673501740591823377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2009/10/spunkayhhh.html' title='Spunkayhhh!'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Ssb8HSEkzRI/AAAAAAAAAoI/Adlnzm4o8oQ/s72-c/Din.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-4835991352609277069</id><published>2009-10-02T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T11:41:54.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot &amp; cold..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...an utter &lt;strong&gt;mess&lt;/strong&gt; of emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I have...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...too much time to idle away...and too much time to think up nonsense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Do I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...or do I not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Should I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...or should I not??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;YES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;WANT&lt;/strong&gt; TO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I know I'll just end up like --&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;:(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You must be wondering what the hell I'm typing about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm just typing away my frustration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I want to just pen down my feelings and pour everything out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But I don't want to risk anyone taking a hold of that piece of that paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;That's just dumb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So what do I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Subject my dear beloved readers to this shyte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This frust-driven post that has been filtered for my own...errh...my own good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And if you're wondering what's been bothering me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;no I'm not gonna be revealing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And if you're wondering if you could find me online on MSN to ask me (should you actually bother), I'll save you your breath, no I'm not gonna tell ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;:S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;:'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Seriously, I think I have too much time to think about all these nonsense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;That I somehow delusionize myself to believing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I must ask my senior for more workload.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cut the time for me to let my thoughts run and fly and swim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm just...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...&lt;strong&gt;confused.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;If I were a song now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'd be the noisiest, loudest, emo-est song you'd ever hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And after hearing it, &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; also will be a lil confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099715757059897567-4835991352609277069?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/4835991352609277069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=4835991352609277069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/4835991352609277069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/4835991352609277069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2009/10/hot-cold.html' title='Hot &amp; cold..'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-6609062228322666567</id><published>2009-09-26T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T09:42:27.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P-p-p-party everyday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A celebration of 250 years for that dude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;That dude responsible for that mug of foamy, bitter drink people love so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Sr48T7ysjJI/AAAAAAAAAnw/hf3_jf-AjgY/s1600-h/clover.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385808517547199634" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Sr48T7ysjJI/AAAAAAAAAnw/hf3_jf-AjgY/s400/clover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;That dude responsible for drunken bar brawls. &lt;em&gt;(Assuming people get drunk on beer easily)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;That dude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;That one man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arthur Guinness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Sr48g5BiX1I/AAAAAAAAAn4/rNnTojNrBQk/s1600-h/arthur.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385808740142440274" style="WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Sr48g5BiX1I/AAAAAAAAAn4/rNnTojNrBQk/s400/arthur.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*so handsome...*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;If he were alive today, he would've turned a quarter of a MILLENIUM old!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So what did the world do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Throw him a sweet sixteen party across the world le...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And it soooo happens that they chose KL as the Asian party place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;After &lt;em&gt;allllllllll &lt;/em&gt;the controversy with who can enter and who can't and whatnot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;There we are, on the drained-out surf pool of Sunway Lagoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;They didn't even check for our ID, so &lt;em&gt;kelam-kabut&lt;/em&gt; their ticketing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Went in with Her Royal Hotness Rueyyy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And got our tickets from the Shazzzz!!! &lt;em&gt;(mwah!mwah!! You're the best :) :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And bumped into Sandy while we were looking for the right Lagoon entrance :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Went in there, and wow, I have to say... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Not bad for the free standing tickets! We were quite up close to the stage...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And no, no free flow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Didn't even SEE a Guinness in near sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What kinda celebration izzit la?? &lt;em&gt;Tak tau nak throw party...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well, it's not like I drink... I was just there for the Peas :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And they made us wait &lt;strong&gt;two and a half bloody hours&lt;/strong&gt; for them!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It kicked off at 8pm, with some Malaysian artistes rapping in Cantonese... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then Reshmonu and Joe Flizzow... &lt;em&gt;Okei la tuu... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nyehhh. Hip hop and R&amp;amp;B concerts aren't much fun actually :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then some Taiwanese artistes took the stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ohhhhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Maiiiiiiiiiiiiii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;GADDDDDDDD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It was plainnnnn torturrrrrrrrrrre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;At that point, we were all so bored, and started chatting with everyone else around us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/strong&gt; was waiting for the Peas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And by then, we were just counting off the songs and artistes we had to endure til the Peas came &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Assumed each &lt;em&gt;kuchirek&lt;/em&gt; artiste had a slot of 3 songs to sing, so should be okay la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But OMGWTHWTFFFF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ONE friggin' song can take &lt;em&gt;SOOOOOOO&lt;/em&gt; friggin' long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Gila &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cekik darah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bunuh diri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;All they did was &lt;em&gt;syok sendiri&lt;/em&gt; on stage while we booed them off by chanting for BEP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It was the most horrible thing you can put someone through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But we survived :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And the&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Black Eyed Peas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; took the stage :) :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And it was oh so goooooood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;They also&lt;em&gt; syok sendiri&lt;/em&gt; a bit la, especially when Will.I.Am did his DJ-stint, sampling songs from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nirvana, MJ, Timbaland, Kanye, etc etc etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But they did their thing, their hits, &lt;em&gt;Where Is The Love, Pump It, Let's Get Retarded&lt;/em&gt; and all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But we all knew why we were there for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boom Boom Pow&lt;/em&gt;, baby...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And then it alllllll ended perfectly with what I thought was the best of the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Gotta Feelin...&lt;/em&gt; :D :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~wooo~hooo~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;P-p-p-p-party everyday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ah man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;TO ARTHUR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You better &lt;em&gt;pray&lt;/em&gt; he forgives the organisers for bringing in them filler acts!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099715757059897567-6609062228322666567?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/6609062228322666567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=6609062228322666567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/6609062228322666567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/6609062228322666567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2009/09/p-p-p-party-everyday.html' title='P-p-p-party everyday!!'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Sr48T7ysjJI/AAAAAAAAAnw/hf3_jf-AjgY/s72-c/clover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-1667603168403623890</id><published>2009-09-16T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T23:11:59.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday..Thursday..Saturday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Skandal terbaru!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me, cheating on Blogger with Wordpress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ohhhhhhh yea, baby, mmm........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wordpress is &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fridaycopacabana.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://fridaycopacabana.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Classes have started again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for the past two weeks, I've been hit with this unexplained phenomenon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to miss out one friggin day of the week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in, it could be Thursday, and I'd be happily thinking it's Wednesday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not until my friends start planning for Friday night and the weekends that I realise it's Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they start talking about their Friday night plans...and frequently using the word &lt;em&gt;"tomorrow"&lt;/em&gt; in the conversation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waaaaitaminute.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friday? Tomorrow?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw, shucksss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had two days more to start studying for the test on Saturday, but erh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've been robbed of one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it happened twice already this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099715757059897567-1667603168403623890?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/1667603168403623890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=1667603168403623890' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/1667603168403623890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/1667603168403623890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2009/09/wednesdaythursdaysaturday.html' title='Wednesday..Thursday..Saturday...'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-8326280742363394062</id><published>2009-08-31T06:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T06:56:04.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrr!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I thought I'd share a few more favorites of mine from the 15 Malaysia short films website :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's really gonna make you go "Grrrrr..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;House&lt;/em&gt;, by Linus Chung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5xSHYP724Ok&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5xSHYP724Ok&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart-wrenching; and it just makes you wanna hit the stupid boys in their heads, dontcha think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next one's a little silly, comical and nonsensical, but just relax and let it make you laugh :)&lt;br /&gt;(Especially the last part where the guy next to Adibah depicts the stereotypical Malaysian races. Admit it, it's funny :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Halal&lt;/em&gt;, by Liew Seng Tat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YfAnZooGeuc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YfAnZooGeuc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 daging, 1 Malaysia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Independence Day, Malaysia :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all our complaints about the country...and how things are done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do believe it is a nice place to stay in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly because of the food :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my family and friends I love so dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the fact that we can all live in peace if we don't do anything stupid.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I spent the weekends and today with my colleagues on a trip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG it's just &lt;strong&gt;so different &lt;/strong&gt;seeing everyone in t-shirts and shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not sober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially the higher-uppers :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyehehehehhee.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099715757059897567-8326280742363394062?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/8326280742363394062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=8326280742363394062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/8326280742363394062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/8326280742363394062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2009/08/grrr.html' title='Grrr!!!!!'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-3607657323181272956</id><published>2009-08-23T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T04:57:35.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15 Malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The 15 short stories by 15 Malaysian directors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one by Yasmin Ahmad, Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1HPt4Is5V50&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quite deep. You have to watch it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch the emotions that fleet by so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mum, so geniusly representing a part of the rakyat all by her words and the tone of her voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the guy, who seemed soft-hearted and wanted to sell the schoolgirl the chocolate even though she was five cents short, until his mum yelled at him for "talking to the Malay girl" and he hardened up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tak cukup, tak payah belilah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how he frustratedly slams the chocolate down on the counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Too late, she left.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What that all reflects in our country, it's all up to you to decipher and interpret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genius.&lt;br /&gt;Bless you, Yasmin Ahmad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Anyone notices how cute the guy is? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one by Ho Yuhang, &lt;em&gt;Potong Saga.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hqomaar8RAU&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Isn't that the guy who sang that Negarakuku song??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think so. Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 13 more short films about to be released soon, and I can't wait to watch em all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check them out here :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://15malaysia.com/"&gt;http://15malaysia.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099715757059897567-3607657323181272956?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/3607657323181272956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=3607657323181272956' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/3607657323181272956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/3607657323181272956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2009/08/15-malaysia.html' title='15 Malaysia'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-5116912655356666054</id><published>2009-08-16T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T04:34:40.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gimme yer number, I wanna see ya later...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Standing in the rain: Catching a cold later on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Getting hit by the crazy, sweaty rempits over-moshing: Ouch everywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Rising cases of H1N1: Being part of the statistics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Two bottles of water: RM10.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Watching Hoobastank play right in front of your eyes: &lt;strong&gt;Priceless.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;For everything else, there's no Mastercard and I sure am feeling the aches in every fibre of muscle I have in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;MTV World Stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We stood there since 3pm, allllll the way to near midnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;To entertain the people waiting since...I don't know when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;They put this local singer on stage, I forgot his name, but he practically sang his song to the moves of the great MJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;MJ's moves are great, but should you really follow them all to a T when you're trying to become an artiste of your own? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cute moves though :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When it started off, my friends and I were up front, closest to the stage when these few dudes started going crazy for Estranged. &lt;em&gt;(seriously??)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lol, their music's good, and their drummer's eyes were demonic red, but we(the people standing next to them crazy kids) think they came after snorting some coke or taking something illegal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THE GUY'S T-SHIRT WAS LITERALLY SOAKED WITH HIS OWN SWEAT. EW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I bet if you wrung that t-shirt, you could douse a whole forest fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And I was standing right next to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And he wouldn't back off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And I wouldn't either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;F' off, I'm not giving up my spot til Doug Robb finishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then Boys Like Girls performed! Wow, the lead was kinda efffeminate.. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Not that I have anything against girly guys, but I could never have thought so just by listening to their music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;They played &lt;em&gt;The Great Escape&lt;/em&gt;! :) :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I love that juvy song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The effing rempit(complete with the tight pants and the thick-rimmed glasses and his other similiar friends) was still sweating next to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Halfway through Boys Like Girls, I gladly let the crowd push me away from that sweating entity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then someone from the band threw their wattle bottle at the crowd, the bottle landed right on top of my friend and I, we got totally drenched! And someone else took the bottle away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hahahah, and they threw their setlist, I got it, kept it, went to the mamak later on and left it there... :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;After BLG, I think it was Raygun! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I've never heard of them before that night, but wow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;They are GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I got this whole Rolling Stones vibe from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Even the vocalist had this Keith Richards/Mick Jagger swagger!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And their songs are sooooo catchy, you just gotta listen to them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*See you later, see you later, I wanna see you later..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gimme your number, I wanna see you later..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*runs out to get ten of their albums*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So after that, some artistes performed and there was a quick break. I'm not sure which one came first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pixielott, methinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But what an odd artiste line up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It was all rock, and suddenly there was a pop singer, Pixielott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So...weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's almost like throwing Celine Dion into a rock fest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I quote a friend of mine, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Yes, except Celine can actually sing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;All Pixielott did was fluff her pretty blonde hair around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(She did have nice hair :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THENNN...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THENNNNNNNNNNNNN..................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Finally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hoobastank :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(My first ever rock gig, Hoobastank live in Malaysia 2004. Remember that, Tash?? Of course you do :P hehehee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Sofr6CWgZII/AAAAAAAAAnA/38omTIRhYnU/s1600-h/hooba.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370520462958814338" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Sofr6CWgZII/AAAAAAAAAnA/38omTIRhYnU/s400/hooba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And my friend offered to put me on his shoulder so I could get a better view! Woo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(I was like, &lt;em&gt;you sure ah?? I'm damn heavy!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But it was Hoobastank. YES! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nyarhahahahha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SofsdcpqkVI/AAAAAAAAAnI/P4k8bLbYAeU/s1600-h/hoobastank.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370521071313916242" style="WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SofsdcpqkVI/AAAAAAAAAnI/P4k8bLbYAeU/s400/hoobastank.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Doug Robb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Rockstars can look so ugly when their faces are scrunged up while shouting that big note, but boy is that sexy or &lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt;??? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yummehhh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;He was in a crisp, white shirt and a black tie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And then he got the crowd jumpin to &lt;em&gt;Crawlin In the Dark&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Singing along to the Ghostbusters theme song...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(to which he said "YOU GUYS ARE RIDICULOUS" :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And to &lt;em&gt;The Reason&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I wish they played more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;They left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Come back again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And after that, err...got la, some other bands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The All-American Rejects were fun, they played &lt;em&gt;Swing Swing&lt;/em&gt;!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And Kasabian, I've never heard of them before either, they were alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I kinda thought Raygun was better :D Very catchy songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And by the end of the night, I was spent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Done for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But wheeee :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And I didn't take any pictures for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099715757059897567-5116912655356666054?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/5116912655356666054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=5116912655356666054' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/5116912655356666054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/5116912655356666054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2009/08/gimme-yer-number-i-wanna-see-ya-later.html' title='Gimme yer number, I wanna see ya later...'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Sofr6CWgZII/AAAAAAAAAnA/38omTIRhYnU/s72-c/hooba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-2335608050956217437</id><published>2009-08-14T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T09:52:38.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooba-hooba!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What a tiring week it's been. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wake up at 6.30am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;LRT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sleep in between stations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Office at 7.30am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Client's office at 9am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Work non-stop, save for lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Work work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Leave the client's at 8.30pm(can drag on til 9.30pm XD )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sometimes, back to the office for a lil more work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Home, dinner, fb, sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Repeat cycle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And there seems to be more work than ever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;How is that possible??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Dumb question.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I think now, I have the worst zombie-eyes a girl could ever have :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ANYWAY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I was talking to this marketing personnel at the client's office one day; going through the usual "So how long have you been working here?" kinda questions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And I realised I didn't want the client side to know my real age :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What if they doubt my credibility/qualification/etc etc???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I mean, it's like how you'd have second thoughts about a college kid performing surgery on you, y'know??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"So how long have you been in audit?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Hmm..."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;cracks my head hard to think of an answer&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"What do you think?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(OMG What a dumb response. Lol.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"3 years?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"WAHHHH, do I look that old??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"A year?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Around there lo.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(I lied. I've only been doing it for less than 6 months.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And there was more talk until the conversation finally led to THE question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"Ohh... So how old are you??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*again, I cracked my head to think of something*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Hehe, you think leh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"Wahhh, again ah... Erm, since you said you had a year working experience, I'd say, 23?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"No laa.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"21?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Around there lo..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AHAAHHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This is sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm eighteen, I'M EIGHTEEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes, now you can totally recoil back and realise I'm a kid :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But boy oh boy, I just realised the power of smiling at people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No matter how hostile or cold they are to you, just smile at them, speak to them at a ridiculously nice manner and voila, you get what you want :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And now apparently, when I get really exhausted from the work at the end of the day, I start smiling and laughing for no reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My friend thinks I'm nuts because at 8.30pm we were all really tired and he saw me smiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Eh why do you look so happy to be working this late?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And I just LOL-ed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I don't have a clue why I looked like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I think my bodily systems have gone haywire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Time for a vacation...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time for the MTV WORLD STAGE gig, in 15 HOURS! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hooba-hooba!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099715757059897567-2335608050956217437?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/2335608050956217437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=2335608050956217437' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/2335608050956217437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/2335608050956217437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2009/08/hooba-hooba.html' title='Hooba-hooba!'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-1346311129306683159</id><published>2009-07-29T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T10:01:21.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Many of my colleagues asked me the same questions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Not just my colleagues actually, lots of my friends and relatives give the same reaction and ask the same questions about me starting work now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Aren't you a little too young?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Why ah... Feeling your age creeping up on you already? Hee  :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Working ah?? Missing out on your college life lor???"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well, yes and no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;See, back when I was studying full time, I paid the college a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ridiculous&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;amount of tuition fees so I could fall asleep in the (uncomfortable) lecture theatres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Really, I got bored of learning that a way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So now I'm just learning&lt;em&gt; this&lt;/em&gt; a way :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And I still go to classes in the same college. Except I don't pay anything :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And I get paid to study. Ahahahahhahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"You're 18 wor... Supposed to be having fun with your friends wor..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Who says I'm not having fun??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Audit ah?? Work every day and night wan leh... Summore working and studying... No life edi la?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I admit, the working hours are a little crazy to some, but that's life, everyone. I'm not complaining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's weird, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I've been working late for the past few days now, and I am still fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cheerful, even :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Even though two hours ago my laptop wentcrazy&lt;em&gt;sottsottdei&lt;/em&gt;andhangedandIdidn'tfriggingsavemytwohoursworthofwork...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I was fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Still am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I have been going to bed at 2am and waking up at 6.30am to go to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And it goes on the whole day til 2am and cycle repeats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Three days now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm still very surprisingly fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I suspect...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I suspect it's one of those times where I spend so much energy for a few days and crash down like crazy the following week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Like a sugar rush/coffee high and after a few hours, you'd feel so spent and miserable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099715757059897567-1346311129306683159?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/1346311129306683159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=1346311129306683159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/1346311129306683159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/1346311129306683159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2009/07/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-6485914946623704169</id><published>2009-07-22T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T07:55:14.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy days :)</title><content type='html'>Politics, rempits and shaky education...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, the only saving grace of Msia is the fact that we have durians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehhhneeway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed my AA paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I found out I passed, I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really thought I was done for this round, but I made it!&lt;br /&gt;What luck stuck with me, I don't know, but thank youuuuuu!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so close to the passing mark, that I just cried, I have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my boyfriend, who's always there for me to cry on :)&lt;br /&gt;And whose shirt becomes my hanky. Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh I love you, hunny :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for classes to start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days off work, where we just lepak in college and in the mall and in the mamak. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely different topic now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 18th, Tashie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're eighteen, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have a great day, and if you're working today, I hope you get ridiculously large tips ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can belanje me when you get yr bum back here ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 ya! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099715757059897567-6485914946623704169?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/6485914946623704169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=6485914946623704169' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/6485914946623704169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/6485914946623704169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-days.html' title='Happy days :)'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-5978118759266690975</id><published>2009-07-07T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T09:05:24.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The people</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;July.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Never really liked the month of June and July...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Because they're the months with no/little holidays in them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And now I'm feeling it more than ever in the office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I can't even tell which or when the next public holiday is coming...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Isn't a Sultan's birthday due sometime soon???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Grrr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's July!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I've been working for about...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...four months now :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I have to say,&lt;strong&gt; I LOVE IT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I love it, love it, love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The people here are &lt;em&gt;great.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;They totally make my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Because there's too many...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...Here's a gist of the people I saw in the office today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ah Ry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My gossip girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Makes my 8am mornings feel so much better :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Especially when we go "&lt;strong&gt;OMG&lt;/strong&gt;" over &lt;em&gt;Tranny&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;No. 27&lt;/em&gt; ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And laugh like idiots when we discovered that people actually made the phrase "work done" into &lt;strong&gt;a&lt;/strong&gt; word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Stell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My lunchmate, came in the same day I did :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We love our morning Nescafes... &lt;em&gt;"Stellabucks"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Greets me every morning over MSN Msgr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ever so patient whenever I ask him dumb "DUH" questions... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Zen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My damn smart classmate who likes to blackmail &lt;em&gt;Ah Ry&lt;/em&gt; just to get her all worked up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Whom also threatened to swap his schedule with mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't you dare...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mr L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;He's old...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Very old...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But believes himself to be 18, I think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mid-life crisis :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Incapable of understanding the word "&lt;em&gt;paiseh&lt;/em&gt;" as well :P Hehee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A walking &lt;em&gt;Red Box&lt;/em&gt; for Hokkien songs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Always, &lt;em&gt;always &lt;/em&gt;makes everyone laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Always, &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; hungry :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;He will finish your M&amp;amp;Ms. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;All the other people are mostly nice people. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Err...The work comes in somewhere in between :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Have yet to encounter any &lt;em&gt;horror stories&lt;/em&gt; from the working world yet...&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to, but they say it is &lt;strong&gt;unavoidable&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And this Friday, will be going out for after-work drinks with the AA people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chewahhh...&lt;/em&gt; "After-work" drinks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099715757059897567-5978118759266690975?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/5978118759266690975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=5978118759266690975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/5978118759266690975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/5978118759266690975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2009/07/people.html' title='The people'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-1126473614906028917</id><published>2009-06-28T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T09:53:26.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you remember the time, when we fell in love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When I heard the news over the radio at 7am, I was in shock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Michael's &lt;em&gt;gone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The King of Pop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And right after the news, they played &lt;em&gt;Remember The Time&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A few tears rolled down my cheeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I have no idea why I was so "affected" by the news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's not like I know him personally...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But it did affect me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I grew up listening to him. My sister and I did, thanks to my dad's influence...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We'd watch a VCD of his greatest hits together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Imitate the awesomecool dance move from &lt;em&gt;Smooth Criminal...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You know, that move where he and a few dancers would lean ridiculously to the front and slowly get back to balance??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yeah, we face-slammed the couch a couple of times trying to "practise" that move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And then &lt;em&gt;Thriller&lt;/em&gt; comes on, and we'd use the couch pillows to hide behind every time the werewolf chased the woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And then &lt;em&gt;The Earth Song's&lt;/em&gt; video would make me cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;In short, Michael's music is the type of music where, if I hear it on the radio, I'd stop whatever I'm doing just to enjoy it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(He was my first celebrity crush. Lol. I know, a bit weird, but I loved the suits and the bad-ass dance in &lt;em&gt;Smooth Criminal&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And listening to his songs, when you KNOW he's gone, is just weird. A different feeling to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I don't know. Maybe it's just the newness of the news that freaks me out. I'm listening to the song when I knowwwww his body is lying cold somewhere. Brr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyway, I hope he doesn't feel any more pain, wherever he is now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A man who gave such a beautiful gift to the world (in the form of platinum-selling records) should not have been shunned away to his not-so-nice state of living after the legal cases against him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I actually would like to believe it wasn't him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;He DID NOT do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I know, I'm biased, but HEY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Smooth Criminal&lt;/em&gt; is awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beat It&lt;/em&gt; is awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So are his millions of other hits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;His moonwalk is unbelievable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Such a great performer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;R.I.P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099715757059897567-1126473614906028917?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/1126473614906028917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=1126473614906028917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/1126473614906028917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/1126473614906028917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2009/06/do-you-remember-time-when-we-fell-in.html' title='Do you remember the time, when we fell in love?'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-5135815285141198149</id><published>2009-06-25T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T06:39:21.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of knowwwing, lack of bras, sexism and metal snakes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yesterday night was the first time I walked into a cinema and knew almost everyone in there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well, not that I &lt;em&gt;knowww&lt;/em&gt; everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;See, the firm I work for decides to have a movie night! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Apparently the first of its kind in the firm's history)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So it's not that I &lt;em&gt;knowww &lt;/em&gt;everybody there, but more like the&lt;em&gt; I've-seen-your-face-before-I-know-you-work-where-I-work-therefore-I-knowww-you&lt;/em&gt; kind knowing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It was weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The entrance of the cinema hall had the firm's banners :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then I realised the cinema seats were of the firm's corporate colours! How perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And we watched Transformers 2 on the night of the premiere &lt;em&gt;*ohh yeah, kick ass firm*&lt;/em&gt; ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And so we allllllll watched metals clang together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Annnnnnd we watched Megan Fox braless running very,&lt;em&gt; very&lt;/em&gt; hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And watched magic powder bring someone back to life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Good stuff ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Although the evil hot girl with the metal snakey tongue was a bit terrifying. If any guy tried to rape her I think her metal snakey thing will castrate the rapist right inside her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sorry for the details :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Annnnyway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;If there's one thing I wish would stop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's the fact that men love going&lt;em&gt; "Oh she's PMS-ing today"&lt;/em&gt; whenever a girl/lady/woman is upset/angry/blew her top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;WTH WTF STOP IT ALREADY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What is it called when MEN get upet/angry/blow their top??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;HUH??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's not friggin bloody "PMS".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You mean you can't be angry without having to PMS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's upset-ness/anger/blowing their tops of because of some other valid reason which is probably due to you anyway :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So stop pointing towards those three letters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's very sexist; immature, even.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Some girls do it (blaming the PMS when other women are upset/angry/blowing their top) too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Do that in front of me and my metal snakey tongue will severe your tongue off, I swear :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099715757059897567-5135815285141198149?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/5135815285141198149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=5135815285141198149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/5135815285141198149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/5135815285141198149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2009/06/of-knowwwing-lack-of-bras-sexism-and.html' title='Of knowwwing, lack of bras, sexism and metal snakes.'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-3756285658138078164</id><published>2009-06-23T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T05:35:43.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaa-chooOINK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Assunta is now known NATIONALLY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Not for it's fair grip on the English language...(when compared to most national schools ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Not for its pretty girls..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Not for its lesbians fame..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Not for its easy girls...(SOME la, okay, SOME)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Not for its missionary history...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Not for its super-long school song...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;BUT FOR &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SWINE FLOO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PIG FLOOO........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pork chop&lt;/strong&gt; floo.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;All these travellers who just boarded off a plane from those H1N1-highlighted countries are plain selfish la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I mean, cmon. They've just arrived back from the floo-hit countries and go around to school/work/trains/buses/etc and &lt;em&gt;share the joy&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;WTF?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;If you KNOWWW you just came from that area, please la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Be more responsible to the greater public and stay at home a few days before you start going out if you feel fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I mean, you KNOWWW how it's spread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You KNOWWW you won't know if you have it til after a few days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So stay la at home for a few days to make sure you're alright...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'd self-quarantine myself for a week at least, and catch up on those addictive Hong Kong dramas and the Kardashian drama :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;For the greater good of the masses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Y'know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;In case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;To those who are sniffling or sick... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Get well soon :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099715757059897567-3756285658138078164?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/3756285658138078164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=3756285658138078164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/3756285658138078164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/3756285658138078164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2009/06/aaa-choooink.html' title='Aaa-chooOINK'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-6161840935242058823</id><published>2009-06-15T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T08:54:32.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parenting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Imagine the time when we...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;("we" as in all you people around my age... If you don't know how old I am, I'm 16 ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...are all grown up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We'd settle down...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Build a family...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Suffer as parents...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And become an old fart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AND THENNNN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Our kids might probably stumble onto our probably then &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;prehistoric &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Facebook accounts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prehistoric&lt;/em&gt; because by the time our kids are our age today, they'd most probably have super-technology at their disposal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Maybe they'd be implanted with some chip in their head immediately after they're born so they can access through their minds something like our Internet; except 10 times faster and better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Maybe immediately after birth they'd be injected with some kinda chemical that makes their minds mega-computers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Maybe they'd...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Maybe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But yeah. What we have now will be &lt;strong&gt;prehistoric.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;In the next thirty years, we'd be sitting at Starbucks&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(which, by then, would be sooo not hip or cool anymore)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; recollecting the good ol' days when we'd used to comment on each other's Wall, Facebook quizzes and Twit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We have all our blogs, Facebook, Friendster, Twitter accounts now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And we document in text, pictures and videos all our adolescent stupidity and foolishness for the world to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Imagine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just imagine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Our kids finding them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Our &lt;em&gt;camwhore&lt;/em&gt; pictures. A plentyful of those.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Our pictures while trying on dresses in the fitting room with our best girlfriends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Our&lt;em&gt; la-la&lt;/em&gt; pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Our pictures of short-lived teenage &lt;em&gt;romances&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Our thousands and hundred thousands of pictures with our &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;fake&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; camera smiles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Our...erm...&lt;strong&gt; X-rated&lt;/strong&gt; pictures??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yeah you get the idea. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"OMG Dad used to be such a dorrrrrk!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Mum...had bangs. Ew."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"AHAHAHHAAHAHHA Dad thought he was some kinda gangsta?????"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Err... My mum's into Hannah Montana."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Our parents actually shelled out $$$ for them ugly shoes... Crocs?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And finally...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*GASP!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;MUM'S FACEBOOK STRIPPER NAME WAS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; MS   TICKLECOCKER."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;o_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099715757059897567-6161840935242058823?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/6161840935242058823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=6161840935242058823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/6161840935242058823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/6161840935242058823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2009/06/parenting.html' title='Parenting.'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-7718560892064053348</id><published>2009-06-12T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T07:33:40.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My working hours, officially, are from 8.30am to 5.30pm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, due to the nature of the industry, the inofficial working hours range from 8.30am to 8.30pm...&lt;em&gt;or even til the next morning.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAYYY... I didn't have much work to do and I finished way before 5.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I helped out my colleagues a bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then...voila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was chatting with a friend online, working, who was also counting down the half hour til the day was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.15pm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend reminded me : &lt;em&gt;15 more minutes to pretend to look busy when you're actually thinking of going home/going to party/etc etc...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.25pm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YES!!&lt;/strong&gt; Five minutes to go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5.30pm!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOO~~&lt;br /&gt;START PACKING AND RUN OUT THE DOOR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RIGHT???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one&lt;/em&gt; was packing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one&lt;/em&gt; was leaving.&lt;br /&gt;I checked the time on my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;5.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;I checked the time on my phone just to make sure.&lt;br /&gt;5.35pm&lt;em&gt;...(I set it 5 minutes faster, yes)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I didn't pack.&lt;br /&gt;I left everything as it was, just to blend in with the rest of my colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.45pm.&lt;br /&gt;Still no one going out the door with their bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling a bit restless.&lt;br /&gt;These people aren't going home til &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SATURDAY MORNING!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;GRARRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.59pm&lt;br /&gt;Finally, someone left with their bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6pm&lt;br /&gt;I start packing.&lt;br /&gt;Throw and chuck everything in the bag.&lt;br /&gt;Walk out the door feeling like a &lt;em&gt;dungu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099715757059897567-7718560892064053348?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/7718560892064053348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=7718560892064053348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/7718560892064053348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/7718560892064053348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2009/06/friday-night.html' title='Friday Night'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-2361782747497800630</id><published>2009-06-07T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T11:49:30.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady Love ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dear blog,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;when I got so sick of looking at my exam prep kit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I opened an account at a GAL site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(GAL=gays and lesbians)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just to see how &lt;em&gt;lesbian-worthy&lt;/em&gt; I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hahahahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So please don't freak out if you see my face there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm as straight as an arrow, and I love my boyfriend (who's a real guy, not an FTM :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(FTM = gay slang for transsexuals; aka Female-To-Male)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;How I fared among the ladies..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Time'll tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Teruskan membakar minyak tengah malam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099715757059897567-2361782747497800630?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/2361782747497800630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=2361782747497800630' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/2361782747497800630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/2361782747497800630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2009/06/lady-love.html' title='Lady Love ;)'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-3892912110830416097</id><published>2009-06-04T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T08:22:42.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Cheese Naan!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I have this problem when friends take my picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;They snap the picture, and then they look at it, and say, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Again, again. Take another one, Rachel blinked la..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Welllll..... I &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; I didn't blink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;See, when I smile or laugh or grin... My &lt;strong&gt;eyes&lt;/strong&gt; kinda get very, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;very,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;verrrrrrry small..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm your typical Chinese :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Sifin1yCa5I/AAAAAAAAAmY/iBssODsheK8/s1600-h/sepet.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343488656978111378" style="WIDTH: 389px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Sifin1yCa5I/AAAAAAAAAmY/iBssODsheK8/s400/sepet.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And this happened not once, &lt;em&gt;not twice,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not thrice,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;but a few times already!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Aw, shucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So obviously, I can't say, &lt;em&gt;"Oh no, photographer, it's just my sepet eyes!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hee. So let's take that shot again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Sifini8vd1I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/9Xw7m6H29Xg/s1600-h/open.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343488651922732882" style="WIDTH: 382px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Sifini8vd1I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/9Xw7m6H29Xg/s400/open.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So I give a fake smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;One that doesn't&lt;em&gt; sepet&lt;/em&gt;-ise my eyes too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And Mr/Ms Photographer's happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yaaay!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Sifk6k13B_I/AAAAAAAAAmg/5rYpcfpnoZ8/s1600-h/sepet.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343491177871509490" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Sifk6k13B_I/AAAAAAAAAmg/5rYpcfpnoZ8/s400/sepet.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Sifin1yCa5I/AAAAAAAAAmY/iBssODsheK8/s1600-h/sepet.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099715757059897567-3892912110830416097?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/3892912110830416097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=3892912110830416097' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/3892912110830416097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/3892912110830416097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2009/06/say-cheese-naan.html' title='Say Cheese Naan!!'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Sifin1yCa5I/AAAAAAAAAmY/iBssODsheK8/s72-c/sepet.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-4424157814341318184</id><published>2009-05-30T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T11:47:35.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A---ttttttttaaaaaaaackkkkkkkkk!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Classes started...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And ended oh-so-very quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And thanks to the class photographer Damien...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This is how we look like in class...(killing those SFQs and WTs and listening to Mr. ManU's stories)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SiF720AL7tI/AAAAAAAAAmA/rNZtnqTRCGM/s1600-h/cl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341686814640697042" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SiF720AL7tI/AAAAAAAAAmA/rNZtnqTRCGM/s400/cl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And when we're outta the lecture room......................... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SiF5XSlddDI/AAAAAAAAAlg/s1-0Lzz5vr0/s1600-h/Din.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SiF7HJAFZmI/AAAAAAAAAlo/UP7ZTMFK61o/s1600-h/Din.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341685995643692642" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SiF7HJAFZmI/AAAAAAAAAlo/UP7ZTMFK61o/s400/Din.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The dinner at Royale Bintang Chulan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;* My classmates are just so gorgeous! *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;WH just looooves sitting/lying on another man's lap... As evidence, there's this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SiF72m_KvqI/AAAAAAAAAl4/GrPO4ewRk-o/s1600-h/21.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341686811146763938" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SiF72m_KvqI/AAAAAAAAAl4/GrPO4ewRk-o/s400/21.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Can you see the joy on his face when he's lying down on LY's lap??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No? Look closer :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SiF72WXSHVI/AAAAAAAAAlw/IrhNZJLNX8A/s1600-h/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341686806684507474" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SiF72WXSHVI/AAAAAAAAAlw/IrhNZJLNX8A/s400/21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Celebrating Eleanore 's birthday @ 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SiF5W9Q5_mI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/ctMM-IVbvjc/s1600-h/21.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341684068347674210" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SiF5W9Q5_mI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/ctMM-IVbvjc/s400/21.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And now, I shall go attack my revision kit the way I'm attacking Jean's fries for the exam tomorrow :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SiF9qvox-oI/AAAAAAAAAmI/9C3MpwVDPls/s1600-h/lu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341688806333610626" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SiF9qvox-oI/AAAAAAAAAmI/9C3MpwVDPls/s400/lu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6099715757059897567-4424157814341318184?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/4424157814341318184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=4424157814341318184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/4424157814341318184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/4424157814341318184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2009/05/ttttttttaaaaaaaackkkkkkkkk.html' title='A---ttttttttaaaaaaaackkkkkkkkk!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SiF720AL7tI/AAAAAAAAAmA/rNZtnqTRCGM/s72-c/cl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-5365830862205201871</id><published>2009-05-24T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T23:42:36.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Candy with the surprise centre..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Quick, name something wrong with Chace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i218.photobucket.com/albums/cc16/Zookie07/chace_crawford2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://i218.photobucket.com/albums/cc16/Zookie07/chace_crawford2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nothing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I thought so ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Why the sudden randomness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I don't even watch Gossip Girl!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I was just watching E-News when they featured some magazine's list of sexiest people in Hollywood..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Katy Perry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Chace Crawford...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Liev Schreiber...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Christina Applegate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Helen Mirren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Beautiful at what, age 50??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But what caught my eye was the photoshoot shot of Chace, in some casual pants and a t-shirt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sprawled out on a bed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;His eyes just inviting me to join him there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I gotta wake up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(next to him)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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centre..'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-1155738515676459409</id><published>2009-05-23T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T10:07:16.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna KISS Adam!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;OMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;WHAT THE???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What on earth / the hell / in heaven's name ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fish / frog / fudge / freck / frick / fog / fag / flower ?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(ran outta words starting with F)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kris Allen can &lt;strong&gt;KISS&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ADAM LAMBERT's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; shiny-tight-leather-pants ASS!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Because even he knew Adam should've won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm going for this dinner with a Black Tie dress code.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And I realised I didn't have anything black-tie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;All I have are too skimpy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Or too casual..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Or too boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh wow, a few people I talked to these past weeks told me that I look 20-something!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SO old..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Heheh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Start hitting the anti-ageing products?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh the vanity.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ni de yen shen, chong man mei li..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dai zou wo de xin tiao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ni de wen rou, ru zer kao jin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dai zou wo de xin tiao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;See, my Mandarin's improving ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My Mandarin's off the hook, yo!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Okay la, it's totally &lt;strong&gt;OFF&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099715757059897567-1155738515676459409?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' 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style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A little exaggerated, yes, but it was just a matter of speech..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I knew in my head I wasn't gonna fail la, but &lt;em&gt;takkanlah &lt;/em&gt;you're gonna go around saying, &lt;em&gt;"Oh I sooo aced that piece of shet."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;That, my friend, would be &lt;u&gt;cockiness.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And as an auditor, always be prudent. Only disclose, but not recognise potential income, and always recognise potential losses immediately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So yes, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OhmigawdI'mgonnafail.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But I never did fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mwahahahhaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But last week..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I sat for my first ACA progress test...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Admittedly, I got a bit over-confident..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Didn't study much for the test...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And sat for it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Opened the paper...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...and started to sweat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I walked out of the exam hall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And for the first time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"OhmigawdI'mgonnafail"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...and meant it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I really did fail that test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;MISERABLEH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Next progress test!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'MMA ACE THAT PIECE AH SHET!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099715757059897567-8560921218970349330?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-8178986815612550902</id><published>2009-05-12T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T10:38:55.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE-EIGHT!! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I turned 18 last Friday :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Although, yesh, I spent the whole day and evening at work...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;=\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But hey, I guess that's the big bad world for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;On a sexier note,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SgmxXED5jXI/AAAAAAAAAjM/FVhPCVw94fs/s1600-h/LH.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334990243382267250" style="WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SgmxXED5jXI/AAAAAAAAAjM/FVhPCVw94fs/s400/LH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*rawrrRRR!!!!!!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mr Wang totally blew me away. Although I was ten miles from where he was on stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The distance of my seat and the stage he pranced about on was...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...two countries apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;He still made me feel good though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh my god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When he hit my favorite ballads, I melted...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Like M&amp;amp;Ms in your mouth...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Like a bar of dark chocolate caught in the KL's heatwave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Like a bar of dark chocolate on his sexy, sexy chest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wooo~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sangatlah teramatlah panas nih...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;His voice is so mesmerizing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Could he be anymore perfect ah??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Damn it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I listen to him EVERYDAY on the train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And in the train, especially the morning ride, &lt;strong&gt;NO ONE smiles at 7.30am...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Except for me of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I CAN'T listen to him and NOT smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(which means his songs make me smile la...except for his heart-wrenching ballads *tears up*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But they'd probably think me nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;'Cos I do occasionally lip sync to the songs on the train... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Whoops.. Hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;For more sexy pictures of God... Go to my Facebook only la :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099715757059897567-8178986815612550902?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/8178986815612550902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=8178986815612550902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/8178986815612550902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/8178986815612550902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-eight.html' title='ONE-EIGHT!! :)'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SgmxXED5jXI/AAAAAAAAAjM/FVhPCVw94fs/s72-c/LH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-9143361901625869239</id><published>2009-04-29T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T09:51:50.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bananas over Mr Wang ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;WHAT HAPPENED TO ALL THE MEN IN THE ACCOUNTING INDUSTRY???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Okay, as far as I can recall, back in ACCA, the male-female ratio was about 50:50...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Walk into any accounts department of the office...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And all you see are &lt;em&gt;skirts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;BLOODY HELL DID ALL THE MEN DIE AT WAR???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;There can't be &lt;em&gt;thaaat &lt;/em&gt;little men in accounting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What on earth happened??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;One of life's greatest mysteries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Would be nice to see a guy filing in mundane paperwork for once :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;On another different matter completely...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Taking the LRT has been fun, especially for people with a runaway imagination...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;There were these two Chinese dudes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;In tight t-shirts and nicely fitting jeans...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Carrying their huge-ass luggage bag with the tag from AirAsia still on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;They got on the train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sat directly opposite of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And they sat sooo close next to one another...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And their actions...were &lt;em&gt;so gentle&lt;/em&gt; for men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;One was rougher than the other...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But they seemed so...harmonious in their communication.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Conclusion??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;They're gay, running away from their conservative-homophobic kampung to live a new life together in KL, happily ever after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh oh AND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This Indon couple rushed in and the woman quickly grabbed a seat while the dude quickly put his bags down, and opened this arm-sized box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then another box inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And took out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A stethoscope and the arm-pressure measuring thing with the pump.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And he looked &lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt; excited that he and his girlfriend/wife/sister/mother/friend started trying it out on themselves immediately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No, it wasn't a toy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;They looked like they stole it from somewhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;+___+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And it worked, I think, 'cos they looked so excited about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;There you go, Dr. Thief!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And &lt;u&gt;oh my goodness.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I can feel my English worsening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Drastically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I now speak with the &lt;em&gt;Ah-Pek-Ah-Lian&lt;/em&gt; slang of which I have previously detested much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Unfortunately if you speak properly, without a "local" or "Malaysian" or "&lt;em&gt;normal&lt;/em&gt;" slang, you might give the person an impression that you're snooty and that you think you're better than them because you speak good English..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes, yes, one should not compromise one's standards, bla bla blah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's &lt;em&gt;so easy&lt;/em&gt; to think and preach that, but when it comes to the real world where you meet all kinds of people from&lt;em&gt; alllll&lt;/em&gt; kinds of backgrounds... You learn to compromise to get what you want/need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Which is why my English is so sucks. &lt;em&gt;You know??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Can you believe it, the client's accounting department asked my senior if I was LOCAL???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And my senior told them I should be local la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And they were like,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"But how can she be local and not speak Mandarin??"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;=___=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Never heard of bananas ah??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lol. Come, meet my friends :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I mean, c'monnn.... I'm learning, damn it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes, I do regret not learning Chinese when I was small and all, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;C'MONNNN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's not like I go around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;gasping and saying,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;"OMG you can't speak English???"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Grr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You know who I want Mandarin lessons from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;LEE HOM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mr Wang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I bought a ticket for his show this Saturday!! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Can't wait ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099715757059897567-9143361901625869239?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/9143361901625869239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=9143361901625869239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/9143361901625869239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/9143361901625869239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2009/04/bananas-over-mr-wang.html' title='Bananas over Mr Wang ;)'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-1336735653933682617</id><published>2009-04-19T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T08:56:14.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls like boys who like girls who like boys who like..huh??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Last Saturday, I went back to my alma mater for Sports Day :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm from an all-girls school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(This piece of information is relevant for the following story ahead :P )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And so, Sam, Jean, and I &lt;em&gt;(ex-students)&lt;/em&gt; and Lex &lt;em&gt;(brother of a current student)&lt;/em&gt; were walking in to the school through the front gate when we saw a big group of boys waiting outside the gate trying to get in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So when Lex walked in, this guy just grabbed his shoulder and said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hey! You know me right?? You're N's sister right?? Can you bring me in please?? Eh bring me in la"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;L/O/L!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes, our school is strict about the boys coming into the school compound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My lil sister &lt;em&gt;(a current student)&lt;/em&gt; even told me that she saw two groups of boys climbing over the concrete wall into the school compound that morning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...just to find themselves &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;face to face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;discipline teachers waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for them on the other side of the wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ah, school...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It was just us girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Which was pretty cool :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes yes, everyone &lt;em&gt;NOT&lt;/em&gt; from an all-girls school &lt;strong&gt;automatically&lt;/strong&gt; assumes that girls from all-girls schools are lesbians, kiss girls, and/or fawns over the first boy she sees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The people who think that must have been, I don't know.. Mentally-challenged or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes&lt;/em&gt;, there are girls who like girls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes,&lt;/em&gt; we love going ga-ga over Lee Hom and that cute guy who's a friend of a friend of a friend's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(But not you, you butt-ugly dude.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Naw, I'm just kiddin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And yeah, school was fun :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Boys were... Umm... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Very handy&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Every time we threw events like charity/fund-raising events and needed people by the masses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The boys who were interested in the girls from school would be our dear targets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cos they'd do &lt;em&gt;anything &lt;/em&gt;for the girls they fancy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And they'd bring their group of friends along..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;More people, more crowd, more money coming in, more response, etc etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mwahahahhahahaa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And every school social event was a grandeur show of who's whose boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;OH OH and who can forget...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The boys standing outside the school gate after school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;One of the high school courtship patterns?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just like a normal date, a boy meeting a girl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Except its outside the school gate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...and&lt;/em&gt; the boy comes with an entourage of his friends (for moral support??)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...and&lt;/em&gt; the girl walks out to the school gate with her entourage...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anddd&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; everyone's in their school uniforms, carrying their bags and books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I miss being in school so much!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;College just made me realise how gross boys can get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And working...made me realise that these gross boys will &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; grow up into mature, sexy men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099715757059897567-1336735653933682617?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/1336735653933682617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=1336735653933682617' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/1336735653933682617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/1336735653933682617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2009/04/girls-like-boys-who-like-girls-who-like.html' title='Girls like boys who like girls who like boys who like..huh??'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-2515038458234721812</id><published>2009-04-13T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T08:46:40.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bus Stop.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SeNdN7GKhbI/AAAAAAAAAh8/qnXMT_LOiS0/s1600-h/kl"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324201678265288114" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SeNdN7GKhbI/AAAAAAAAAh8/qnXMT_LOiS0/s400/kl" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(photo courtesy of Kar Hoe who had to lie on the who-knows-what-had-been-there-before KL pavement to take this shot)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Welcome to KL!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yesterday, I took a shower on the streets of KL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I was on Jalan Sultan Ismail and I was trying (and failing) to get a cab, in the middle of a storm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I ran to the nearest bus stop, hoping to escape the rain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But the person who designed the bus stop shelter was stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Imagine the average bus stop shelter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now cut it up into four pieces and space them apart a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You get four small &lt;strong&gt;stooopid&lt;/strong&gt; unfunctional shelters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thanks, bus stop shelter builder, you absolute genius, you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So yeah, it was pouring madness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And I stood in the middle of one of the miserable shelters, hoping to avoid as much rain patter as possible...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But Mother Nature's taking revenge on me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;For printing and amending it and re-printing and re-printing and using too much paper at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE RAIN CAME IN SIDEWAYS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAN YOU BELIEVE IT??? THE RAIN BLEW IN SIIIIIIDEWAYSSS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh my.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And after that, I talked to two Swedish ladies, recommended places to shop in KL, and we talked...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;In the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So I finally got into a cab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And wrung rain water from my jeans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And hair and jacket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ARRRGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Still love you, KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099715757059897567-2515038458234721812?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/2515038458234721812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=2515038458234721812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/2515038458234721812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/2515038458234721812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2009/04/bus-stop.html' title='The Bus Stop.'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SeNdN7GKhbI/AAAAAAAAAh8/qnXMT_LOiS0/s72-c/kl' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-3065960256175980414</id><published>2009-04-11T11:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T20:01:37.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I graduated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Certified Accounting Technician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-owwrrh!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Here are SOME of the pictures, I don't have much because I, ever so blurly forgot to charge the batteries for the camera. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SeDpLGS5dUI/AAAAAAAAAg8/SdEJJf8DPag/s1600-h/IMG_0504.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323511136429634882" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SeDpLGS5dUI/AAAAAAAAAg8/SdEJJf8DPag/s400/IMG_0504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The robes they made us swim in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SeDs2T0bPaI/AAAAAAAAAh0/RnPbbhWfmrs/s1600-h/IMG_0490.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323515177329180066" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SeDs2T0bPaI/AAAAAAAAAh0/RnPbbhWfmrs/s400/IMG_0490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Ellie, Cindy, Jia Ching, Pui Yee and Janice.&lt;br /&gt;You girls make my day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SeDrr-XA1-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/4etFlLTDI94/s1600-h/IMG_0494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323513900258351074" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SeDrr-XA1-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/4etFlLTDI94/s400/IMG_0494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Meet my beautiful Ellie Jellie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SeDrr-XA1-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/4etFlLTDI94/s1600-h/IMG_0494.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SeDrsBNXfsI/AAAAAAAAAhs/nJPKN1mZ0Pc/s1600-h/IMG_0511.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323513901023198914" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SeDrsBNXfsI/AAAAAAAAAhs/nJPKN1mZ0Pc/s400/IMG_0511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SeDpK6qTG-I/AAAAAAAAAg0/yxibW4oHUME/s1600-h/IMG_0490.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fellow colleagues and CAT grads, Zi En and Yung Hui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SeDrrsZXsYI/AAAAAAAAAhc/IMFt_NZnGrA/s1600-h/IMG_0506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323513895436398978" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SeDrrsZXsYI/AAAAAAAAAhc/IMFt_NZnGrA/s400/IMG_0506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SeDpL49FivI/AAAAAAAAAhU/i1DIBE3KHW0/s1600-h/IMG_0508.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fellow colleague and ACCA - OBU grad, Stella! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SeDpL49FivI/AAAAAAAAAhU/i1DIBE3KHW0/s1600-h/IMG_0508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323511150028360434" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SeDpL49FivI/AAAAAAAAAhU/i1DIBE3KHW0/s400/IMG_0508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;JY, Wangko, Ken and I - you guys make my day too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SeDpLl13P2I/AAAAAAAAAhM/0EnoPirCcdQ/s1600-h/IMG_0512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323511144897789794" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SeDpLl13P2I/AAAAAAAAAhM/0EnoPirCcdQ/s400/IMG_0512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My dear, has-gayish-tendencies girlfriend, Philip :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SeDpLYOMXZI/AAAAAAAAAhE/eoeDgZ-CwCA/s1600-h/IMG_0501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323511141241740690" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SeDpLYOMXZI/AAAAAAAAAhE/eoeDgZ-CwCA/s400/IMG_0501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;GQ Accountants. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I had such a blast, on graduation day, and the whole year leading up to it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099715757059897567-3065960256175980414?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/3065960256175980414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=3065960256175980414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/3065960256175980414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/3065960256175980414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2009/04/graduation.html' title='Graduation :)'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SeDpLGS5dUI/AAAAAAAAAg8/SdEJJf8DPag/s72-c/IMG_0504.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-4896145199703530268</id><published>2009-04-04T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T01:03:11.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Office.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I got my &lt;strong&gt;VERY FIRST pay&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes, I've been working for a month now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And those who&lt;/span&gt; blackmailed &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;me into buying lunch on my first pay, I'm so sorry &lt;em&gt;(not really) &lt;/em&gt;to tell you that I gave my mum my first pay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eheheheheh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The working world is the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOMB.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm having &lt;em&gt;sooooo &lt;/em&gt;much fun that time passes so quickly!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I mean, I take the train to work and get in the office before 8.30am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And before I know it, it's evening and its time to go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of course, unless I have to work overtime.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And because everyone in the office usually works overtime, it's pretty awkward to gather my things and leave at 5.30pm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seriously, when I walk out the door with my bags and stuff, everyone I pass by in the office just looks at me funny.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jealous, maybe? :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heheh. I don't know, but its apparently a culture in the industry to OT.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But time passes so fast!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;One week in college used to be forever, with the daily marathon of at least two three-hour lectures..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But now... Last Saturday seemed like yesterday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh and &lt;strong&gt;oh wow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;w&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I have this thing for men in shirts, ties and suits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh wow.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;W&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;w&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;w&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;w&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Men look so good in shirts and ties!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;There's this one particular colleague of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's so sexy to watch him take his tie off once working hours end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So friggin' sexy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I don't think he knows that I watch from the corner of my eye,&lt;em&gt; everytime&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I hope not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And when men get serious, and they have this serious look on their face?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That's hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;LOL, men are hot when they think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes, its a wonder how I get any work done huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So if anyone is around in KL during my lunch hour... 12.30pm, call me and we'll meet up! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099715757059897567-4896145199703530268?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/4896145199703530268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=4896145199703530268' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/4896145199703530268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/4896145199703530268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2009/04/office.html' title='The Office.'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-6289650188965452886</id><published>2009-03-18T03:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T03:11:41.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand or sit? Stand or sit??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I was watching &lt;em&gt;Saturday Night Live&lt;/em&gt; on Starworld.. And it’s pretty old… They show shows from way back. And then there are current ones, like &lt;em&gt;Saturday Night Live: The Best of Jimmy Fallon&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;My.&lt;br /&gt;God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That guy is hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From his impersonation of Robert DeNiro to his ‘music’ to his improv interview with Paris Hilton… I’m in love with a cute loony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never heard of him before this, but I love him. Love him, love him, love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Jimmy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another different matter completely… I take the LRT to work everyday…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it’s a half hour ride one-way. So I’m either standing up on my heels with the not-so-light laptop all the way…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or I get lucky and get a seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it’s not that simple, you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how they say we should give our seats to those who need it more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. That’s not that simple too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ‘more needy’ people are usually the pregnant women or the elderly…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I do get a seat and there are people crowding the train, I start to think about that lady standing near me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is she pregnant…&lt;em&gt;or fat?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, if someone got up and offered me their seat, I’d be thinking… &lt;em&gt;Am I thaaat fat that I look pregnant??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am I thaaat haggard looking that I look like an old woman in need of a seat??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the lady standing near me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I do get up for her, she might get offended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don’t, then she might be a pregnant lady cursing the Malaysian courtesy culture…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can see that my mind just loves to overthink these trivial matters…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Be guilt free and stand all the way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn’t look that heavily pregnant anyways. She’s perfectly able to stand =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099715757059897567-6289650188965452886?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/6289650188965452886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=6289650188965452886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/6289650188965452886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/6289650188965452886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2009/03/stand-or-sit-stand-or-sit.html' title='Stand or sit? Stand or sit??'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-7262614514037190969</id><published>2009-02-28T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T00:33:17.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Braddd...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;New job!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;New hairstyle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Same ol' me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Haha.. Yep, I'm starting work on Monday... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Gonna be weird not having my classmates around the whole day in class, feeling sleepy and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;kacauing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; each other while waiting for the lecturer to give us a break..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yes, that's what we do =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And I finally went to chop off my hair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And went shopping for "office clothes".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm gonna miss my t-shirts and tank tops, I tell ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So anyway, I watched The Curious Case of Benjamin Button and... Wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But what caught me afterwards was this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Last time; long, long time ago..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Pre-cellphones...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Lovers torn apart by distance communicated through letters and all the postal stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It'll take &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;DAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; for your message to get through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And their love can last for decades with just love letters!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But now, distance is NOTHING, thanks to our life dependency... CELLPHONES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But even so, once you don't get a reply from him/her for... Say, an hour...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's either:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;a.) he/she's outta credit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;b.) his/her phone ran outta battery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;c.) he/she has just been a victim of cellphone snatch theft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;d.) something bad happened; eg-an accident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; (CHOI!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;e.) he/she's cheating on you with another person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;How to make the 'love' last for decades like lovers in the pre-cellphone era??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I have no idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099715757059897567-7262614514037190969?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/7262614514037190969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=7262614514037190969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/7262614514037190969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/7262614514037190969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-braddd.html' title='Oh Braddd...'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-6927870638791152304</id><published>2009-02-16T23:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T00:06:53.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meoww...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I went for my first ever job interview!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yesterday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Haha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I was grouped with these other two ladies who hold degrees...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So... I felt like an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;infant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A fetus, even.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ohh goooosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And my final exam results are out!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm now.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Rachel Yong, CAT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Heheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Well no, I can't use CAT at the back of my name cos I've no working experience yet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've passed all my papers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;With flying colours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So anyway, he and I went out on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Vday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;SHOCKED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; at the number of people holding hands and all!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I mean...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; in the frigging mall were in love!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It made me wonder where all the couples went on non-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Valentine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Or where did they all suddenly appeared from for that particular day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Roses, roses everywhere...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Restaurants with their special&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Vday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;menu for two...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;La lala lala...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;No sign of the economic recession at all :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ain't life grand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I love you all ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099715757059897567-6927870638791152304?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/6927870638791152304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=6927870638791152304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/6927870638791152304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/6927870638791152304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2009/02/meoww.html' title='Meoww...'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-47842446588347580</id><published>2009-01-27T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T06:38:09.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams don't come true...I hope.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*tung-tungtung-chiang!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Merry Chinese New Year! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't know if it's just my bad memory or if it's the weather, but I don't ever remember a rainy Chinese New Year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The first two days of CNY are usually extra sunny and cheery!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This year it rained a little, but nahh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;That's okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ang pau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; collecting still goes on! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Anyway, these past few nights have been so odd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've been having such weird, random dreams...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Two nights ago, I slept real late and I dreamt that the love of my life actually hated me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I guess I was so devastated that I woke up in tears. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Then I went back to bed again and had another dream!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This one was a nice one, I'm not gonna put it out here, but it was such a sinfully nice one that I woke up again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And decided to go back to sleep again because it was still early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;8am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Still early ma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Then I dreamt that I was a newscaster at CNN or some similar channel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I woke up feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; sooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; inspired that I wanted to go watch the news and consider a career change!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;L O L.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I have a very weird sub-conscious state of mind XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;AND...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Last night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I went to bed (late as usual)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This time I had a very long and elaborate dream...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It felt so real...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's the present day, Kuala Lumpur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm in my room when these people in uniform started rounding up everyone in my neighborhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;They were grouped up in lines...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Apparently I knew what was happening la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;KL had fallen to the communists!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So I ran back into my room to pack my "escape bag"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I reached for my cellphone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Cash...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Water...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Food.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I grabbed chocolate bars!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;AHAHHAHAHAHAHHA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And I don't know what else la but I remember shoving my penknife into my pocket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Then I went out of room and met this woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Somehow, in the dream, she was someone I trusted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We peeked out from the living room and saw the people outside being packed into buses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And she told me they were being sent to labor camps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So we hid in my room...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Til this stranger girl walked by my room and spotted us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;She demanded identification papers from us or she'd report us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So my trusted friend and I looked at each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We understood what we had to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My trusted friend started distracting the stranger girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I turned around to "produce my papers".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I reached for my penknife and flicked it open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I turned back and stabbed the stranger girl on the heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;She gasped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I woke up thinking "Oh no oh no oh no I KILLED SOMEBODY!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Then I realised UMNO still ruled the government.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;That's how vivid my dreams get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I gotta stop reading all my Communism-era romance novels... =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099715757059897567-47842446588347580?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/47842446588347580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=47842446588347580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/47842446588347580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/47842446588347580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2009/01/dreams-dont-come-truei-hope.html' title='Dreams don&apos;t come true...I hope.'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-4406112702792907930</id><published>2009-01-21T17:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T18:00:58.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darlings :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The long-awaited beach getaway... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;8 gorgeous girls on the beach!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You're right, Kay, it does sound lesbian orgy porn-like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Anyway, last December my darlingest girlfriends and I took a four hour long bus ride to Lumut..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;F&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;U&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt; H&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;U&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;S!&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Longest bus ride &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Then after some half an hour of laughing in Sam's dad's friend's son's car, we finally got to check in at Swiss Garden, Damai Laut Resort...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SXfOT6UtgsI/AAAAAAAAAgA/o9ZWy8Fvnw0/s1600-h/room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SXfOT6UtgsI/AAAAAAAAAgA/o9ZWy8Fvnw0/s400/room.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293926728466268866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;The pretty room Kim and I shared..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Funny thing happened when Tracy walked into her room..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Some girl was in the room and she started shouting all the profanities in the book for walking in on her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Apparently the hotel had a system error and gave us the wrong rooms..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But still. LOL. Imagine if the people in the room were in the middle of a steamy session on the bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Or off the bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SXfN572GvjI/AAAAAAAAAf4/-qkcw6Gi_JU/s1600-h/night+beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SXfN572GvjI/AAAAAAAAAf4/-qkcw6Gi_JU/s400/night+beach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293926282198171186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;The beach at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SXfN5W7YXrI/AAAAAAAAAfo/lCqbb5R7F6s/s1600-h/island.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SXfN5W7YXrI/AAAAAAAAAfo/lCqbb5R7F6s/s400/island.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293926272288186034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;And the beach the next morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SXfN5s6jc-I/AAAAAAAAAfw/XAFkfhXUvw0/s1600-h/kay+n+i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SXfN5s6jc-I/AAAAAAAAAfw/XAFkfhXUvw0/s400/kay+n+i.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293926278190298082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Kay and I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;All of us talked so much about kayaking.. And in the end, only Kay, Tracy and Suefie got about to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The rest of us were just too content sunbathing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SXfN5SBNPHI/AAAAAAAAAfg/ub89VZmOmf0/s1600-h/kim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SXfN5SBNPHI/AAAAAAAAAfg/ub89VZmOmf0/s400/kim.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293926270970444914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;The beautiful Kim..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SXfNtzJQj7I/AAAAAAAAAfI/VEcYmdq5_H8/s1600-h/beachers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SXfNtzJQj7I/AAAAAAAAAfI/VEcYmdq5_H8/s400/beachers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293926073704157106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Lovers, sisters, and lazy asses bumming on the beach chair =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SXfNuLA0aZI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/-nPdxTgJTVc/s1600-h/beachh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SXfNuLA0aZI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/-nPdxTgJTVc/s400/beachh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293926080111208850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SXfN5XBUufI/AAAAAAAAAfY/GZpvObvh8Y4/s1600-h/evo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SXfN5XBUufI/AAAAAAAAAfY/GZpvObvh8Y4/s400/evo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293926272313113074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SXfNt1EtuoI/AAAAAAAAAfA/zAjGtrQes9A/s1600-h/beach+bums.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 86px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SXfNt1EtuoI/AAAAAAAAAfA/zAjGtrQes9A/s400/beach+bums.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293926074221968002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;And I absolutely adore you lot to death :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SXfNt08mqkI/AAAAAAAAAe4/R0FhQDwoFP4/s1600-h/beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SXfNt08mqkI/AAAAAAAAAe4/R0FhQDwoFP4/s400/beach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293926074187950658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Right before leaving the place, we walked around the place again and this time, we found an even nicer beach on the other side of the resort!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SXfNt8RPn_I/AAAAAAAAAew/nMDedHkY8hw/s1600-h/beach+walkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SXfNt8RPn_I/AAAAAAAAAew/nMDedHkY8hw/s400/beach+walkin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293926076153569266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SXfNafi24CI/AAAAAAAAAeg/N_OOc7NFH88/s1600-h/rocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SXfNafi24CI/AAAAAAAAAeg/N_OOc7NFH88/s400/rocks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293925742025302050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;*look where Kay's hand is!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Scandalous, mann...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SXfNaTNRnCI/AAAAAAAAAeY/e-kvxNDYSMM/s1600-h/rockx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SXfNaTNRnCI/AAAAAAAAAeY/e-kvxNDYSMM/s400/rockx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293925738713553954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SXfNaN0jhmI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/SmIHjwRc0vg/s1600-h/suefie+on+the+beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SXfNaN0jhmI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/SmIHjwRc0vg/s400/suefie+on+the+beach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293925737267693154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Bye, beach!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SXfNZ3Lw_uI/AAAAAAAAAeI/aR8e86oR-sE/s1600-h/me+on+the+beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SXfNZ3Lw_uI/AAAAAAAAAeI/aR8e86oR-sE/s400/me+on+the+beach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293925731191029474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SXfKu4Df8XI/AAAAAAAAAeA/onG1lY0il1I/s1600-h/bottles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SXfKu4Df8XI/AAAAAAAAAeA/onG1lY0il1I/s400/bottles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293922793667162482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Kim's babies..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt; She "rescued" whatever was left =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SXfKu9kjO1I/AAAAAAAAAd4/4SVRm6wc4aQ/s1600-h/bottless.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SXfKu9kjO1I/AAAAAAAAAd4/4SVRm6wc4aQ/s400/bottless.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293922795147967314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Seokie's babies too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SXfKuSWrRsI/AAAAAAAAAdo/aImHbLVOvTU/s1600-h/buss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SXfKuSWrRsI/AAAAAAAAAdo/aImHbLVOvTU/s400/buss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293922783547049666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Do we look asleep?? Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt; The bus ride was four freakin hours long mannn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt; Had to fidget with the camera a bit la, of course..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SXfKuj-AyHI/AAAAAAAAAdw/H3wt_SXsx1c/s1600-h/bus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SXfKuj-AyHI/AAAAAAAAAdw/H3wt_SXsx1c/s400/bus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293922788275439730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SXfKuK44FpI/AAAAAAAAAdg/KSEIzAY3Qas/s1600-h/butter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SXfKuK44FpI/AAAAAAAAAdg/KSEIzAY3Qas/s400/butter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293922781543011986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, Sam was really asleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Now we know how she sleeps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;=P Damn cute la wei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099715757059897567-4406112702792907930?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/4406112702792907930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=4406112702792907930' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/4406112702792907930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/4406112702792907930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2009/01/darlings.html' title='Darlings :)'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SXfOT6UtgsI/AAAAAAAAAgA/o9ZWy8Fvnw0/s72-c/room.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-8835291731355770925</id><published>2009-01-16T02:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T03:02:48.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIY, baby!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Imagine Ikea selling DIY cars!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Heheheh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;JY, WH and I got so bored at one point in class when we were supposed to attempt a question on luxury cars and family cars... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We were supposed to find ideas on which type of product pricing to use on luxury cars when we started thinking about the fun-ness that was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;assembling your very own car!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So imagine IKEA not only selling furniture, but also engines and steering wheels and wheels!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Then you get to fit plushy, comfy sofas in the car...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(and the bean bag!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The WHOLE 99-horsepower air-conditioner in the car...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Pretty, colourful carpeting for the interior...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Kitchen cabinets for better utilisation of space in the car...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Installing a nice night light &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(in case you got kicked outta the house and have to live in the car)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;THE IDEA HAS BEEN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;COPYRIGHTED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; OKAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(I don't know how to get the copyrighted symbol on Blogger..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Peace =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh and next week..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I am going for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(kind of)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; a job interview!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Kind of, because it's more like an interview to be selected for an interview...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Wish me luck, sweeties! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*sings Britney's*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Gimme, gimme.. Gimme..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099715757059897567-8835291731355770925?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/8835291731355770925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=8835291731355770925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/8835291731355770925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/8835291731355770925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2009/01/diy-baby.html' title='DIY, baby!!'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-4984303830447238750</id><published>2009-01-09T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T22:15:10.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse my language, but...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When I go out, I sometimes get unkind remarks from some people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;They say it out to their friends or whoevers there, thinking I can't hear them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Well, that's kinda true, I can't hear them because I think I'm almost half deaf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;HOWEVER, I do have a boyfriend who has excellent hearing.. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So I was having dinner at a mall, with Alex sitting across the table...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And halfway through the wait for the food to arrive, he told me he heard something from the other table behind me.. (I think there were a bunch of girls there)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;He said they said something about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Look at that bitch"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I admit I do wear clothes that show a lotta cleavage =P And at a table, I do lean forward to talk to him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But I doubt that constituted the cheapshot name-calling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I mean, if they were sooooo holier-than-thou about the cleavage showing, then they would be tooooo holier-than-thou to name-call explicitly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Iiiiiiiii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; think, it had to do with HIM (Alex).  =P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; (Yes, I'm blaming you =P hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I mean, he's so rojak... Half Chinese, half English, a dash of this, a dash of that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My point is, he just doesn't look local.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;As in, local Malaysian guy la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So apparently, he is considered a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;guai lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ang moh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mat salleh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Whatever you wanna call it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;SO!! Thaaat would make me look like one of the sarong party girls! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;What's a sarong party girl? It describes a local Asian woman referring to solely oriental (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;e.g.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, Chinese and Malay girls) who usually dresses and behaves in a provocative manner, and who exclusively dates and prefers white men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Pfffffft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sorry, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;tak suke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I think there are no girls like Malaysian girls and there are no men like Malaysian men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I love Malaysian men ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Haha.. Don't ask me why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Now, back to my point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My 'conclusion' to why those girls called me a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; bitch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;was because of my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; ang moh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-looking boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Another time something like this happened was when I was in a shop in another mall..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Again, I was with my gifted-with-super-hearing-ability boyfriend.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;After paying at the counter, we walked out and he told me, "That cashier just called you a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;perempuan gatal&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It saddened me to know that so many women have this innate need to prejudge a person and voice it out for the next person to hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Well okay, men do it too... (but I don't think I've met any of them who do).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So women do it, men do it.. Everybody does it... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; do it too! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I do admit I do sometimes think not-so-nicely of someone I don't know.. But the difference is, I keep it to myself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Now, back to the cashier. This Malay or Indon woman who called me a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perempuan gatal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Well yeah, my man and I share lil pecks and kisses every now and then..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But since the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;mulut besar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; cashier decided to share her opinions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Oi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Never see people hold hands before ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Never see people kiss before ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Never watched movies where you wished you were the girl the movie hero was making out with ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Wah-lauuu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Dare to call me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;gatal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; when you yourself are in skin-tight clothes like an over-stuffed popiah wishing desperately to be noticed behind the counter???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Psh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;To the two women...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I forgive you..you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;b****es.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099715757059897567-4984303830447238750?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/4984303830447238750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=4984303830447238750' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/4984303830447238750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/4984303830447238750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2009/01/excuse-my-language-but.html' title='Excuse my language, but...'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-70999296499891892</id><published>2009-01-07T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T19:03:07.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROOOOOOM SERRRRVICEEEE!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Classes have, once again, commenced &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;very shortly after the holidays supposedly started...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I had just enough time to convince myself to forget about the woe that was my exams in early December and barely little time to spend my New Year's Eve with my girlfriends on the beach...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We holiday-ed at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Damai Laut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, Perak... Somewhere very near Pangkor Island apparently, but we never went to the island... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Too lazy to get our bums to the jetty to ferry ourselves there.. Heheh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So we spent three days on the resort ( a very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ulu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; and secluded &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;pedalaman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; area off Lumut), getting sunburnt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(no matter how many bottles of SPF150000 we coated ourselves with)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, dining on hotel food and whatever snacks we brought that we could pass off as meals... And drinking ourselves red and high...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yes, we might just as well have had our 'beach holiday' in a hotel in KL..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We could still call for room service, dine on hotel food, instant noodles, instant mash potatoes, bacon bits, tortillas and dips and drink ourselves silly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;annnnnd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; still get sunburnt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But walking around KL in bikinis and sarongs would've been weird..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Wouldn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Anyway... Happy New Year, y'all :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099715757059897567-70999296499891892?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/70999296499891892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=70999296499891892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/70999296499891892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/70999296499891892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2009/01/roooooom-serrrrviceeee.html' title='ROOOOOOM SERRRRVICEEEE!!!!'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-1302874604635693877</id><published>2008-12-28T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T22:09:09.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye and Hello :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's that time of the year again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A week full of Christmas parties and New Year parties :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2008's coming to an end..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Let's see what I can recall...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The Beijing Olympics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Obama becoming president.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Heath Ledger's death(which kinda helped &lt;em&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;/em&gt; rake in the $$millions$$).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The melamine scare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The "economy-crisis" scare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The emergence of the new "boybands" - whiny boys trying to rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Case in point- The Jonas Brothers, Boys Like Girls, We The Kings, etc etc...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I still love them though :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hannah Montana's world domination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yadda yadda yadda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well... 2008 was an interesting year for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I started college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I met a whooooole lotta interesting people there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;From the foos addict to the DOTA-crazed to the facebooking stand-up comedian lecturer to the kinky Latin dancer to the self-proclaimed Tan Sri to the emo-screamo music fan to the downright annoying boy in class whose sole purpose is to drive you mad. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ohhhhhhh you know you are ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I love you all anyways :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got my SPM results!!&lt;/strong&gt; And it was kick-ass! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I rocked out at 2008 MTV Asia Awards&lt;/strong&gt; with the fabulous Mosh Pitters and MAN were they awesome!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I tried ice-skating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I never once let go of the railings or my friend's hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;That failed miserably.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I tried learning how to ride a bicycle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I never rode more than two revolutions of the wheels at any one try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;That failed miserably too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I took up salsa! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now THAT one I didn't fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Not miserably, at least XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And 2008 was fun :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A girl in love always has fun ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Haha... Oh the corniness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm sorrayyy... =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And oh, yes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;May we all have a rocking 2009 :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I love you all ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099715757059897567-1302874604635693877?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/1302874604635693877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=1302874604635693877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/1302874604635693877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/1302874604635693877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2008/12/goodbye-and-hello.html' title='Goodbye and Hello :)'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-2397972000911486341</id><published>2008-12-20T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T05:44:20.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tv time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm loving accounting!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(As nerdy as that may sound...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;No, accounting isn't dull and boring...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;No, accountants aren't bespectacled no-lifers sitting at the desk from 9 to 9 the next morning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;No, I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; trying to console myself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It really, really is interesting! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I mean, especially with the current credit crisis where every Tom, Dick and Harry and Barry and Sally are talking about debts, equity, capital, gearing, liquidity and whatnot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Before I took Accounting in college, I used to skip the gibberish Biz section in the newspapers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Now I can read the articles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;AND &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;understand them =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't just look at the embarrassingly funny pictures of the CEOs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(You know, the shot with their mouths open when the picture was taken when they were talking in the interview or something..) =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Now I actually &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;GET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; what they're talking about =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Loss leader ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;EPS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hah. No problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; mannn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*that terrer feeling*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Anyway... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My finals are over! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Now I'm on my December break...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Waiting for classes to resume in January again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm one of those (few)people who prefer classes/work to long, long holidays...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Long, long holidays(in this case, it's a two-and-a-half-week holiday) are a bore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So I started baking. A lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Pineapple tarts :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Green pea cookies :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ah don't wanna bore you with the details...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So during my boring holidays, I sat my bum in front of the tv a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And I get SO annoyed watching Astro channels because of the ads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(It's like watching Ad-TV with snippets of Heroes as the commercial breaks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And recently... There's the Malaysian rip-off of the show Dancing With The Stars...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sehati Berdansa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;If you watch Astro, you know you've seen the commercials promoting the show...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And I got so annoyed at first that I didn't notice how HILARIOUS it is!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;SO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;One Sunday, I decided I'd check it out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh my god. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;These people would pass off the chicken dance as a waltz if you told them to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Now I'm no dance expert...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;... I've watched enough Ballroom Bootcamp and I've sat through enough traditional dance shows to know what dance is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And the chicken dance is not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hooooo-leeeeee ker-rap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The worst part?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;While the duo were practising their 'moves'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The choreographer would be sitting down, telling them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Okay... Steps kamu okay..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoooooooo-leeeeee ker-rap!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Where on earth in Malaysia did they FIND these so-called choreographers??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;How could you let the dancers do whatever they do on national tv???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*whew*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ANDDD their clothes!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;They go on national tv in clown outfits and some ugliness that I don't know how to decribe in words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You just have to watch it to believe it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ah the things they do to become a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;selebriti Malaysia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The next time any of you get offers to star in a M'sian production...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I urge you to please...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;DEMAND to meet the fashion co-ordinator before you sign the contract!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099715757059897567-2397972000911486341?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/2397972000911486341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=2397972000911486341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/2397972000911486341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/2397972000911486341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2008/12/tv-time.html' title='Tv time!'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-7542014135472854799</id><published>2008-11-25T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T02:42:40.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So I was talking to a friend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;He asked what the 'legal age of consent' is in Malaysia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And I wasn't exactly sure...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sixteen or eighteen? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Eighteen or sixteen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When in doubt, Google it =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And I found some quite interesting schtuff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="siteSub"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;                 &lt;!-- start content --&gt;    &lt;dl style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;dd&gt; &lt;div class="noprint relarticle mainarticle"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Main article: Age of consent&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The age of consent for sex in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;16&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; for both males and females.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(Yep, I've got the consent of the Malaysian law =P )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;In &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; the national legal age of consent for sexual activity is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;14&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; years, regardless of gender and/or sexual orientation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;No wonder they're over-populated)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;'s age of consent for heterosexual sex is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;16&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;, except in the state of Manipur, where it is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;14&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;. If the partners are married to each other they may legally engage in sexual activity at a lower age (13 in Manipur and 15 elsewhere).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(Wonder if the child marriage practice is still going on there...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;According to Israeli's law list (1977), the age of consent in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Israel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;16&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; for any form of sex. Sexual relationships are allowed from ages 14-16, as long as the male is less than 3 years older than the female, and both sides agree and do it willingly (example: a 17 year old male may have sex with a 14 year old female, and an 18 year old male may have sex with 15 year old female).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;("Hey there good-lookin... Let's have some fun tonight..."&lt;br /&gt;   "Err, wait ah, how old are you? Fourteen ah.. Wait ah, lemme count first. *counts fingers*" )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The age of consent in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The Philippines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;12&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; but contract minors under 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(Don't know what contract minors are)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;In &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Indonesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; the age of consent for heterosexual sexual activity is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;19&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; years for males and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;16&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; years for females.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;(Double standards-nyerrr...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The age of consent in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;South Korea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;13&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; regardless of gender and/or sexual orientation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(Freakishly young. Imagine your little Form One sister gettin it on with some other ku-chi-rek boy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;In &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Vatican City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;, there is an equal age of consent set at 12 years of age in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Art. 331 (1)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;. When there is a relationship of dependence (like teacher/student, etc.) the age of consent is 15 years in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Art. 331 (2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(TWELVE??? In &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE VATICAN???&lt;/span&gt; SERIOUSLY???)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The general age of consent in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Paraguay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;14&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; regardless of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; gender and/or sexual orientation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;. The age of consent for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;extramarital intercourse&lt;/span&gt; with married female adolescents is 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(Maybe they're short of women there, I don't know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The age of consent in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; for or all opposite-sex activity and only female same-sex sexual activity. Under section 377A (outrages on decency) in the Penal Code states that; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Any male person who, in public or private, commits, or abets the commission of, or procures or attempts to procure the commission by any male person of, any act of gross indecency with another male person, shall be punished with imprisonment for a term which may extend to 2 years&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;. Which means all male same-sex sexual activity (including mutual masturbation, oral and/or anal sex) is still illegal and the punishment is up to two (2) years jail, hardly ever enforced upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(Ho ho ho... Kesian the queer men of Singapore...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;In &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Madagascar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;, the age of consent is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;14&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; years, according to article 331 in the Criminal Law. In certain cases, including&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;relatives&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and homosexuals, it is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;21&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(Holy crap there's an age of consent for incestuous relationships!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The age of consent in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Kenya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;16&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; years, for heterosexual males, females and female homosexuals. Male homosexuals get 25 years in prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Again, the poor queer men of Kenya...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Currently the age of consent in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Guyana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;13&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; for lesbian females and heterosexual males and females, however legislation to raise the age to 16 is under discussion. Whilst male homosexual 'indecency' and all attempted anal sex carries a 10 year sentence, anal sex itself is punishable with life imprisonment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(Life is great for the lesbians and heteros but the gay men have it bad in most countries... Even ATTEMPTED anal sex gets you behind bars for a good decade.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;According to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Book of My Mother's Laws&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;, the age of consent is... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;30.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099715757059897567-7542014135472854799?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/7542014135472854799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=7542014135472854799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/7542014135472854799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/7542014135472854799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2008/11/minor.html' title='Minor.'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-2357514720432262358</id><published>2008-11-17T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T22:07:07.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You know Christmas is near when the shops start selling Christmas gift packs and baskets :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't really celebrate Christmas as my religious fest but I LOVE IT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I love it when the malls start playing Christmas carols and decorate the place with trees and its trinkets... The whole mall just suddenly comes alive with a warm, fuzzy atmosphere in the name of Christmas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;AND THE BODY SHOP STARTS DISPLAYING ITS CHRISTMAS SPECIALS! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's so yummy that I can lather the product all over myself and start licking it off the back of my hand like a cat XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Dear Santa, please drop a SHIPLOAD of the Christmas Special Cranberry and Plum Body Lotion in my... Err...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I've no chimney, so dropping it on my bed would do juuust fine XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Back to the pretty malls.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Although yes, they're all just gimmicks to get the shoppers in a cheery mood to buy more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But still :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;They say this time around the malls won't spend so much on their decor.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Y'know.. because of the looming black cloud of an economy crisis that everyone's talkin about... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(But according to Zeti of the Bank Negara, Malaysia won't be badly hit by it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My logic is that the malls should spend even more on the festive decor!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Put more effort into luring the shoppers to spend more, yadda yadda yadda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Why do I care so much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't know, I guess I just love looking at beautiful schtuff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The fairy lights on the trees...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The different shades of red on the lanterns and flowers during Chinese New Year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The coloured rice beautifully arranged into a kolam durig Deepavali...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yes, I love all things beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yes I love pampering my eyes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;By lookin at beautiful things..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Beauty is very subjective, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So yeah... This is how I 'pamper' my eyes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Going to the college bookshop during my breaks to flip through a men's magazine just to ogle at the cover guy - Patrick Dempsey in a suit =P and oh yes! His ad for Versace... *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Looking at the page in my exam booklet where I got full marks for Question 2a (But refusing to turn to Question 2b on the next page because the marks are lousy) =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Lookin at shoes.. Beautiful shoes... Zebra print is my obsession nowadays, I don't know why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Watching good rockin concerts... I can spoil myself with great sights and sounds watching Muse perform live..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Polar bears and puppies. Beautiful!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Red and yellow flowers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The sky and its cotton clouds...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Chocolate brownies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My mum. Beauty in two words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Watching my dad laugh(wheezingly) at a rerun of FRIENDS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Seeing my hunny smile =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Okay, change of topic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So I was watching Heroes and I got sooo irritated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When you have the villain at gun point, don't hesitate, JUST SHOOT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ARRRGH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I hate it when the good guy hesitates to shoot just to let the villain manipulate the situation and kills the good guy instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Grrr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;SHOOT HIM ALREADY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;SHOOT!! SHOOT!! SHOOOOOT!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099715757059897567-2357514720432262358?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/2357514720432262358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=2357514720432262358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/2357514720432262358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/2357514720432262358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2008/11/shoot.html' title='Shoot.'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-3311950352301966589</id><published>2008-11-09T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:04:40.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arranged.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I had sushi for dinner on Saturday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yay! Sushi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Didn't like it before, still don't like it, won't ever like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Except for that pregnant fish thing... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(Sashibu? Sashimu? Not sure what it's called)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh and I've always liked chawan mushi :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But seriously... Sushi? *bleghh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I mean, raw salmon? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Rice wrapped with seaweed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Pass. They're weeds for a reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And wasabi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's not even spicy, it's some odd-tasting cheap thrill for your nasal cavity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Give me anything, Indian food, Malay cuisine, Chinese cooking, Western, Italian, Thai, anything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Just not Japanese sushi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh but tempuras and teppanyaki's great :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But I couldn't have any say on Saturday's dinner because my dad's friend from Indonesia came down to M'sia and we went to Genting where the casinos were and it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; just so happens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; that his(my Dad's friend's) wife and his mum loves sushi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*flushes down the raw salmon with hot hot ocha* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(That's green tea in Japanese right?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yeah. I hope the salmon gets cooked by the rush of hot tea in my food tract.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So anyway, now lemme get to the part which cracked me up that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My Dad's friend(let's call him Uncle S from now) and his wife and his mum can only speak Mandarin with minimal English. So the whole time they talked to me, I could just smile/grin/"Mm hmm"/"Oh"/nod/etc as my reply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;To my defense, my Mandarin's OKAYYY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I CAN understand what you say, thank you very much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I CAN reply in Mandarin too. Just that it'll sound really odd. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Okay back to the story!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;At one point, Uncle S turned to me and suggested to me(in Mandarin) to meet his son so we could get hitched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I was still smiling/grinning/"Mm hmm"-ing/"Oh"-ing in reply to his suggestion...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Then they went on la.. He was like, oh my son's good-looking, like a Korean superstar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(Yeah apparently the 26-year old boy's got a Japanese girlfriend, if I'm not mistaken.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Then his mum chimed in... Said I could move back to Indonesia with them... I won't need to work... Each child would have their own personal servant... If you have three kids, you'd have three servants...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;At this point it was so funny I couldn't help laughing XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Then Uncle S asked if I had any current partner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Then he answered his own question in Bahasa Indonesia "Kalau ada, boleh potong"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Then he and my dad 'shook hands' over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hilarious at that point of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;That Japanese girlfriend of Uncle S's son would fit in wayyyyyy better with the family's fav food. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099715757059897567-3311950352301966589?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/3311950352301966589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=3311950352301966589' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/3311950352301966589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/3311950352301966589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2008/11/arranged.html' title='Arranged.'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-3496714601654676652</id><published>2008-11-03T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T00:48:14.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Go stand in the corner!!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Has anyone been sent to stand in the corner as a kid before??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Well, okay, so my classmates and I had to discuss this topic - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;child discipline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And the lecturer asked us to share our personal experiences with the class.. And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; NO ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; spoke so I said&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;"Yeah, when I was a kid, my mum punished me by making me stand in the corner for a reasonably long time"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Of course, it must've felt like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; when I was standing in the corner...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I expected some classmates to agree with me and go like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;"Oh yeah, I had to do that too!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The class was silent and went like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;"Err..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Apparently &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;NO ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; else had been punished to the corner before!! Wow!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So they started making fun of it, lalala, and yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But hey, look how good and DISCIPLINED &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;turned out, right? =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And those of you who've never been sent to stand in the corner before... Look how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;YOU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;turned out!! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mwahahaha... Don't you wish your mum did the same? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know how to discipline your kids in the future  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099715757059897567-3496714601654676652?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/3496714601654676652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=3496714601654676652' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/3496714601654676652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/3496714601654676652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2008/11/go-stand-in-corner.html' title='&quot;Go stand in the corner!!&quot;'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-7697598050148611052</id><published>2008-10-15T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T03:37:06.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm the new addition to Heroes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've just discovered my new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;superpower...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Well actually, I've discovered it long ago back in secondary school, but it wasn't fully developed yet back then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I guess with with great age comes great superpower... (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heh? Nevermind.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Back to the story!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Can...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Write in my sleep!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yes! It's absolutely true!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The Rachel can write in her sleep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;No longer does she need to stay awake in class to take down the lecturer's notes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Isn't that just awesome??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I was in class just now, and halfway through copying down the answers for some question, I just fell into sleep mode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;BUT...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I felt my eyelids opening a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;liiiiiiittle&lt;/span&gt; bit every now and then... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Of course la, my eyes can't see through my eyelids whaaat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My hand was still holding onto my pen, scribbling what I "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saw&lt;/span&gt;"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So yeah, I was "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;asleep&lt;/span&gt;" for probably........five or ten minutes??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Then I woke up and felt totally re-energized and I look at my notes and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I amaze myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;XD Hahaha... Sorry, I'm not usually this much of a narcissist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But hey! It's cool :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And the awesome awesome part of it all??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(I'm studying accounting, so most of the accounts need columns for the figures to go into...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;All the figures are aligned in their proper columns!!&lt;/span&gt; =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Of course, it's a lot of scribbles and the pen mark trailing off in many places...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But that ain't gonna change the fact that I have superpowers!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;know &lt;/span&gt;you wish you had it too ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099715757059897567-7697598050148611052?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/7697598050148611052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=7697598050148611052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/7697598050148611052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/7697598050148611052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-new-addition-to-heroes.html' title='I&apos;m the new addition to Heroes!'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-8611581067366543181</id><published>2008-10-05T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T19:06:08.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>S. E. X  Gossip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;In the midst of my exam season...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Denise had this street carnival she was hosting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So Alex and I went to check out what it was about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Screw Cost Management, bring on the street carnival!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;At least, that was what I thought..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It was something&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Gossip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;... At Asia Cafe, near Taylors Subang..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Then we got there, and the ongoing event for the day was...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A sex forum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;XD Hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You know, a group of curious teens asking questions and discussing the used-to-be-and-may-still-be taboo topic with some adults in the know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I learnt that female condoms existed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Wa-hey! Something new! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Betcha didn't know too huh =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And since it was sponsored by&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Durex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, lubricants were flowing freely...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;No that did not sound like how I intended it to be XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But anyways, we used minty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;pleasurizing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; lube as lip balm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Durex&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;can start a cosmetics line soon =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And I learnt that if you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; to have sex in the car, do not park your car in The Boulevard, where the Malaysian AIDS Organisation Headquarters is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh!! And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;there's a 'condom' for lesbian lovers... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yep. A special type of condom for tongues...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You may not find it here in KL but that's okay... You can always substitute it with cut-up normal condom or... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;CLING WRAP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Heheh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Well there were other topics... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Like, how to talk about sex with your parents..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;How to be comfortable with the subject... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;How to use a condom correctly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Howtobecarefulwhenrippingthefoilwrapperoffwithyourteethintheheatedmoment... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Much more.  =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And yes... Screwed my Costing exam the very next morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I learnt about the different forms of rubber! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099715757059897567-8611581067366543181?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/8611581067366543181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=8611581067366543181' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/8611581067366543181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/8611581067366543181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2008/10/sex.html' title='S. E. X  Gossip!'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-8581804144899033213</id><published>2008-10-03T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T18:17:52.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The dude, again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Okay, there has obviously been a misunderstanding in my previous post...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;didn't &lt;/span&gt;mean that we were gettin freekie in the car, I just said that guys taking their shirts off and going around in only their jeans is hot =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And there's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt; wrong with guys sans their shirts...right??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Nothing wrong with that, so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim (and Hsiennie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, think back to goody goody Rachel again =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;0:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahhaha... And no, I don't strip in the car, Weng Hoe, thank you very much &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you wanko&lt;/span&gt; =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stripping in public is a no-no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I've always wanted to play a stripper at a club for a night&lt;/span&gt; XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, dancing, circling the shiny metal pole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; in the skimpy skirt and then taking it off to just the lacy bra and panties...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Where men shove hundred dollar bills into... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Lol okay that only works for male strippers but whatev... =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But that'll just be for a night only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And I'll wear those decorated masks so no one would know it's me. Mwahahahahah.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Back to reality, there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; is a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;sick dude&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;in my neighbourhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A few months back I dedicated a post to this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;sick sick dude&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;in my neighborhood who stole underwear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I believe it's the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;same dude&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The dude&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;struck again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yeah, so my mum took out the clothes to dry and then left it for awhile...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When she went back she noticed some of them missing and yeah la, how many sickos can one neighborhood be 'blessed' with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So my mum got&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; reallllllly &lt;/span&gt;ticked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When she catches him, she's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reallllllly&lt;/span&gt; gonna give him a sounding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And trust me, when she sounds someone... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Har-har-har.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The dude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;'s balls would shrink back into his body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The dude&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;would lose his sex drive and interests for women and his weird fetish for underwear. Stealing underwear, to be exact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The dude &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;would probably turn gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The dude &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;would... *gasp!* start stealing men's underwear instead!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Heehee =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099715757059897567-8581804144899033213?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/8581804144899033213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=8581804144899033213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/8581804144899033213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/8581804144899033213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2008/10/dude-again.html' title='The dude, again.'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-7635442208009223973</id><published>2008-09-14T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T18:40:15.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One ordinary night on the road...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Alright, so I have this thing for men in suits and tuxes.. The smart look's definitely got me wanting to...urm..... Heheh. :D &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*looks away*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yeah, so I absolutely prefer a man in suit/shirt than a t-shirt and most girls do too... The dude can have six- or eight packs and great broad shoulders for all I care, but I'd wayyy love looking at the Armani model more :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But recentlyyy.... I've discovered something sooooo yummy I can't stop thinkin' about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We were in the car, my boyfriend and I... It was night time and the roads back to my place weren't all that busy... So I don't know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why &lt;/span&gt;or&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; how &lt;/span&gt;we got to this idea... But I got him to take his shirt off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahahahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;He was in a shirt and a pair of jeans...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And he started un-buttoning his shirt... And when we got to the traffic light, he took off his seatbelt and *swoosh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SM2vADxWrMI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/zSxhLqgnf6I/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SM2vADxWrMI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/zSxhLqgnf6I/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246041556503669954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nope, that's not my boyfriend... Just a random picture when I Googled "male models in jeans" XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SM21n246FYI/AAAAAAAAAVg/2bcGi-pSt-I/s1600-h/images1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SM21n246FYI/AAAAAAAAAVg/2bcGi-pSt-I/s400/images1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246048837310223746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SM21oOvA0gI/AAAAAAAAAVo/rbOdxbxMn-0/s1600-h/imagesk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SM21oOvA0gI/AAAAAAAAAVo/rbOdxbxMn-0/s400/imagesk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246048843711173122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Again, no, that's not him either... But it that was, that girl would be me and wow, I have an ah-mayyy-zing body. =P Heh. Just some eye candy for y'all to enjoy ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But back to my story... The lights turned green, he strapped the belt back on, pushed the shirt onto my lap and stepped on the accelerator...then turned to flash his ever-there smile at me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;*licks lips*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The moonlight that illuminated the dark sky made his bare chest glow like some ethereal (English-)Greek god...interrupted by intervals of yellow rays from the streetlamps... And that got me oh-so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;*bites bottom lip*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Lol. Well. One thing's obvious, I can't write amorous love stories out. Nor can I get into erotica. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Streetlamps??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously?? Hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Anyway... Can't cerita so much. Hee-hee. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you, Lex :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And while we're on the topic of eye candy... Here's one, Tashie! Uh-huh, the picture's small, but you know this very well ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SM21n8-EzZI/AAAAAAAAAVY/bllLR9V0gPQ/s1600-h/image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SM21n8-EzZI/AAAAAAAAAVY/bllLR9V0gPQ/s400/image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246048838942510482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099715757059897567-7635442208009223973?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/7635442208009223973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=7635442208009223973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/7635442208009223973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/7635442208009223973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-ordinary-night-on-road.html' title='One ordinary night on the road...'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SM2vADxWrMI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/zSxhLqgnf6I/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-3299309937489631577</id><published>2008-09-07T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T18:42:29.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rewards</title><content type='html'>Back in February this year, our lecturer promised us that if we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alllllllll&lt;/span&gt; pass her paper, she'd throw a party for us at her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why her house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos we found out that her house is 'stocked' with enough gadgets to keep a classful of teenagers happy =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A PS1, PS2 and PS3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Xbox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a Nintendo Wii!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All belonging to her husband's and kids', of course =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the whole class passed the exam and we finally got to wreck, I mean, visit her house last Saturday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SMR_IiyuhiI/AAAAAAAAAU4/zjeoG0IM-v4/s1600-h/06092008%28010%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SMR_IiyuhiI/AAAAAAAAAU4/zjeoG0IM-v4/s400/06092008%28010%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243455650921350690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Su Wei, me, Michelle &lt;/span&gt;- miss you two so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SMR_Kx-GvsI/AAAAAAAAAVA/UT9dru2qqtc/s1600-h/Image298.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SMR_Kx-GvsI/AAAAAAAAAVA/UT9dru2qqtc/s400/Image298.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243455689355345602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The three of us, waiting for our turn at the Wii =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SMR_MDsaJ3I/AAAAAAAAAVI/h04ZOZLAn8k/s1600-h/Image302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SMR_MDsaJ3I/AAAAAAAAAVI/h04ZOZLAn8k/s400/Image302.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243455711292827506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;The three of us fell asleep waiting for our turn at the Wii -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SMR8olbmypI/AAAAAAAAAUo/9ZpSFn6OTSQ/s1600-h/06092008%28004%29.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SMR8olbmypI/AAAAAAAAAUo/9ZpSFn6OTSQ/s400/06092008%28004%29.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243452902850611858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Kar Hoe dancing to HANNAH MONTANA on the Wii!  XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SMR8rXNXqOI/AAAAAAAAAUw/2TBlU9jpy-M/s1600-h/06092008%28006%29.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SMR8rXNXqOI/AAAAAAAAAUw/2TBlU9jpy-M/s400/06092008%28006%29.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243452950572411106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Watch out, Jonas Brothers, Kar Hoe can trump you guys with his HANNAH MONTANA moves weyh!  XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SMR7A-YjYSI/AAAAAAAAAUY/dSm9OQx_To4/s1600-h/06092008%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SMR7A-YjYSI/AAAAAAAAAUY/dSm9OQx_To4/s400/06092008%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243451122842296610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fariz and Kar Kien knocking each other out on the Wii... they're umm..boxing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SMR7BKTHdZI/AAAAAAAAAUg/ChyEoztfA8o/s1600-h/06092008%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SMR7BKTHdZI/AAAAAAAAAUg/ChyEoztfA8o/s400/06092008%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243451126040720786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Fariz totally trashed Kar Kien at boxing - Fariz, you puasa ke, tak? Not bad for someone who's been fasting the whole day :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099715757059897567-3299309937489631577?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/3299309937489631577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=3299309937489631577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/3299309937489631577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/3299309937489631577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2008/09/rewards.html' title='Rewards'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SMR_IiyuhiI/AAAAAAAAAU4/zjeoG0IM-v4/s72-c/06092008%28010%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-3765164492841546465</id><published>2008-09-02T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T18:54:42.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimmers</title><content type='html'>So I have this very weird theory to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Taken from Wikipedia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Veganism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; is a diet and lifestyle that seeks to exclude the use of animals for food, clothing, or any other purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Vegetarianism&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; is the practice of a diet that excludes meat, (including game and slaughter by-products), fish (including shellfish and other sea animals) and poultry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I know this is a bit crude to be on my child-friendly page, but this means that all &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;vegetarians and vegans can't have oral sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos then they'd be consuming the little swimmin' sperms. And they're living 'animals' of some sort...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we are animals ourselves, so yes, they can't have blowjobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless they use a rubber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwahahahahah.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099715757059897567-3765164492841546465?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/3765164492841546465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=3765164492841546465' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/3765164492841546465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/3765164492841546465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2008/09/swimmers.html' title='Swimmers'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-3909106797140288661</id><published>2008-08-21T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T02:03:50.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lookin' down down down.. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SK0pA3QKX7I/AAAAAAAAAUI/Jyu5uobQK1s/s1600-h/salsa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SK0pA3QKX7I/AAAAAAAAAUI/Jyu5uobQK1s/s400/salsa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236887036510232498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the past few weeks, I've been going for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;dance&lt;/span&gt; lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah laugh all you want =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SK0pBARlrSI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/EyMdsCD-wfg/s1600-h/salsa+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SK0pBARlrSI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/EyMdsCD-wfg/s400/salsa+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236887038932135202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SK0pAiol7aI/AAAAAAAAAT4/7C_VFL4Fuf0/s1600-h/sal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SK0pAiol7aI/AAAAAAAAAT4/7C_VFL4Fuf0/s400/sal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236887030975557026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SK0pA0xdJvI/AAAAAAAAAUA/wr8KBPnR8U8/s1600-h/sals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SK0pA0xdJvI/AAAAAAAAAUA/wr8KBPnR8U8/s400/sals.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236887035844568818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt; SALSA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Well yeah, sure it looks &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;heavy&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; sexy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;passionate&lt;/span&gt; in pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you're just starting out, it makes you look like a dead log trying to dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going for lessons at Salsajay with my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;hunnybunny&lt;/span&gt; XD , Sammie and Jeannie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; (Yes I like to end everyone's names with a '-ny')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; Lex -&gt; Lexy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; Tash -&gt; Tashie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; Sam -&gt; Sammie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; Jean -&gt; Jeannie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; Dan -&gt; Danny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; Can't seem to 'ny' Denise's name though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, back to the oh-so-sexy &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Salsa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T sway my hips very well apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm shy..&lt;/span&gt; *blush blush*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we usually have shines pratices then we move on to our partner-ing practices...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we rotate partners in the same line...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the past two weeks, I've been on the same line with this guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he's like, a pro at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; (and he can sway better than me XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's this tall&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;, cute&lt;/span&gt; dude. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;TALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everytime I dance with him, he looks down at (short lil') me. And he just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;stares&lt;/span&gt; blankly down at me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because he's a pro, he doesn't need to worry about his footwork or his arms(strong arms =P) or anything... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I do! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to constantly look down at my feet to make sure they don't trod on him or anything, and everytime I feel that my footwork is going to be fine, I look at the guy and I find him just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;staring&lt;/span&gt; at my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes, just looking at me, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;staring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; staring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; staring!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And I can't tell the expression, it's like constant non-expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; AAAUUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I thought I was awesome at eye contact but nooooOOOOO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy's like, sleepy eyes, which is pretty adorable, but he just&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; stares &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;stares &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; stares&lt;/span&gt; as if he mocking me. And his lips are pouty pouty which makes me laugh 'cos I just didn't know what else to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;stare&lt;/span&gt; back for more than 5 seconds without a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thaaat pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "STOP IT!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HELPPP!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then I start searching for places to look. Looking sideways would make me seem like I don't know what to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am constantly looking at my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; BUT&lt;/span&gt; most steps are the close-proximity steps so I can't really look at my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my eyes are still looking downwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it makes me look like I'm&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; staring&lt;/span&gt; at his umm... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Staring&lt;/span&gt; um..below his waist..between his legs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt; XD&lt;/span&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/6099715757059897567-3909106797140288661?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/3909106797140288661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=3909106797140288661' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/3909106797140288661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/3909106797140288661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2008/08/lookin-down-down-down.html' title='Lookin&apos; down down down.. :)'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SK0pA3QKX7I/AAAAAAAAAUI/Jyu5uobQK1s/s72-c/salsa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-5982624688114460472</id><published>2008-08-17T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T18:30:39.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MTV &amp; the Olympics</title><content type='html'>Last night I was watching the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lee Chong Wei&lt;/span&gt; vs Lin Dan match for the Badminton Singles Men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The match for the gold medal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And although &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Chong Wei&lt;/span&gt; got the silver, he is still AH-MAYYYY-ZING...&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what's with the naming system la??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin Dan and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lee Chong Wei&lt;/span&gt;'s names are both Chinese, but the first-name-last-name problem &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alllllways&lt;/span&gt; crops up for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surnames are capitalised in the Olympics channels thingy right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Chong Wei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally made him sound like a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Chong Wei Lee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... The China supporters were bloody loud, shouting for Lin Dan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"LIN DAN, JIA YOU!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home support. Pfft..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait til they both come to play at Msia, I'll &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAKE SURE&lt;/span&gt; I'll go there and cheer Lin Dan's ears off with.. err...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CHONG WEI&lt;/span&gt; - BOLEH!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then maybe hire people to flash and distract Lin and then &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Chong Wei &lt;/span&gt;can finally &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;smash&lt;/span&gt; the shuttlecock in Lin's groin like what he did in the semis with the Indonesian guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kesian the Indon player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alllll&lt;/span&gt; places to get a shuttlecock smashed into you. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, at least &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lee&lt;/span&gt; gave Lin a good fight for the gold =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Chong Wei&lt;/span&gt;! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to talk and yak and blab about the...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;MTV ASIA AWARDS 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the beginning to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got on the bus with Denise, Avril, Andre and then met a whole lotta new friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SKjIKX0Y1KI/AAAAAAAAASg/PYbm1lP4pKs/s1600-h/mtv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SKjIKX0Y1KI/AAAAAAAAASg/PYbm1lP4pKs/s400/mtv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235654647336195234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SKjIKRfR4iI/AAAAAAAAASo/tBulcQKCqUg/s1600-h/mtv1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SKjIKRfR4iI/AAAAAAAAASo/tBulcQKCqUg/s400/mtv1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235654645637046818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mosh Pitters!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Gotta love them! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SKjJiRoSyZI/AAAAAAAAASw/ybFEqjwHTFg/s1600-h/jared.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SKjJiRoSyZI/AAAAAAAAASw/ybFEqjwHTFg/s400/jared.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235656157503342994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were standing at the Red Carpet for about... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three&lt;/span&gt; hours?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. Waiting and waiting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;untuk para selebriti sekalian&lt;/span&gt; to walk down the Red Carpet. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Here comes Jared Leto!&lt;/span&gt; (who's actually good-looking in person &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;sans the heavy guyliner&lt;/span&gt;) =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SKjJibTAlwI/AAAAAAAAAS4/vX8ih8Nb9S8/s1600-h/one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SKjJibTAlwI/AAAAAAAAAS4/vX8ih8Nb9S8/s400/one.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235656160098424578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One Republic!!&lt;br /&gt;Man we were singing &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(screaming) &lt;/span&gt;out the words to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apologize&lt;/span&gt; (while trying our best to keep the tune XD) and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stop and Stare&lt;/span&gt; when they walked down the Red Carpet. Their manager had this &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;o.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; look on his face...&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Yeah, you know you've made it big in Asia :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SKjJiUG8IcI/AAAAAAAAATA/4yrfPGve2Rw/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SKjJiUG8IcI/AAAAAAAAATA/4yrfPGve2Rw/s400/me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235656158168752578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me trying to be all &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"ROCK ONNN!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently that look doesn't suit me much. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SKjJija_lSI/AAAAAAAAATI/rSAvuiLkuXo/s1600-h/panic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SKjJija_lSI/AAAAAAAAATI/rSAvuiLkuXo/s400/panic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235656162279396642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panic at The Disco receiving an award.. For something... I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SKjJirDv-9I/AAAAAAAAATQ/ffK1VKQ209g/s1600-h/one+r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SKjJirDv-9I/AAAAAAAAATQ/ffK1VKQ209g/s400/one+r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235656164329389010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt; One Republic =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SKjL4wUaQFI/AAAAAAAAATo/_gnrmXaGxpY/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SKjL4wUaQFI/AAAAAAAAATo/_gnrmXaGxpY/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235658742721822802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Click Five performed... AGAIN. Lol!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this would be their FOURTH time in Msia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SKjL4oeAEhI/AAAAAAAAATg/9XVyntyqmXk/s1600-h/p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SKjL4oeAEhI/AAAAAAAAATg/9XVyntyqmXk/s400/p.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235658740614566418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Pussycat Dolls giving out awards... The lucky Phllippino(or was it Indonesian?) band that got to hug them after taking their awards from the Dolls? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Got boo-ed by the guys in the Mosh Pit =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SKjL4TFXg2I/AAAAAAAAATY/2P2dNgvBMlE/s1600-h/scr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SKjL4TFXg2I/AAAAAAAAATY/2P2dNgvBMlE/s400/scr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235658734874100578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saved the best for last =)&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The Script&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;That's Danny O'Donaghue on the lead vocals.&lt;br /&gt;An Irish band who totally blew me away with their song, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Man Who Can't Be Moved&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Kinda reminded me of U2's music and Danny kinda looks like JD Fortune of INXS.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the Irish charm, but their songs are good =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving their new self-titled album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SKjN_PO7uqI/AAAAAAAAATw/AGHdbaQZqXE/s1600-h/sc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SKjN_PO7uqI/AAAAAAAAATw/AGHdbaQZqXE/s400/sc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235661053122820770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Mine! :D&lt;/span&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/6099715757059897567-5982624688114460472?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/5982624688114460472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=5982624688114460472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/5982624688114460472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/5982624688114460472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2008/08/mtv-olympics.html' title='MTV &amp; the Olympics'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SKjIKX0Y1KI/AAAAAAAAASg/PYbm1lP4pKs/s72-c/mtv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-3912940793670271202</id><published>2008-07-29T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T19:15:47.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of instant noodles, tax, and divorce.</title><content type='html'>I have been eating a lot of instant noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A LOT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to measure it but I finished a pack of six in two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO WEEKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know it's bad...&lt;br /&gt;I know it's got all the MSG stuff and blahblahblahwhatnot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But it's so yummieee! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... So that's gonna take off some months or even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;years&lt;/span&gt; off my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;HEY&lt;/span&gt;, ya'know what??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;My tax lecturer said it's good to die young in Malaysia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is, dying young after you retire la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something about the pension...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, Malaysians only receive their pension after they retire, unless they bought annuities before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retirees in Malaysia don't receive government financial support unlike some countries like Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we Malaysians only get our pension, which isn't very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you lived a very long life, you'd have very little to live on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my lecturer's logic la - &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"If you die young after you retire, you have less financial problems to worry about."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, you might have children. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;(Rely on them?? =P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you might have amassed a fortune from when you were working.&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; (Good for you!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you might have your own business / lotsa properties / real estate / shares / cars / wives / husbands&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;(oops!) &lt;/span&gt;/ etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;OH OH!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She(my tax lecturer) was telling us a story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;(To explain why we should buy annuities but I'll just skip that part out)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;There was this wealthy business guy and his pampered wife...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He gave her everything&lt;/span&gt; she needed amd wanted and wished and dreamed and.....you get the point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Luxury cars, a chauffeur, a nice house, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;$$$ &lt;/span&gt;for clothes, manicures, pedicures, yadda yadda yadda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;He &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pulak &lt;/span&gt;drives fancy cars, yadda yadda yadda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;This went on for a while...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;All the pampering...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Til one day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;He 'downgraded' everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Switched his own big, fancy car for a very modest local car...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Took away his wife's fancy car and the chauffeur, told her to get her own driving license...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;No more manicures, no more pedicures...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;No more being the pampered wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;He told her that the company wasn't doing too well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;When in fact, he was getting ready to sign the papers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Cruel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;He 'downgraded' everything and shifted all his assets into other people's names temporarily, all so he didn't have to pay her a large sum of alimony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Slick, but oh-so-cruel to the unsuspecting naive wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;So yeah, the divorce came and went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;The wife didn't wanna sign the papers and held on for as long as she could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Ex-wife had to move out &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;because the mistress shifted in&lt;/span&gt; with her new big, fancy car...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;La-di-da.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HERE'S &lt;/span&gt;the part I like most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(The subject matter below isn't accurately word for word, but yeah la, same la..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After telling the story, my lecturer's like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;"Ha... See, girls? Next time, you better chop off the relationship before things get worse..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Some girl sitting in front: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No la, chop off his thing!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;LOL&lt;/span&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/6099715757059897567-3912940793670271202?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/3912940793670271202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=3912940793670271202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/3912940793670271202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/3912940793670271202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2008/07/of-instant-noodles-tax-and-divorce.html' title='Of instant noodles, tax, and divorce.'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-2613941695629808974</id><published>2008-07-22T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T20:01:23.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Seventeen :)</title><content type='html'>So yes, I can't seem to stop talking about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;/span&gt; movie.. Can I help it?? It's so cool and delish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bruce&lt;/span&gt; is delish =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; DARK &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;KNIGHT&lt;/span&gt; SPOILER &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ALERT&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDDD another thing, notice in all superhero or action hero movies, there's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; a girl involved??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; end up being the target or hostage of the hero's arch nemesis??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the hero always, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ALWAYS &lt;/span&gt;saves his girl in the nick of time????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yeah, same story here, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;except she dies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh so very tragically. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel aka Bruce Wayne(aka Batman)'s love interest DIES in a BOMB BLAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;WHY???!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why of&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; alllllllllllll &lt;/span&gt;the superheroes' girls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the one named &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Rachel&lt;/span&gt; who has to die??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why so sad wan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAYYyyy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for something happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;HAPPY 17th BIRTHDAY TASHIE SWEETIE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I miss you so. Darn. Much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can hardly wait for next year's summer break to arrive =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it's always gonna be summer here.. If only we had summer break  =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099715757059897567-2613941695629808974?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/2613941695629808974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/2613941695629808974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2008/07/sweet-seventeen.html' title='Sweet Seventeen :)'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-4160840969245297720</id><published>2008-07-20T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T19:56:37.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mosh Pit!!</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday, Denise and I entered a club...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Underaged!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.. Yes yes.. Cheap thrills, I know..&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, Zouk was really cool =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were late for the MTV Mosh Pit auditions.. And apparently only the first 300 get the passes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there were only about 100 something people in the queue when we got there =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annneeeway, we were grouped up in batches of 30..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went into where I think is the Mainroom..(am not sure, never been in there before..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we had to do to qualify was to make a lotta noise.. Jump around a lot.. And be a mosh pitter =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing was.. I wasn't thinking properly when I left the house.. I wore &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;HEELS.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you can try jumping around in them, but I'll spare you unnecessary pain, potential injuries and save you from looking like a frog jumping on toothpicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurtsalottt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then VJ Utt(used to have the hugest crush on him that I'd watch MTV everyday!!) and DJ Jin from hitz.fm goes on the dancefloor and slaps stickers on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the sticker slapped on you? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Awesome.&lt;/span&gt; =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You're an official MTV Mosh Pitter!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo!! *punch fists in the air*&lt;br /&gt;*YES YES YES!!!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I can't wait for August 2nd!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... On a different matter altogether, is it just me or does Christian Bale as Bruce Wayne bear a striking resemblance to Tom Cruise???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I won't have to ask because I know that it would be a unanimous &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt; to the question "Does &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;/span&gt; reign supreme to the others?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wo-ow &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Batman&lt;/span&gt; was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Heath Ledger's The Joker will literally &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haunt&lt;/span&gt; you long after you leave the cinema hall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiiight!! Gotta go back to some Taxation homework. Lol I'm blogging on my classmate's iPhone. It's so cool!! I want one too!! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099715757059897567-4160840969245297720?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/4160840969245297720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=4160840969245297720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/4160840969245297720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/4160840969245297720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2008/07/mosh-pit.html' title='Mosh Pit!!'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-1439766647979559814</id><published>2008-07-06T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T03:32:40.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No sex, but seks boleh =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;One day, plans went horribly wrong, and I was left alone in a mall with hours to spare. I had nothing to do and no one to kacau... So I decided to go watch a movie =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't this fun? Lol. Yes I know I lead a very sad life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, after seeing the line for 'Blockbuster' movies like&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hancock&lt;/span&gt; and not being able to see where the end of the line was... I settled for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Nanny Diaries&lt;/span&gt; featuring Scarlett Johansson and Chris Evans. I'd so totally choose that over a Will-Smith-saves-the-world-again movie anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the cool thing was... EVERYONE decided to watch the Will-Smith-saves-the-world-again movie... SO I practically had the whole cinema to myself! =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I could munch on the popcorn as loud and as annoyingly as I wanted... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I could prop my legs up on the seats in front or anywhere I wanted... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I could've snored as loud as I wanted to, or if I snored at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I could take off my clothes just for the fun of it if it wasn't the North Pole in the cinema hall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I could've made love at the back of the cinema hall if I wanted to. If I had a guy with me la. Hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, the point is that it's cool =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay fine, it seemed really nice at that point of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie was nice. Too lazy to write an ameteurish review of it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the movie got Scarlett's character thinking... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Actually, she panicked ran outta the interview room when the interviewer asked her to "Tell me, who are you?")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So then it got me thinking... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So allow me to try to answer it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I am a teenage girl living in KL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I am a daughter. I am a sister. A sister of a chimp =P (Yes, Adrienne, you, the chimp) Hehee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I am a girl very much in love. A helpless romantic, which Kay Shuen made very clear that she would try to kill us all off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I am a student.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;An accounting student who wishes she could be doing something else like the performing arts instead. She was then told by her elderlys that she would starve trying to act in Malaysia. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I am a certified chartered couch potato.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;A chartered daydreamer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I am a rockstar. In my head. (I can't even play the guitar. But hey, all I have to do is scream and shout to rock out. But then again, I have to do that in tune. I'm soooo off-key, it's amazing.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I am a supermodel. Now that, you definitely know it's in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I....errrr............. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*panics and runs outta the room*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. You gotta admit that the 'simple' question is really tough. How can you tell someone about yourself in such little words??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that questions. All interviewers looooove torturing the interviewees with that question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on a different topic altogether, I was watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beverly Hills 90210 &lt;/span&gt;on 8TV...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Brandon's Dad had a 'talk' about the birds and the bees with his son...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Brandon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; "Dad, are you talkin about *bleep*?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you can obviously see his mouth mouthing out the word 'sex' but they censored it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is... They &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forgot to censor&lt;/span&gt; the Malay subtitle's version of it. Hehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Adakah ayah cakap tentang seks?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or something like that, I am not realllllly sure, but they definitely showed the word 'seks' in the Malay subtitle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, since when was 'sex' a crude word??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, please proof-watch the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly...umm... Aiyo, the point I'm trying to say is, you insist on giving us kids sex ed but you can't even let tv shows say the word 'sex'??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HEH??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weirdo.&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/6099715757059897567-1439766647979559814?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/1439766647979559814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=1439766647979559814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/1439766647979559814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/1439766647979559814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-sex-but-seks-can-d.html' title='No sex, but seks boleh =D'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-5517637306173508374</id><published>2008-06-30T18:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T19:25:08.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I've got sunshiiiine...in the cold library..."</title><content type='html'>Back from all the inactivity!!&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I been up to?&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely nothing, but my computer at home's suffering from severe technical dysfunction...&lt;br /&gt;Hence the inactivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, my new semester starts &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;TOMORROW&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;Why is it&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;(waking up at 6 something am and fighting to keep my eyelids open in class)&lt;/span&gt; a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos I've been ROTTING and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;MOULDING&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;RUSTING&lt;/span&gt; at home. Ohhh yes, I've pretty much memorised what's good on tv already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday's tv-time starts at 2pm, when &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Ellen Degeneres&lt;/span&gt; show is on Starworld... Then there's usually a two-hour Hallmark movie at 3pm but they rarely show good ones, so err, don't bother. Then at 6pm onwards, Starworld's got a line-up of comedy with&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Family Guy, According To Jim&lt;/span&gt;, etc etc... Then later at 9.30pm on 8TV, there's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Criminal Minds.&lt;/span&gt;.. Or if you prefer &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;House&lt;/span&gt;, it's on at 10pm on AXN. At 11pm, there's good ol' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Monk&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew. Got that? =) Ready for Tuesday's one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cannot be healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh! Oh! I missed out the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mythbusters&lt;/span&gt;!! Aiyak. Nevermind. Man I love that show...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since my PC at home's busted, I'm typing away in the college library. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;The freezing cold library...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I in college a day before my classes start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos I'm a geek like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm gonna be emcee-ing the new July intake students' college orientation at noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They want me to help them feel comfy here. They want me to emcee. They are giving me the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;microphone!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*jeng jeng jeng!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;"'Cos this is thrillerrrrr, thriller night.. And no one's gonna save you from lalalalala..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Don't know the words. Heheh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I don't trip and fall flat on face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I can get 'corrective' surgery and get a nicer nose like... Like... Erm. Whose nose is nice? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it! I need to get out to the Sun before I freeze and they take my body away for cryonics R&amp;amp;D purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byeee!&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099715757059897567-5517637306173508374?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/5517637306173508374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=5517637306173508374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/5517637306173508374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/5517637306173508374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2008/06/ive-got-sunshiiiinein-cold-library.html' title='&quot;I&apos;ve got sunshiiiine...in the cold library...&quot;'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-7795495870173542123</id><published>2008-06-12T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T00:44:32.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rust.</title><content type='html'>Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not squeamish about blood but I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;cannot&lt;/span&gt; stand rust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, rust.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Karat. &lt;/span&gt;Rotten metal. The oxidization of iron/ferum/whatever it is we learnt in that Redox chapter in Chemistry Form 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try my best to avoid touching rusted stuff and I absolutely loathe the smell of rust. It kinda smells metallic, like blood but it's just yuck. I know, how do you smell rust right? Hehe... Maybe it was just a figment of my imagination... But it is yuck. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;YuckyuckyuckyuckYUCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cringe every time I have to touch something rusty. A rusty chain/door grill/lock/rod/railings/etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to stay away from it, but ah... How lucky it is to have a backdoor of metal grilles that was installed many, many years ago and is now rusted (and still rusting??) due to the Redox reaction between the metal and the hot and humid environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I do have to be in contact with something rusty, I get it over and done with as fast as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then wash my hands two hundred and two times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SFIkjJnnUmI/AAAAAAAAARg/O5koPWZ8r1Q/s1600-h/rust3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SFIkjJnnUmI/AAAAAAAAARg/O5koPWZ8r1Q/s320/rust3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211267905117180514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SFIjVmplulI/AAAAAAAAARY/a93bdCW2tOg/s1600-h/rust.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SFIjVmplulI/AAAAAAAAARY/a93bdCW2tOg/s320/rust.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211266572880296530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SFIhbAX6FAI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/aMwaiEEvxZg/s1600-h/rust1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SFIhbAX6FAI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/aMwaiEEvxZg/s320/rust1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211264466661544962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SFIiqFBWnYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/xymq-6ChB5Q/s1600-h/rust2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SFIiqFBWnYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/xymq-6ChB5Q/s320/rust2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211265825118788994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I love plastic =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099715757059897567-7795495870173542123?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/7795495870173542123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=7795495870173542123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/7795495870173542123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/7795495870173542123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2008/06/rust.html' title='Rust.'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/SFIkjJnnUmI/AAAAAAAAARg/O5koPWZ8r1Q/s72-c/rust3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-3602834826576909387</id><published>2008-06-10T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T00:46:05.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Starworld is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; gonna stop showing re-runs of F.R.I.E.N.D.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But I don't care, I still watch them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;laugh at the funny parts(which is, almost the entire show's length).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Watching these old episodes of F.R.I.E.N.D.S remind me of my favorite tv shows which have since, stopped running =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Charmed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, where Prue, Piper, Phoebe and then Paige kicked demon-butts? And there were yummy eye-candy to look at - good guys like Piper's husband, Leo and awesomely hot demons like the one played by Julian McMahon... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*swoon*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Kopitiam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;? Almost like the Malaysian equivalent of F.R.I.E.N.D.S... Kopitiam had the ensemble of the top Malaysian comedians, with Mano Maniam, Joanna Bessey, Rashid Salleh, and my fav, Douglas Lim =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Remember when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Survivor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;was still interesting (and host Jeff Probst was still cute) ? Teehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It took me so long to finally ask my mum what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"tally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; up the votes" meant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Count? Oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Two Guys, A Girl &amp;amp; A Pizza Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Ryan Reynolds.. =) =) =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Remember&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Gilmore Girls&lt;/span&gt;? How Rory and Lorelai seem to be able to spit out amazing wit and reply amazingly  witty replies at amazingly break-neck speed?? I loved that.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And I love Rory's on-screen boyfriends too. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Relic Hunter&lt;/span&gt;? Relic hunter Sydney Fox who could kick butt in her leather pants together with her assistant, oh-so-adorable Nigel =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ed&lt;/span&gt;? The frustratingly interesting on-and-off relationship between the bowling alley lawyer Ed and school teacher Carol? And then there was Phil, almost-a-robot Shirley and the always-gushing Warren...&lt;br /&gt;This show always, always leaves me feeling all warm and fuzzy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss these shows... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is quite obvious by now that there is a pattern in all my fav shows... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;There's always good-lookin guys to swoon over =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, &lt;span&gt;all &lt;/span&gt;tv shows have nice eye candy. Right? Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;*Googles Julian McMahon*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099715757059897567-3602834826576909387?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/3602834826576909387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=3602834826576909387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/3602834826576909387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/3602834826576909387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2008/06/remember.html' title='Remember...?'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-2606537655394921531</id><published>2008-06-09T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T00:21:07.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I wake up early on Tuesday..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am on&lt;/span&gt; H&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;L&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;D&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;Y&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeah. Semester break.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; For a whole month&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My finals just ended and I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;swear&lt;/span&gt; time is going by so quickly!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-style: italic;"&gt;I spent five months in college already??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to Lex some time back, and he's like &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;"Yeah... Time flies by in college.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I personally blame the air-conditioning.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so after feeling mopey about being extremely sure I did terribly on one paper, I went home and spent &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOURS&lt;/span&gt; Facebooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway........ On Saturday I went for The Click Five in Genting's Arena of Stars... The whole day I was singing Air Supply's&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Out Of Nothing At All" &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"All Out Of Love" &lt;/span&gt;out loud. At home, in the car, in the hotel lobby, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;WHO WANTS TO GO WATCH AIR SUPPLY WITH ME ON JUNE 22nd?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh... And while we(my mum, sis, Lex and I) were waiting(a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt; time) for my Dad to meet us at the hotel lobby (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which we later found out why he took soooooo long to get there- he went for a round at the casino tables first.&lt;/span&gt;  =_= )...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw the band members of the Click Five walking in and out of the lobby! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, never mind that. Nothing interesting actually happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except that we spotted a Kyle Patrick lookalike in the crowd before the concert started. And seriously, wow, he looked and dressed like Kyle Patrick (the lead vocalist of The Click Five)... There were girls going up to him asking for pictures... I bet he musta been so flattered. Even Denise and I were tempted to go ask him for fun XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;On a different note altogether, I watched an episode of NTV7's Breakfast Show and..... The show reminded me about how&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; CUUUTE &lt;/span&gt;Jonathan Putra is!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never watched the Breakfast Show before until now, mainly because I leave for class really early in the morning or I don't wake up at all until noon. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've seen Jonathan Putra aka JP before... But I don't know why, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nowwwww &lt;/span&gt;it dawns on me that he has such a cute cute cuuuuuute smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Jonathan Putra Jonathan Putra Jonathan Putra Jonathan Putra Jonathan Putra Jonathan Putra Jonathan Putra Jonathan Putra Jonathan Putra Jonathan Putra Jonathan Putra Jonathan Putra Jonathan Putra Jonathan Putra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm on my way to becoming a groupie. Except he's not a band. And he doesn't throw gigs for me the groupie to hang out backstage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should probably stop now, but I'm having oh-so-much fun waking up early Tuesday morning for the Breakfast Show =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099715757059897567-2606537655394921531?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/2606537655394921531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=2606537655394921531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/2606537655394921531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/2606537655394921531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-i-wake-up-early-on-tuesday.html' title='Why I wake up early on Tuesday..'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-4252735422770387677</id><published>2008-06-01T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T10:55:54.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Accounting and Love Songs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay, so I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; feeling like the President of the KickStupidGuys'Asses Club in my previous post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for the past few days I've been listening to the bubblegum pop-rock songs of the Click Five.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;(I miss Eric Dill..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Think We're Alone Now&lt;/span&gt; song by Tiffany and The Click Five's cover of it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Ooh!! Eric sounds sooo hot singing it! *blush*blush*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;(No, I can't actually blush...I think. Heheh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm listening to the radio, which, for the past few hours have been playing ballads like Rod Stewart's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For The First Time&lt;/span&gt; and Dan Fogelberg's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Longer&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;" &gt;Longer than there've been fishes in the ocean &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;" &gt;Higher than any bird ever flew &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;" &gt;Longer than there've been stars up in the heavens &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;" &gt;I've been in love with you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Yeeeeeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;. The song David Archuleta sang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;yeeeeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot NOT go all soft and mushy inside after listening to all that goodness and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Absence does make the heart grow fonder...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I miss you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so much&lt;/span&gt;, Lex...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I would pull a pout online if I could*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait 'til our final exams are outta the way. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;June 6th, baby!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Whoo!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And after that it's 3 weeks of waiting for the next semester to start again. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; be studying right now... But uh, *grin*&lt;br /&gt;I got bored of reading about annuities and perpetuities and all that costing jargon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should probably get back to it now.&lt;br /&gt;And refrain from the computer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;the tv until after the last paper is over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When I'm feelin all depressed and certain that I got a major part of the paper screwed up badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Whoopie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, until after my finals, people-who-read-my-blog! =)&lt;br /&gt;Hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I lup u all, boiz n gerls! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh! And I'm going for the Click Five's concert in the Arena of Stars in Genting =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Free tickets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The cheapest ones, but whatever, I ain't paying anything to watch them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've watched them play for the Quiksilver Revolution Tour here back in 2006, when Eric Dill was still in the band..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I watched them play again, last year, when the band minus Eric plus Kyle Patrick did a show in Hard Rock KL..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Nowwwwww I'll be watching them play for the THIRD TIME. In Genting's Arena of Stars. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;(The place where a lotta old singers like Sir Cliff Richard and Lobo and The Osmonds perform. XD )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I mean, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;how many times do they wanna come la?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I think that's a record only rivaled by Westlife. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Hahaha... I remember going for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; alllllll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; their concerts; I was such a huge fan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Puberty hadn't really hit me yet back then but I already had the hots for Shane. Hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Lalala...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And here's a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fun!fun!fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; song that I reeeally think defines all our younger teenage days &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;secret &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;love relationships... =P Y'know, when we're hiding it from our parents cos they wouldn't let us go dating at 13. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Tell me what you think of it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tiffany&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I Think We're Alone Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Children behave&lt;br /&gt;That's what they say when we're together&lt;br /&gt;And watch how you play&lt;br /&gt;They don't understand&lt;br /&gt;And so we're&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running just as fast as we can&lt;br /&gt;Holdin on to one another's hand&lt;br /&gt;Tryin to get away into the night&lt;br /&gt;And then you put your arms around me&lt;br /&gt;And we tumble to the ground&lt;br /&gt;And then you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we're alone now&lt;br /&gt;There doesn't seem to be anyone around&lt;br /&gt;I think were alone now&lt;br /&gt;The beating of our hearts is the only sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the way&lt;br /&gt;We gotta hide what were doin&lt;br /&gt;cause what would they say&lt;br /&gt;If they ever knew&lt;br /&gt;And so we're&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running just as fast as we can&lt;br /&gt;Holdin on to one another's hand&lt;br /&gt;Tryin to get away into the night&lt;br /&gt;And then you put your arms around me&lt;br /&gt;And we tumble to the ground&lt;br /&gt;And then you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we're alone now&lt;br /&gt;There doesn't seem to be anyone around&lt;br /&gt;I think we're alone now&lt;br /&gt;The beating of our hearts is the only sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099715757059897567-4252735422770387677?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/4252735422770387677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=4252735422770387677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/4252735422770387677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/4252735422770387677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2008/06/of-accounting-and-love-songs.html' title='Of Accounting and Love Songs...'/><author><name>Rachel.ypy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05662762925816467236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATEj1ofJzoA/Shusg7qmMiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xKHT8k90jSI/S220/statue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099715757059897567.post-2323421457821016668</id><published>2008-05-26T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T00:24:19.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another anger-fuelled post.</title><content type='html'>Malaysians &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;lot&lt;/span&gt;, you gotta admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With some old geezer from Idunnowhere saying we should teach women to accept their husband's needs to marry another wife bla bla blah... (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;because the wife is pregnant and he needs another woman to satisfy his urges with... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh the hilarity!!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With some woman from the National Islamic Students Association making crazy statements about how our secondary school uniforms are &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;sexy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; are &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;seducing men to rape &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;are &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;somehow precursors to premarital sex and unwanted teen pregnancy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. I think Malaysians eat too much &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nasi lemak&lt;/span&gt;, and going absolutely nuts is one of the side effects &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One positive way to look at it is that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at least &lt;/span&gt;we have some amusing things to read about in the national daily, after flipping through pages and pages of murders and natural disasters aftermaths. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;(Oh my god, the on-the-scene photographers in China and Myanmar are doing a grrreat job taking photos that are so heart-wrenching and depressing weiii.....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after alllll that, I read the ludicrous statements made by even more ludicrous people... &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Instant comedy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seriously&lt;/span&gt;, you're saying the school uniform is SEXY??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;The one I wore to school almost everyday for the past 5 years??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The one my mum wore to school back in the day??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munirah something of that Islamic Student Association...&lt;br /&gt;You'd win Last Comic Standing or something &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hands down&lt;/span&gt;, I tell ya!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Eh, they were the a**es who went against Gwen Stefani's concert in KL last year apparently. Claiming that Gwen's clothes are too sexy and are a bad influence on us youths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man...you guys are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; funny!!! *whew*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Let's get down to business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; the women's dressing that's encouraging rape whatsoever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem, basically, is the men themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They would rape the first female they see if they were desperate, kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Even if she was an old woman wearing a burkha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soooo &lt;/span&gt;many people are writing in to the national daily saying we should make sexual crimes a capital crime.&lt;br /&gt;Then my friend showed me this article...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/programmes/5217424.stm"&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/programmes/5217424.stm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What monsters. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;MEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my friend and I were talking on how to eliminate this rape problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rotan &lt;/span&gt;them 'til they die. Mwahahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Him: &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;But in the moment of lust, they won't think of the consequences...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Okay, so what do we do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Him: &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Increase the standard of living of society... Pay everyone more... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So the potential rapists can afford prostitutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... I was expecting him to say something worthy, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;until it went to the prostitutes part. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, I guess it is plausible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just that rape isn't only about satisfying the urges... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's also about men's sick wants to be able to control. To feel the power of being able to control someone (because in real life they are sad-ass pathetic geezers).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...what can we do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since they'll not think of the consequences like being jailed or being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rotan&lt;/span&gt;-ed 'til death...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's give 'em something to think about every time they pull their pants down in front of their victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their penises/dicks/privates/genitals/tools...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Rapists should be castrated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the moment of lust, oh they'd &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; think about the possibility of losing their darling precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because a lotta rapists get jailed and then released, just to start raping again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well fear no more... There will be no more repeat rapists, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;with the new punishment of castration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwahahahah... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I can't wait&lt;/span&gt; 'til I'm Chief Justice or something in the law system!!&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; *wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099715757059897567-2323421457821016668?l=darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/feeds/2323421457821016668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6099715757059897567&amp;postID=2323421457821016668' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/2323421457821016668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099715757059897567/posts/default/2323421457821016668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkchocolatelove.blogspot.com/2008/05/another-a
