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the Panda girl'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-7789683604261731019</id><published>2011-12-09T16:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T19:10:03.674+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festive Seasons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><title type='text'>Recent Happenings</title><content type='html'>Some interesting things I did/happened/happening in my life recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#1. My 25th Birthday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a quarter of century old now! And my birthday was quite memorable as it fell on 20-11-2011! Aha yes! The date where LOTS of people are getting married (My parents received 5 wedding invitations on the 19th November itself, and a few more on the 20th). And it was so ngam because...well, the date was nice, and I turned 25. An age which can be said like one of the milestones in life, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XS_DZNzYwes/TuQ1On7LVDI/AAAAAAAAEfE/mlgxOi7PKvE/s640/IMG_8308.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flew back to Jakarta for my birthday and Mochi joined me as well! :D&lt;br /&gt;We had a fun time eating and eating and eating!! *More pics on this once I've got them from my mom and dad's cameras*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got to meet up with my best girls for makan session!! &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cjxGVHvhVhw/TuQ0Iovf98I/AAAAAAAAEe8/_szfdY4wrTY/s640/IMG_8254.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presents-wise, not much. The best one was from my parents for paying my ticket to Shanghai in October 2011 (damn! I haven't blogged about this as well).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#2. Staying at Royal Plaza on Scotts for two nights.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Dania. Okay, it's actually one of her regular visits to SG, and as what we usually do, I stayed over at her hotel for 2 nights. This time was at Royal Plaza on Scotts (normally she would stay at Meritus Mandarin). It was my second time staying there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DqQKy22_D5o/TuOVKWAV5bI/AAAAAAAAEck/m4ezD7dfFFw/s640/IMG_8616.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Xmas deco at Royal Plaza this year is so cute!! With Jollyland as the theme, I love the whole deco and idea! Basically I just like those kind of deco with sweets and colourful things all over:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LAjc6mMPuJc/TuOY9-6f7NI/AAAAAAAAEc8/BpL9lJi7X-Q/s640/IMG_8506.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GX2WyT4mqbA/TuRwEFN4oXI/AAAAAAAAEfM/4CNcHTE6QY8/s640/IMG_8536.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And breakfast at McDonald's Shaw Centre. Our first time there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RHJjfw8JpwY/TuOZWCudE2I/AAAAAAAAEdE/lsql9gDExiQ/s640/IMG_8672.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xzCUxH9HVS0/TuOWO_ab-WI/AAAAAAAAEcs/Dl14xL90Hvs/s640/IMG_8673.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#3. Christmas deco at Orchard Rd.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always loved the Christmas deco at Orchard Rd. The bright lights, pretty Christmas trees, the joyful feeling, and not forgetting the Christmas Sale! December really is one of my favourite months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at these pretty lights and trees! Don't you feel happy just by looking at them? (Well, at least I do).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--nJBSKRl9no/TuN8_MqHPXI/AAAAAAAAEbE/Qg5zQQoilGA/s640/IMG_8653.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The one in front of Shaw Centre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7ck6eSF8PHE/TuN9ChZuBtI/AAAAAAAAEbM/JoiSzohvMQw/s640/IMG_8680.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Paragon's!! I love the toy horses!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y_t9MXbdR1Q/TuN9F9Ne4nI/AAAAAAAAEbU/R_VBW-551SU/s640/IMG_8687.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Braun Buffel :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2jrbY6DMt-8/TuN9JWFkd9I/AAAAAAAAEbc/k6Zx17XGOMI/s640/IMG_8688.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tiffany &amp;amp; Co's! Not sure whether they make it an annual thing to set up Christmas trees at Orchard Rd., but they did it last year as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--U2wbd9Tt24/TuN9MP5F3cI/AAAAAAAAEbk/XjA1VF1JqxQ/s640/IMG_8689.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This year's theme was more to metallic matte. Last year's was more shiny and blu-ish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W7Hj1AiA5hs/TuN9OhC0qEI/AAAAAAAAEbs/aiK4boktE38/s640/IMG_8692.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wps3KdGBtVw/TuN9S4S0ArI/AAAAAAAAEb0/QD43c2dGdlU/s640/IMG_8696.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QX_qCdHyPLQ/TuN9V8czzbI/AAAAAAAAEb8/uOgFgd0-GF4/s640/IMG_8698.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oohhh I love these giant snow globes in front of ION!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AS2rC4vrwWQ/TuN9Y-QgB8I/AAAAAAAAEcE/3SCNwfW90fQ/s640/IMG_8699.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Especially this one! Heehee..don't you just love the cute snowman? XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E3nLQ8N1GBU/TuN9baXnCRI/AAAAAAAAEcM/bcHSHRh5iQk/s640/IMG_8700.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uKML0GmiHRw/TuN9dzaDsXI/AAAAAAAAEcU/qMI-Xo1jVeU/s640/IMG_8702.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ION did something unique this year. They created a Christmas tree with an observation deck 10m above the ground. Free to go up there, but I haven't got the chance to go until now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nc7kB4pqfbE/TuOYIZZ53DI/AAAAAAAAEc0/J2rQTWZqHyQ/s640/IMG_8665.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Macarons Christmas tree at Canele! Such a sweet tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tUmV23-9C1M/TuQqoNDc-0I/AAAAAAAAEdc/nZsM-dmmb4U/s640/IMG_8573.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Taken from a bus, hence the dirty spots on the top right -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zBTolia9BEM/TuQscVviGSI/AAAAAAAAEdk/6GOS8uVJSys/s1600/IMG_8201.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zBTolia9BEM/TuQscVviGSI/AAAAAAAAEdk/6GOS8uVJSys/s640/IMG_8201.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Takashimaya's Teddy Bear Christmas Tree. They did this last year as well, with different coloured bears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#4. Some random things happening in Singapore:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Twilight Car. HAHAHAHAHA Please don't ruin the Volvo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gl2CBZLlHY8/TuOaEk9rC0I/AAAAAAAAEdM/5yizxCChqq4/s640/IMG_8725.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bv3K6U5ysgU/TuOaIPezdnI/AAAAAAAAEdU/L9tB0sewOGc/s640/IMG_8726.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cute giant Maybelline Volum Express mascara:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CqECOO_lkOc/TuOUwrqJb-I/AAAAAAAAEcc/sCZrK2_NIoQ/s640/IMG_8718.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://elephantparade.com/cities/singapore-2011" target="_blank"&gt;Elephant Parade!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elephant Parade is the world's largest open air art exhibition of decorated elephant statues that seeks to attract public awareness and support for Asian elephant conservation. So for the time being, you will find a lot of nicely decorated elephant statues all around Orchard and the surrounding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of my favourites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4OZZXNVbCzQ/TuQvZyBx4nI/AAAAAAAAEds/kHtU38QfwWc/s640/IMG_8414.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Angry Bird that everyone loves!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gSEpTD8EdyQ/TuQvksWBQYI/AAAAAAAAEeE/stn7qh1Al5A/s640/IMG_8478.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iI3GR3oTMd8/TuQvdkGDwmI/AAAAAAAAEd0/c5tFV_rkzH4/s640/IMG_8416.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Paul Frank!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zLnFbQmRvh8/TuQvgPhZEAI/AAAAAAAAEd8/FG5QtH-Jsn8/s640/IMG_8417.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They actually made the gems in 3D. Dunno what kind of material did they use.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qwcVp--ItzI/TuQwJj-WFmI/AAAAAAAAEeU/VnNkoKZNoRg/s640/IMG_8555.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QFPB4uuEkvo/TuQwN8xybwI/AAAAAAAAEec/aw3yVeaOX2o/s640/IMG_8557.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fzZww3uKZjE/TuQwEq7J_vI/AAAAAAAAEeM/j54TGb8fvGg/s640/IMG_8550.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--zSF36w2Y3M/TuQwQrueJ2I/AAAAAAAAEek/WDksf55y3Qg/s640/IMG_8559.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bSYnXGEBBGY/TuQwTHSF-8I/AAAAAAAAEes/b5of4FJYF58/s640/IMG_8681.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Constellation! (or at least that's how I look at it :p)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 2 for 3 Sour Sally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kOV-Qapqbmo/TuQxN1UGd-I/AAAAAAAAEe0/P5Shu1M1FUs/s640/IMG_8724.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Being &lt;a href="http://www.hellosoursally.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Sour Sally&lt;/a&gt; fans, Cynthia and I were delighted when we found out about their 2-for-3 promo yesterday. We were so full after our dinner at Botak Jones and we just wanted to have a cup each (Medium size, of course!) but we decided to get the 2-for-3 promo. Basically we need to buy 1 Medium and 1 Small sizes in order to be eligible for the free 3rd cup. They actually allows you to choose either the Small or Medium cup for the free one (but no toppings)! So the plain white yoghurt with no topping s was our free cup. We regret our decision after awhile coz damn we were so full! But happy =9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those were some happenings in my life recently. Most probably gonna write about my Taiwan (Gosh! It's been almost a year!) and Shanghai trips ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-7789683604261731019?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/7789683604261731019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=7789683604261731019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/7789683604261731019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/7789683604261731019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2011/12/recent-happenings.html' title='Recent Happenings'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XS_DZNzYwes/TuQ1On7LVDI/AAAAAAAAEfE/mlgxOi7PKvE/s72-c/IMG_8308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-598976575705577195</id><published>2011-12-08T11:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T12:01:59.116+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Twilight Fever on Brandsfever</title><content type='html'>Saw this on &lt;a href="http://brandsfever.com/" target="_blank"&gt;brandsfever&lt;/a&gt; 2 days ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="408" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VSuiaW55Z3E/TuApOZ5kyCI/AAAAAAAAEas/671fwDYFyyQ/s640/Screen+shot+2011-12-06+at+PM+03.33.13.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="450" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KizAb1lGv_I/TuApPJR8WkI/AAAAAAAAEaw/rHs0tmj78Ts/s640/Screen+shot+2011-12-06+at+PM+03.33.22.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="446" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n3diIx80-d4/TuApQeSwZqI/AAAAAAAAEa8/oCaaW8NaLrs/s640/Screen+shot+2011-12-06+at+PM+03.33.30.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaahaha omg are you serious? Comforter and pillow cases?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, sorry Twilight supporters, don't throw tomatoes at me okay? It's just coz I was never a Twilight fan. Watched the first movie, but I've never been hooked, not even a bit.Hehehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-598976575705577195?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/598976575705577195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=598976575705577195&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/598976575705577195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/598976575705577195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2011/12/twilight-fever-on-brandsfever.html' title='Twilight Fever on Brandsfever'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VSuiaW55Z3E/TuApOZ5kyCI/AAAAAAAAEas/671fwDYFyyQ/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-12-06+at+PM+03.33.13.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-1750155113458998344</id><published>2011-11-27T11:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T12:00:41.462+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>My photos are back!!!</title><content type='html'>I finally managed to get my photos back from my external hdd that I accidentally-reformatted last year! Yes, last year, you got it right. Stupid me transferred ALL photos into my then brand new baby mac, without realizing that a lot of them were actually not transferred (just folders with empty contents).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really felt like crying the moment I realized that! My precious photos!! My photos in Beijing (none was saved. NONE!), my photos in Malaysia, etc etc etc. T___________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried 2 recovery software and to no avail. I finally tried Data Recovery 3 that I bought in Jakarta last year, and voila! I got most of my photos back! Yeayyyyyyyyyyyyy!! *dancing in joy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, some of them are actually damaged T_______T #heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of normal pictures, they look like these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="J1152x1728-01835" height="640" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7164/6409042677_06098f70cb_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="J1152x1728-01597" height="640" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7007/6409037037_739382a122_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="J1152x1728-01595" height="640" src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6222/6409026045_cfa350949f_z.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, but somehow it's kind cool, huh? Like those '3D' image where you need to concentrate on those kind of patterns til you are able to see some images in it (which I've never been successful of doing) :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh..and some of them (read: a lot) look like they came out of Lomo cameras:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="J1600x1200-01647" height="480" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7034/6409085557_7026a5f0db.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="J2048x1536-00130" height="500" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7146/6409051879_2ce3d7d268.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="J2048x1536-00099" height="480" src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6112/6409046689_b17149e01a_z.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="J2048x1536-00309" height="640" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7162/6409057151_61248e78b3.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="J1600x1200-01668" height="480" src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6107/6409083273_eb97c847b0.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha... effortless lomo shots. I think it's even nicer than the pictures I snapped with my Blackbird #seriousface&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, lesson learnt: &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Do&amp;nbsp;NOT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; reformat your External HDD. Go get a new one, lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nevertheless, I'M HAPPY to get my photos back!!! :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall continue to &lt;s&gt;rob&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;beg my friends for other photos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-1750155113458998344?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/1750155113458998344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=1750155113458998344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/1750155113458998344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/1750155113458998344'/><link 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fall'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-3861592574237811780</id><published>2011-09-02T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:30:07.699+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>This is true.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Throughout life you will meet one person who is unlike any other. You could talk to this person for hours and never get bored, you could tell them things and they won't judge you. This person is your soulmate, your best friend. Don't ever let them go. &lt;/blockquote&gt;- Anonymous &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-3861592574237811780?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/3861592574237811780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=3861592574237811780&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/3861592574237811780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/3861592574237811780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2011/09/this-is-true.html' title='This is true.'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-4525378519309538877</id><published>2011-08-17T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:12:24.461+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indonesia'/><title type='text'>You are 66!</title><content type='html'>Today is 17 August, 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Indonesia celebrates its' 66th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, before the day ends, I'd just wanna say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: white;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: white;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: white;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: white;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: white;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: white;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: white;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: white;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: white;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: white;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: white;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TyZbwyngZKk/TkuRi083irI/AAAAAAAAEZQ/2Ddn5b5E3F8/s1600/Bendera+Indonesia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TyZbwyngZKk/TkuRi083irI/AAAAAAAAEZQ/2Ddn5b5E3F8/s400/Bendera+Indonesia.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope there will be less corruption, much less crime, less natural disaster, less traffic jam, and less everything bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I am not a patriotic citizen (I am not really THAT nationalist), I still love you despite everything that have happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee, I'm missing all the Tujuhbelas-an fun! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-4525378519309538877?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/4525378519309538877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=4525378519309538877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/4525378519309538877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/4525378519309538877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-are-66.html' title='You are 66!'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TyZbwyngZKk/TkuRi083irI/AAAAAAAAEZQ/2Ddn5b5E3F8/s72-c/Bendera+Indonesia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-355815818436150276</id><published>2011-08-13T01:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T17:46:04.266+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Fail and Succeed</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"In order to succeed, your desire for success should be greater than your fear of failure."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Bill Cosby -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A quote sent by Jeanie on a Friday morning. It's a very good one, and it's very true.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How can you succeed if you keep on being afraid to fail? Everyone fails. There is always a time in life when we fall hard, face to the ground, and feel like we don't have the strength to get back up. I would say it's normal, cos there is always ups and downs in life. Like they say, life is a roller coaster.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But what would you do when you fall? Are you going to get back up and finish strong? (Quoting &lt;a href="http://www.lifewithoutlimbs.org/"&gt;Nick Vujicic&lt;/a&gt; :p) Or are you going to let it rules you and keep you on the ground, unable to stand up?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There is always 2 sides of a coin, as well as it is in life. When something happens, try to look at it from a different perspective. Maybe there is a blessing in disguise despite what happens? Remember that everything happens for a reason. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ever since I joined GMA as a coach, I've been learning a lot of positive things and attitude, especially from our Trainer, Jeanie. She is someone with a good attitude who always looks at the world in a positive point of view and has a 'can do' attitude. It definitely inspires us, the coaches, to always do our best for the students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last workshop, which is like...2 weeks ago, we did something new before we began our day. We closed our eyes for a few minutes, and we visualized the things we would like to see and happen. We visualize how we would like all our students to get good results and how happy they were. At the end of the day, I think it worked pretty well because the results we've gotten was simply...2 thumbs up! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted to say is everyone can reach success. It all depends on how you want yourself to be. The definition of 'success' may vary for each and everyone of us, and I know I am not the best person to say this (heck, I'm not even a Motivational Speaker or anything like that), but one thing I know is that when we have the right attitude and desire to succeed, success will come to us eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visualize what you would want yourself to be. How do you see yourself in....6 months? 1 year? 5 years? 10 years? Once you've done visualizing your future, keep that in mind and make it as a guide and goal for yourself. Work hard towards it, and you might see the vision comes to reality :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still working hard for my future, and I will keep on doing so :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever your dream is, I wish each and everyone of you all the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll add a few points here, which can serves as a reminder for myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Stay positive - This really helps.&lt;br /&gt;2. Keep your future dream/vision in mind all the time - Make this as your goal of the future.&lt;br /&gt;3. Work hard, but not forgetting the work-life balance ;)&lt;br /&gt;4. Pray - Need I say more? There's a strong power in a prayer :)&lt;br /&gt;5. There is always a time for everything - God knows when to give you what you need. So keep your faith.&lt;br /&gt;6. Lastly, SMILE! - Start your day with a smile and it will turn out well. When you smile, you will also brighten up the atmosphere of everyone around you, and like they said, happiness is contagious! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, this ends my post for the day. Have a good weekend, everyone!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-355815818436150276?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/355815818436150276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=355815818436150276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/355815818436150276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/355815818436150276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2011/08/fail-and-succeed.html' title='Fail and Succeed'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-4732093001037915683</id><published>2011-07-28T12:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T11:51:45.370+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Of Suits and Men.</title><content type='html'>Suits and Men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things that will look oh-so-great together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha! Ladies, I know most of you are attracted to men in suits, don't cha? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure why myself, but there is something in Men in Suit that attracts me. Maybe it's the look of sophistication they possess? Hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you are into men in suits, do check out &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://ofsuitsandmen.com/"&gt;Of Suits and Men.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's set up by Lucy, a friend of mine, who is..erm...digging men in suits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy, CMIIW! LOL :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty cool. She displays pics of men in suits from various sources (eye candy!) and I think the site has got some ladies fans as well ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some sneak previews to get you tempted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lpoV2GZpIoU/TjIpt_KKEZI/AAAAAAAAEZI/9d5apDoIv_U/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-29+at+AM+11.31.05.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lpoV2GZpIoU/TjIpt_KKEZI/AAAAAAAAEZI/9d5apDoIv_U/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-29+at+AM+11.31.05.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FDmnIYB6Iik/TjIp7xiz-jI/AAAAAAAAEZM/p4Wk_0Wlcs8/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-29+at+AM+11.32.41.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="449" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FDmnIYB6Iik/TjIp7xiz-jI/AAAAAAAAEZM/p4Wk_0Wlcs8/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-29+at+AM+11.32.41.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://ofsuitsandmen.com/"&gt;Quickly check it out!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-4732093001037915683?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/4732093001037915683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=4732093001037915683&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/4732093001037915683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/4732093001037915683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2011/07/of-suits-and-men.html' title='Of Suits and Men.'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lpoV2GZpIoU/TjIpt_KKEZI/AAAAAAAAEZI/9d5apDoIv_U/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-07-29+at+AM+11.31.05.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-1320486605580604841</id><published>2011-07-26T12:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:30:07.649+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Whenever you feel down and lost...</title><content type='html'>..., do know that I am always here for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to support you in whatever you want to do in achieving your dreams. I won't tie you down, and I am not forcing you to do anything, and I never will.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please allow me to share your pain, to walk with you through the ups and downs, to give you moral support. I want to be able to give you all I can to support you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very strong, and I know that. Don't let anyone gets you down. When there are storms and tides in life, stand up strong, face it, and you'll do just fine. There is no storm that stays forever. It will be gone eventually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray, ask for guidance and blessings, be positive, laugh the troubles away, and everything will go smoothly :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-1320486605580604841?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/1320486605580604841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=1320486605580604841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/1320486605580604841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/1320486605580604841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2011/07/whenever-you-feel-down-and-lost.html' title='Whenever you feel down and lost...'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-5149371912122696679</id><published>2011-07-26T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:30:07.729+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Mind vs Feeling</title><content type='html'>Two things that look the same, but they are different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone uses his/her mind, he/she is called SMART.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone uses his/her feeling, he/she is called NICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if that someone uses his/her mind and feeling, he/she is WISE...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-5149371912122696679?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/5149371912122696679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=5149371912122696679&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/5149371912122696679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/5149371912122696679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2011/07/mind-vs-feeling.html' title='Mind vs Feeling'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-1749440778826637638</id><published>2011-07-19T00:35:00.033+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:49:56.244+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Be grateful of your life</title><content type='html'>"When you feel that your life is hard, there is always someone out there who wish they could have your life instead. Be grateful of what you have. Count your blessings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tweeted the above some time ago. It's actually directed to a certain someone, but let's save the story for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's story is about an old friend of mine whom I look up to. Her life hasn't been easy, but with her determination, passion, and faith in God, she managed to 'lift up' her life to the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was my primary school mate, and I was quite close to her for a period of time in school back then. She was a 'fierce' and loud girl, and there were quite a number of guys got beaten up by her (Of course it was not those kind of beating to the point that they died. LOL!! You know, those punches and kicks and all).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things started to change when her beloved father passed away... I still remember the day she came back to school with a sad face but telling me she was okay. Maybe she doesn't remember, but I do. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I stumbled upon &lt;a href="http://www.wendyzeldahelling.tumblr.com/"&gt;her blog&lt;/a&gt; the other day, and there's this blog post about how hard her life is. Even though I knew her back then, I definitely knew nothing about the further details in her life, especially since we graduated from Primary school and went our separate ways and technically lost contact of each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading the post brought me to tear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wrote quite a lengthy post but I just couldn't stop reading it. Each sentence was carefully written with pure emotion and humbleness. At first I was thinking of translating it to English (it's in Bahasa), but then again, I changed my mind cos: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. It may not sounds the same anymore. I mean in terms of the emotion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. It's quite lengthy, and it will take me some time! Hahahaha :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://wendyzeldahelling.tumblr.com/post/7658208646/life-is-hard-but-god-is-good"&gt;You can read the post here&lt;/a&gt;, or you can also read it here. I've copied and pasted the whole thing here. For those who understand Malay, it may be quite easy for you to understand it as she used decent Indonesian, not slank. I've also edited some of the vocabulary and grammar a little bit without trying to change the meaning :) *Hope you're okay with it, Wen*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty long, so brace yourself, and perhaps prepare some tissues. Just in case. Oh, and I've also highlighted some points in red. Those are the things I think worthy to take note of ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="title" style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px;"&gt;Life is Hard, But God is Good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="copy" style="color: #6e7173; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;“Kenapa sih hidup gue begini!”, ” Hidup tuh gak adil!” . Kalimat-kalimat seperti ini seringkali terucap di bibir kita. Beberapa hari belakangan ini saya mendapatkan beberapa orang teman yang sharing dengan saya tentang kehidupannya. Dari semua yang mereka ceritakan saya mendapat kesimpulan yang sama mereka merasa hidup mereka susah dan Tuhan meninggalkan mereka. Kesimpulan ini membuat saya kembali mengingat bagaimana kehidupan saya di dunia selama 25 tahun ini. Saya mengingat semua bagian-bagian yang terjadi. Sebelas tahun hidup saya dilalui dengan tanpa beban, tidak pernah merasa kekurangan, hidup bagaikan tuan putri, manja, egois, apapun harus diturutin. Saya anak terakhir dan anak kesayangan di rumah, keluarga besar papa saya memanggil saya dengan anak emas si Ronny (ini nama panggilan almarhum papa saya). Kakak-kakak sayapun sayang luar biasa dengan adik kecilnya ini. Hanya mama saya saja ketika itu tidak terlalu memanjakan saya karena dia berpendapat anak bungsunya ini sudah sangat dimanja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Kehidupan sebelas tahun itu berubah ketika papa saya jatuh sakit, ekonomi keluarga kami jatuh. Rumah-rumah yang dibeli oleh papa untuk kelima anaknya habis terjual untuk biaya pengobatan, tiga mobil bermerkpun juga ikut terjual. Sampai pada tanggal 3 Febuari 1998 jam 01.00 pagi, telepon di rumah kami berdering, saat itu di rumah hanya ada kakak sulung saya dan kakak ketiga saya. Saya yg sedang tertidur lelap langsung dibangunkan kakak sulung saya yang matanya tampak memerah, saya tanya kenapa dia hanya menjawab ” papa mau ketemu kamu, ke rumah sakit sekarang yah” Saat itu saya berumur 11 tahun feeling sudah tidak enak. Sampai di rumah sakit pemandangan yang saya lihat mama menangis sambil mengelus kepala papa, kakak saya yang nomor 4 sedang marah kepada dokter sambil menarik baju dokter dengan berteriak “bangunin papa saya!!” Kakak saya yang ketiga menangis sambil berteriak “papa”, saya mengeluarkan air mata, tidak brani mendekat, kakak sulung saya menggandeng tangan saya, saya lihat mata dia memerah dan berusaha tegar, dia bawa ke samping tubuh papa yang sedang terbaring, saya mengeluarkan suara, “Papa knapa? Papa bangun, Wendy di sini,” seketika saya melihat mama memandang saya dan pingsan. Lalu saya ingat persis kakak sulung saya pegang tangan saya yang satu dia pegang tangan papa saya dan kakak berkata ” pa, pergi yang tenang yah, Henry akan jaga adek-adek,janji, terutama Wendy, Hendry akan gantiin posisi papa untuk jagain dia (ok saya menitikan airmata saat mengetik ini)” kakak keempat saya shock dia pingsan, mamapun begitu. Beberapa menit kemudian kakak kedua saya dan omapun datang. Oma dan kakak saya ini bilang ke Henry, bawa adek keluar. Saya di gendong keluar, duduk dan Henry-pun duduk memeluk saya kencang, dia nangis dan cuma bilang, “wendy nyanyi aja, gk boleh nangis, kita-kita jagain kamu, gak boleh nangis gak boleh nyari papa, papa udah pergi, udah tenang” Saya reflek berteriak nangis sambil melepaskan pelukan, saya lari ke dalam menghampiri tubuh papa saya yang terbaring kaku dengan wajah tersenyum, saya berteriak “PAPA BANGUN!!! PAPA BANGUN!! BESOK WENDY MAU SEKOLAH!! PAPA BANGUN!!! PAPA JANJI MAU ANTERIN!!” Kakak kedua saya menarik saya dan memeluk saya sambil membentak “Wen! PAPA UDAH PERGI!” Saya ngotot, berontak dan masih dengan teriakan yang sama, sampai akhirnya saya pingsan tak sadarkan diri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Saya tersadar, tubuh saya tergeletak di tempat tidur di rumah sakit. Bangun lari mencari dimana papa. Sampai kakak kedua saya mengantar saya ke tempat dimana papa dimandikan untuk terakhir kalinya. Di situ saya melihat mama dia berusaha tegar untuk kami semua, mama menggandeng tangan saya, saat itu saya ingat persis perkataan mama kepada dokter ” dok, saya yang mau mandiin suami saya tidak perlu pihak rumah sakit.” Saya mengikuti mama saya, dia membuka pakaian ayah saya sambil menitikan air mata dan hanya berkata ” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Ron, pergi yang tenang yah, eik (Bahasa Belanda yg artinya : saya) jaga anak-anak, eik akan jadiin mereka sarjana. Tenang di sana yah, pergi aja, klenemeit (Bahasa Belanda : yg paling kecil) biar eik yang jaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;. Kalo diinget-inget luar biasa cinta yang mereka miliki satu sama lain :’).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Hari itu juga papa dimakamkan. Mama tidak pernah meninggalkan peti mati papa sedetik pun. Keluarga besar berkumpul di rumah duka di rumah oma saya. Rame yang saya lihat saat itu,suara tangisan, triakan histeris, bahkan celotehan dari seorang sepupu ” mama, koq om Ronny-nya tidur? Kan dede mau main sama om ronny”. Papa dimakamkan di Tanah Kusir, tempat dimana banyak anggota keluarga Helling dimakamkan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Seminggu setelah kejadian ini, kami pindah rumah, tidak lagi di daerah elite tersebut, kami sekeluarga pindah rumah dekat dengan sekolah saya. Rumah yang sangat jauh lebih kecil dengan kamar mandi seadanya, kamar yang terbatas, kalo sekarang saya ingat rumah itu seperti tidak layak untuk ditinggalin. Saat itu yang hanya bekerja hanya kakak sulung saya yang baru lulus kuliah dan keterima di salah satu bank ternama. Saat itu krisis moneterpun terjadi di negara kita, gaji kakak hanya tigaratus ribu saat itu, saya kelas 6 SD yang sedang menghadapi ujian. Semua berasa berubah dalam sekejap, anak umur 11 tahun yang mau memasuki masa remaja dengan emosi tidak stabil, saya selalu menangis, mama selalu mengantar saya ke sekolah setiap hari dan menunggu saya sampai saya pulang sekolah. Saya sangat ingat persis ketika saya duduk di tangga sekolah memegang bakwan yang ingin saya makan, dan pemandangan di depan menyajikan pemandangan hangatnya seorang ayah mengantar anak perempuannya, digendong, dicium keningnya. Saya yang lihat pemandangan itu reflek memeras dengan kencang bakwan tersebut dan menitikan air mata, mama yang melihat itu hanya bisa memeluk saya. Ujian saya pas2-an saat lulus SD, nilai saya benar-benar jeblok padahal nilai-nilai saya tidak pernah jelek sebelum-sebelumnya karena papa dan mama cukup keras terhadap pendidikan anak-anaknya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Hari-hari saya lalui dengan sangat berat saat itu, memasuki masa SMP saya masih sekolah di skolah yang sama, saya dapat beasiswa di sana untuk anak yatim, masa-masa SMP termasuk masa-masa pemberontak untuk saya, mama bekerja di kantin sekolah, dia tidak pernah melepaskan penjagaannya terhadap saya. Saya ingat persis bagaimana dia berjuang mati-matian untuk menyekolahkan saya dan 2 kakak saya yang masih kuliah saat itu serta membantu menopang perekonomian keluarga. Kakak saya yang nomor dua saat itu baru keterima menjadi guru untuk sekolah pariwisata. Saya memiliki emosi yang sangat tidak terkontrol pada awal usia sekolah SMP - SMA, seringkali menyalahkan Tuhan, knapa begitu cepat mengambil papa, knapa materi kami tidak dicukupi, apa sih salah keluarga saya, knapa mreka yang jahat tetap bisa hidup enak. Banyak hal setiap hari saya menyalahkan Tuhan, saya merasa Tuhan tidak dengar doa saya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Beberapa lama setelah saya menduduki kelas satu SMP, saya ikut kelas untuk anak-anak yang mau menjadi Katolik atau yang belum di baptis secara Katolik di sekolah, saat itu saya masih beragama Kristen Protestan. Awalnya saya hanya ikut-ikut teman saat masuk kelas itu.Tidak tahu mengapa saya senang masuk kelas itu belajar banyak, sampai saya mencoba untuk beribadah benar-benar ke gereja Katolik, karena selama ini saya hanya beribadah secara Katolik saat sekolah saja. Hari itu saya merasa nyaman saat mengikuti misa. Percaya atau tidak saya mengikuti kelas ini hanya 1 bulan sedangkan teman-teman saya harus 6 bulan mengikuti kelas ini. Pulang sekolah dari pihak gereja menghubungi sekolah, seorang romo mewawancarai saya, dan minta saya datang ke gereja untuk dibaptis secara Katolik sore itu. Akhirnya hal itu terjadi. Tidak lama kemudian saya juga mengikuti pembelajaran menjadi putra putri altar. Mama sangat rajin menemani saya. Tapi hal ini bukan berarti kemarahan saya berhenti, kemarahan itu selalu muncul, tapi entah mengapa saya selalu dibuat untuk sabar. Kalo dijabarkan hidup saya saat masa-masa SMP - SMA itu berputar 360 derajat dari sebelumnya. Kehidupan tuan putri berubah menjadi upik abu. Saya yang biasa memakai supir,tidak pernah naik angkot, tidak pernah naik bajaj, jarang sekali jalan kaki. Saya harus mengalami itu semua bahkan saya pernah jalan kaki dari sekolah ke rumah di Tanjung Priok dengan hujan-hujanan saat Jakarta dilanda banjir besar saat itu. Saya harus belajar mengontrol uang jajan, jarang pergi ke mall.Awal mula sangat susah menerima keadaan seperti ini tetapi &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;dari sini pelan-pelan Tuhan seperti membuka mata saya atas hal-hal yang dipertanyakan, hal-hal yang saya keluhkan, hal-hal yang membuat saya marah dengan diri-Nya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Setelah lulus dari bangku SMA, saya sempet berkecil hati untuk bisa kuliah dan khawatir dengan masa depan saya. Melihat keadaan ekonomi keluarga yang kurang memungkinkan jika berkuliah di universitas swasta. Di sini cobaanpun makin besar. Saya nekat hanya mendaftar universitas negeri favorit selain memang itu impian saya dari kecil. Saat itu pertama kalinya saya diremehkan oleh banyak orang terutama orang-orang terdekat saya. Bagi mereka saya tidak cukup mempunyai otak yang memadai untuk masuk universitas negeri favorit tersebut. Perkataan mereka seringkali menyakiti hati saya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;“PD bgt cuma daftar sana, gw pinter aja blm tentu masuk sana.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt; Saya hanya diam dan menyimpannya rapat-rapat, karena saya tahu bahwa keputusan ini sangat beresiko karena untuk bisa menjadi salah satu mahasiswa di universitas tersebut sangatlah sulit, saya harus bersaing dengan ribuan pendaftar dari seluruh Indonesia. Tahun pertama mencoba gagal, begitupun tahun kedua tetapi saya tidak mau menyerah selama kesempatan masih ada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Tahun ketiga saya kembali mengikuti tes tersebut dan merupakan kesempatan terakhir untuk masuk ke universitas tersebut. Saat itu saya sudah menjadi pelatih &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;cheerleading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt; di SMA saya dan baru bekerja selama setahun. Honor yang didapat saya kumpulkan untuk membeli fomulir pendaftaran dan mendaftar les bimbingan intensif serta untuk ongkos transport. Saya simpan itu di mama dan berkata kepada mama &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;” Ma, bantu simpen yah, Wendy gk mw bebanin mama sama kakak2, doain aj”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt; Mama selalu menemani saya, bahkan dia berniat menjual kalung kesayangan papa kalau uang yang dikumpulkan tidak cukup untuk membeli fomulir dan les. Saya bilang ke mama , “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Ma, gak usah, mama jangan khawatir, bantu wendy dengan doa, Wendy usaha nabung dari gaji Wendy ngajar. Tuhan pasti bantu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;” Semua kekumpul dan Tuhan memberi lebih, saudara sepupu saya yang sudah lama tidak bertemu datang ke rumah ia memberikan mama sejumlah uang dan memeluk mama. Sepupu saya hanya bilang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;“Tante, dulu aku mau sekolah, aku susah, om bantu aku, skrg om gak ada, adek kecil mau kuliah, aku bantu kasih tapi gak banyak”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt; Dari sinilah saya melihat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;TABUR TUAI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt; yang Alkitab pernah katakan. Papa banyak membantu orang, jiwa sosial dia sangat tinggi, dan di sini mata saya terbuka papa menabur banyak kebaikan sama orang dengan tulus tapi ketika Tuhan panggil dia untuk kembali ke sisi-Nya, Tuhan melihat hal itu saat dia hidup di dunia dan Tuhan membiarkan anak-anak dan istrinya menuai dan tidak kekurangan. Hari itu saya sadar  dan berasa seperti diri saya tertampar kencang setelah kepergian papa, kami masih makan cukup, masih berlindung di rumah meskipun lebih kecil, saya masih bisa bersekolah di sekolah yang termasuk mahal biayanya karena adanya beasiswa, kami tidak kekurangan suatu apapun. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Saya terhentak merasa berdosa karena saya selama ini seperti tidak mensyukuri hidup, selalu mengeluh dan yang terparah adalah saya marah ke Tuhan. Padahal di luar sana banyak sekali orang yang jauh lebih susah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Cobaan pun makin datang dan semakin besar, saat kumpul di keluarga besar papa, saya banyak diremehkan dengan kata-kata &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;“emang bisa?”, ” yakin bgt kamu?”, ” udh langsung kerja aj, lulusan sma bisa tuh coba jadi spg dulu”, “emang anakmu bisa tembus SPMB? Bukannya dia kerjanya main-main aj dan manja kan?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt; Semua perkataan mereka seperti menusuk jantung saya sangat dalam, membuat lobang hitam yang sangat besar di hati saya. Mereka berbicara itu di depan mama saya, janda dari saudara mereka sendiri. Saya ingat persis selalu datang ke papa meminta bantuan dikala mereka mengalami kesulitan. Saya tahu persis mama saya sakit hatinya luar biasa, airmata saya tahan saat itu karena tidak ingin menambah beban mama. Bahkan salah seorang sahabatpun pernah mengutarakan pilihan saya bodoh seperti menunggu ketidakpastian, cukup banyak teman yang tidak yakin dan meremehkan saya saat itu mereka mayoritas menganggap saya hanya membuang waktu saja. Hampir setiap hari menangis, menangis dan menangis. Semua kata-kata itu saya simpan sampai bertemu seorang teman dan meminta dia untuk mengajarkan pelajaran bahasa inggris untuk persiapan  ujian. Saya curahkan semua isi hati saya dan dia memberikan support dan saran yang membuat saya berpikir. Saya rutin pergi ke rumah dia setelah pulang les dan dia pulang kuliah. Setiap hari pulang malam dan sampai di rumah tidak langsung istirahat tetapi mengulang kembali pelajaran yang didapat hari itu. Saya mengingat semua saran dan support yang dia berikan dan pada akhirnya terdorong untuk pergi duduk di goa maria.Saya berdoa seperti curhat disinilah iman saya mulai bertumbuh, cobaan demi cobaan tidak berhenti datang tapi saya hajar dengan doa, berusaha berpikir positif dan ke depan, mengontrol segala emosi *meskipun sekarang masih cukup temperamental*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Sampai saya membuat perjanjian ke Tuhan kalau saya mau belajar untuk lebih sabar menghadapi ini semua dan jika keterima di kesemmpatan terakhir ini saya mau rajin ke gereja mendekatkan diri dengan-Nya. Saya cerita semua hal ini ke mama, mama sambil mengelus dan mencium kening saya hanya berkata ” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;mama tau anak mama yang paling kecil itu bukan anak manja, anak mama yang kaya tuan putri ini punya mental yang kuat bisa tanggung jawab, mama percaya kamu bisa, mama slalu doa buat kamu Wen”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;. Sampai suatu malam saya mendengar pembicaraan mama ke kakak2 saya, ” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Kalian berempat harus bersyukur, tidak perlu mengalami apa yang adik alami, mama sangat jaga dia, liat apa waktu jaman kalian sekolah kalian bersusah payah kaya dia? Dicemooh banyak org, umur muda gk perlu kumpulin uang hanya untuk les dan bayar fomulir, kalian transport sudah tersedia, jaga adeknya, cobaan dia berat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;” Mendengar hal tersebut membuat air mata ini tumpah karena melihat mama memikirkan saya sampai sebegitunya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Saya membuat janji terhadap diri saya menjelang hari ujian untuk pergi ke gereja setiap hari. Rutinitas ini saya lakukan, usai les intensif mampir dan duduk di gereja,seringkali saya menangis ketika berdoa. Saya menyerahkan semuanya ke Tuhan, saya hanya mau usaha dan sayapun minta maaf benar-benar maaf atas semua keluhan, benar-benar menyesal atas apa yang sudah keluar dari mulut saya, memaki Tuhan, marah dengan diri-Nya, saya berlutut minta ampun. Saya hanya minta kekuatan, karena saya hanya manusia biasa yang lemah dengan keterbatasannya dan jauh sekali dari kata sempurna. Makin hari ke hari iman makin bertumbuh lebih dari sebelumnya, saya makin dibuat tenang dan kuat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Usaha, kesabaran dan doa saya terjawab, saya keterima di universitas tersebut, saya ke gereja mengucap syukur dan berjanji mau membuktikan kalau saya bisa menyelesaikan studi saya dengan baik,saya ingin selesai tepat waktu, mengejar ilmu, berusaha mempunyai nilai yang memuaskan.Saya minta Tuhan bantu di tiap perjalanan saya. Awal masuk kuliah Tuhan memberi saya hadiah yang sebenarnya saya tidak pernah minta itu, saya masuk ke tim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;cheerleading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;karena kenalan seorang teman di kampus. Resmi saya berkuliah, sambil berprofesi sebagai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;cheerleader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt; dan pengajar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;cheerleading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;. Cobaan pun datang kembali saya harus mengalami sakit hati yang luar biasa, dan cemooh dari orang-orang sekitar, meragukan saya bisa menyelesaikan studi, meragukan profesi yang saya jalanin dan yang bikin saya sakit kerabat-kerabat dekat ini meremehkan dengan bicara langsung ke mama, bahwa saya akan susah jadi orang sukses, bahwa cheerleader itu profesi apa? Bisa jamin apa? Pilihan saya bodoh karena saya memilih Sastra Rusia yang tidak jelas dan tidak menjamin kehidupan di masa depan. Mama menahan diam dan hanya bisa bercerita, saya hanya bisa bilang ke mama, saya tidak janji apa-apa tapi saya mau berusaha yang terbaik. Awal kuliah pun saya harus kehilangan sahabat karib yang benar-benar dekat dengan saya. Persahabatan kami pecah hanya karena orang ketiga bahwa saya bukan sahabat yang baik dan suatu hal. Seminggu penuh saya menangis, jengkel, marah, kaget, tidak menyangka, dan bertanya koq bisa? Koq tega? Apa iya saya gak baik? 9 tahun kami bersahabat apa artinya. Awal2 saya susah sekali memaafkan dan sulit percaya orang, tapi saya terus berdoa. Saya juga bertanya apakah memang begini? Harus begini? Ternyata seiring berjalannya waktu Tuhan memberikan penggantinya, orang yang saya dulu kira sombong dan tidak bisa dijadikan sahabat, ternyata jauh lebih bisa diajak susah diajak senang. Ada saat susah dan senang, selalu berusaha membuat saya tertawa. Dia selalu memberikan kata-kata ledekan yang sebenarnya dia meledek saya ketika saya marah atau sedih tetapi mengocok perut saya ketika membacanya sambil membayangkan gaya celoteh dia yang sangat khas. Bahkan yang membuat saya paling tersentuh sekali ketika orang yang mencuri hati saya mengajak saya mengobrol dalam wktu yang lama, sahabat saya ini mau menunggu dan membiarkan saya dan “dia” berbicara berdua. Saya ingat persis setelah saya dan “dia” selesai berbicara, kami pergi ke tempat kesayangan kami untuk membeli minum, saya melemparkan pertanyaan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;” koq mau nunggu?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt; Sahabat saya menjawab &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;” gak pernah liat lo begini wen, jatuh cinta, jadi gpp biar lo bisa rasain.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt; Di situ saya terharu dan berpikir , orang yang dulu pasti tidak akan melakukan hal ini. Kami pernah susah sama2 saat latihan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;cheerleading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;bersama-sama. Selesai latihan sama-sama lapar dan punya uang yang terbatas, kami beli tempe mendoan di pintu 4 di GBK dan 2 botol aqua untuk bareng-bareng. Saya sangat inget persis, karena ketika itu saya berpikir, kalo orang yang dulu tidak akan pernah mau untuk makan di pinggir jalan seperti ini. Yah betul jika mungkin kita harus bertemu orang yang salah sebelum ketemu orang yang tepat, kata-kata ini pas tidak hanya u percintaan sepasang kekasih tetapi juga untuk persahabatan dan saya berharap dan berdoa kepada Tuhan semoga persahabatan kami awet di dalam suka dan duka sampai saya harus meninggalkan dunia ini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Waktu terus berjalan saya semakin belajar tentang hidup.Puji Tuhan studi saya selesai tepat waktu dengan hasil memuaskan, karir saya di dunia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;cheerleading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;pun banyak menghasilkan prestasi, &amp;nbsp;rezeki pun mengalir dan &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Tuhan sekarang sedang membuat saya belajar untuk tahu apa itu cinta dan belajar mencintai dengan tulus walaupun sakit, belajar cinta yang tidak palsu karena cinta Bapa di sorga kepada anak-anak-Nya pun sangat tulus dan luar biasa. Tuhan membuat segala sesuatu indah pada waktu -Nya. Kita hanya perlu besabar, berusaha dan berdoa. Tuhan membuka mata orang-orang yang meremehkan saya tanpa saya harus berteriak-teriak ato membuat pengumuman di spanduk besar. Tuhan membantu membuat saya yang direndahkan menjadi ditinggikan.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saya sangat percaya hidup memang sulit tetapi jika kita menyerahkan semua ke tangan Tuhan hidup kita pasti aman tidak kekurangan suatu apapun. Saya juga belajar ketika menemui masalah Tuhan harus pertama dicari, ketika berdoa belajar untuk beserah, jangan pernah berpikir Tuhan meninggalkan kita karena sebenarnya kita yang sering meninggalkan Tuhan,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; jangan memandang pergi ke gereja hanya sebagai kewajiban, tapi coba berpikir kita pergi ke gereja untuk mengucap syukur, meminta ampun dan meminta yang terbaik, berpikirlah jika Tuhan setiap detik bisa menemani kita, apa susahnya untuk kita ke gereja hanya sekitar 2 jam untuk memuji nama-Nya. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Jangan pernah mengandalkan kekuatan sendiri, jangan iri dengan kehidupan orang lain karena semua sudah pada porsinya, belajar untuk selalu mengucap syukur tidak hanya dikala senang tetapi dikala kesusahan, belajar untuk lebih ikhlas dan merelakan, belajar untuk memaafkan musuh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Saya menulis ini bukan untuk drama berlebihan menjual kisah sedih hidup saya, saya hanya ingin share apa yang  didapatkan, apa yang Tuhan buat dalam hidup saya, sayapun masih belajar dan terus belajar mengasah iman saya karena hidup adalah belajar :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Sayapun tidak religi sekali hanya berusaha untuk hidup berpegang kepada Tuhan dan takut akan Tuhan, karena hidup cuma sekali. Saya tidak ingin membuang hidup begitu saja, saya punya keinginan jika Tuhan merestui, saya ingin apa yang saya buat apa yang saya lakukan agar bisa menjadi berkat untuk banyak orang agar ketika tugas saya di dunia sudah selesai saya meninggalkan prestasi supaya keturunan saya bisa menuainya seperti yang papa saya lakukan. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Percaya saja semua indah pada waktu -Nya. Jangan pernah menyangkal Tuhan, berbuat baik yang tulus tanpa mengharapkan imbalan, belajar menerima kekurangan, dan tetap rendah hati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Saya pun sangat jauh dari kata sempurna,iman sayapun masih tumpul, sayapun masih belajar, belajar dan terus belajar. Semoga tulisan saya ini bisa menjadi berkat untuk banyak orang dan menjadi catatan pengingat saya jika iman saya sedang digoncang. Amin! :) Jesus Bless You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;HE HAS MADE EVERYTHING BEAUTIFUL IN ITS TIME -ECCLESIATES 3:11-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So, did you manage to read the whole story? Touching, eh? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess there's nothing much I could say now. She has elaborated the important points very well, but perhaps a few points to take note of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;1. Never give up no matter what life throws at you. Life is not always smooth sailing. There will always be storms and tides in life, but stand up strong, face it, and you'll do fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;2. Have faith in God. He will always be there for you no matter what. Leave your life in God's hands, and He will give you what you need (may not be what you want) and you will always have enough, no less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her via BBM today that I love this particular post she wrote. I told her that it's well written and her reply to me was simply touching. She told me that it was quite hard for her to wrote it as she had to remember all the details and she literally wrote it in tears. The best thing is, she typed the first draft in her BB!! Geez, can you imagine how tired her thumbs were from typing that lengthy post? Hahahaha.. sorry, I spoiled the mood, is it? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is it. I'm gonna end this post with some BBM messages from our conversation today (edited a little bit):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Doa, usaha, dan sabar sih Mel. Kuncinya itu.. Gue cuma mensyukuri apa yang Tuhan kasih dan berusaha jalanin dengan baik, dan gue tau gue gak sempurna. Gue jauh dari sempurna. Siapa pun bisa koq. Beneran deh, asal jangan ngeluh en fokus."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;"Hidup itu belajar mencintai ketidaksempurnaan."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/17848885-1749440778826637638?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/1749440778826637638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=1749440778826637638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/1749440778826637638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/1749440778826637638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2011/07/when-you-feel-that-your-life-is-hard.html' title='Be grateful of your life'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-7033482973794391300</id><published>2011-07-13T10:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:47:30.537+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mo Yung'/><title type='text'>Look at what I saw on Gmarket SG two days ago:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sLV_2kZqGsU/Th0P0vPrpgI/AAAAAAAAEY8/rvs33bNv6Bs/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-11%2Bat%2BAM%2B10.01.09.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 169px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sLV_2kZqGsU/Th0P0vPrpgI/AAAAAAAAEY8/rvs33bNv6Bs/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-11%2Bat%2BAM%2B10.01.09.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628672507992843778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPpv61MlMZI/Th0P0-OzC4I/AAAAAAAAEZE/1lli9W0bDks/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-11%2Bat%2BAM%2B10.01.20.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 295px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPpv61MlMZI/Th0P0-OzC4I/AAAAAAAAEZE/1lli9W0bDks/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-11%2Bat%2BAM%2B10.01.20.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628672512015666050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now excuse me while I'm going to buy some Lipgross to gross them up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-7033482973794391300?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/7033482973794391300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=7033482973794391300&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/7033482973794391300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/7033482973794391300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2011/07/look-at-what-i-saw-on-gmarket-sg-two.html' title='Look at what I saw on Gmarket SG two days ago:'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sLV_2kZqGsU/Th0P0vPrpgI/AAAAAAAAEY8/rvs33bNv6Bs/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-11%2Bat%2BAM%2B10.01.09.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-1644283957390224248</id><published>2011-06-15T11:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:49:31.006+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Releasing Steam'/><title type='text'>When we said just send it to our office, we meant it that way!</title><content type='html'>Just blew up on some very annoying company who has been calling us for months and is always asking the same dumb question!!! I usually still layan them and tried to be nice, but today, I got so fed up and I just blew up and scolded them right there and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you so mean?" o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, before you judge anything, let me tell you a story of how this typical company/organization/whatever-not-like-i-care behave:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time they call our office (and I mean EVERY SINGLE FREAKING TIME), they always ask for the foreign managers/directors, and when we asked "What is it regarding about?", they always say "oh yes, ma'am, it's regarding a document that we want to send him/her".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I received such call, I thought it may be real. But then after I put down the phone, my colleagues told me that they have been calling for quite some time. (They can call you minimum 2 times every month).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, after I knew about it, I was just acting cool and entertaining their requests and was like "whatever".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HqKOgbheUZ8/TfgyEojWQ-I/AAAAAAAAEY0/OD2fPwdgNXw/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-06-15%2Bat%2BPM%2B12.13.33.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HqKOgbheUZ8/TfgyEojWQ-I/AAAAAAAAEY0/OD2fPwdgNXw/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-06-15%2Bat%2BPM%2B12.13.33.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618295590331237346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Picture taken from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/piez/995290158/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And yes, they kept on calling and calling and calling and calling, and NO single document was ever sent to our office, although they have got the names of the Director/Manager. What nonsense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, precisely like half an hour ago, they called again and THEY ASKED THE FREAKING SAME QUESTIONS ALL OVER AGAIN! They said that they need to send a document only to foreign managers, how many foreign managers do we have here in the company. When I mentioned 3, she kept on insisting to know the names of the other 2 (she has known 1 of them already). I told her that she can just send the document to our office and we will distribute it to the 3 of them. But she kept on insisting and insisting and insisting to know their names. Her tone was not so professional either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it. I got my last straw, and I told her straight away:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MEO-SGSHRMg/TfgyDrmWWII/AAAAAAAAEYc/I0MLrmmssTs/s1600/Angry%2Bcat%2Bwith%2Bgun.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MEO-SGSHRMg/TfgyDrmWWII/AAAAAAAAEYc/I0MLrmmssTs/s400/Angry%2Bcat%2Bwith%2Bgun.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618295573969262722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Picture taken from luckylovers.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Listen, I'm sorry to say this but you guys have been calling us again and again and again for so many times and you have never even send any documents here. So please stop calling us! Thank you!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and I put down the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just fyi, they also called our office YESTERDAY. My colleague has been quite sarcastic to them yesterday, and yet they still have the guts to call again TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my friends should know that I'm not the kind of person who gets angry easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Szl2t6vWXzc/TfgyEGZzjUI/AAAAAAAAEYs/XhfHtasYjTA/s1600/angrycat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Szl2t6vWXzc/TfgyEGZzjUI/AAAAAAAAEYs/XhfHtasYjTA/s400/angrycat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618295581164408130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Picture taken from &lt;a href="http://funnymadworld.blogspot.com/2010/01/angry-cat.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They never learn from our reaction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-1644283957390224248?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/1644283957390224248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=1644283957390224248&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/1644283957390224248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/1644283957390224248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2011/06/when-we-said-just-send-it-to-our-office.html' title='When we said just send it to our office, we meant it that way!'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HqKOgbheUZ8/TfgyEojWQ-I/AAAAAAAAEY0/OD2fPwdgNXw/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-06-15%2Bat%2BPM%2B12.13.33.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-2122972994658565661</id><published>2011-06-10T22:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:54:05.685+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Sometimes all we need is little joys in everyday life</title><content type='html'>One thing I love from this job is the feeling of satisfaction I get from helping community members to solve their problems, assisting them and make sure they are happy. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This may sounds cheesy, but I do feel happy for those who win our call for entries. Take today, for example. We've finally gotten our winners for a call for entries by an international major beverage brand. I was feeling very sleepy that time, but once I've heard the news, it feels like there was some sort of electricity jolted inside of me, waking me up. I was literally feeling very very happy and excited. Yes, I know I'm not the winner. I'm not the one winning that $XX,XXX amount of money, but I do feel like I am winning too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when the winner responded to my email, it was such a joy to see their reaction. A mixture of shock, happy, and couldn't believe their eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of them told me that he was feeling so buzzed right now that he might not be able to sleep tonight, simply cos he couldn't believe that he won and he was so excited about it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, just an email and it could really brighten up my day. I'm easy to pleased huh? :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another example is this email that I received a couple of days ago. I've received several similar emails before, but let's just take this one as an example. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically this community member was telling me how he felt so down when two of his entries got rejected, and also due to an uploading problem which failed him a couple of times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I did was nothing really special (IMO) and it was just a normal thing to do. But he was saying that (Ok, this may sounds cheesy again, and I don't mean to boast myself up or anything in any way) I was like a guardian angel came to the rescue, and make sure everything was alright and his hard work wouldn't go to waste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was quite a lengthy email, and I can really feel his sincerity in it. You know how some people sounds so nice in the email but they were actually insincere? So yeah, it was heart warming to see such an email in your inbox in the midst of your hectic day. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, what I wanted to say was that this job is kind of like my dream job. I get to interact with lots and lots of community members from diverse background. Sure, there are some who make me feel like throwing my slippers right at their faces, but most of them are generally very nice, and I simply love the interactions between us. I love the way they feel happy and excited knowing they have won something, I love the feeling of engaging them to unleash their creativity and potential, and I simply love the "Thank you"s I get from them :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the little things in life that count... I always try my best to be grateful and to always look at the bright side of life. These little joys is what make me go through and always want to do the best...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-2122972994658565661?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/2122972994658565661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=2122972994658565661&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/2122972994658565661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/2122972994658565661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2011/06/sometimes-all-we-need-is-little-joys-in.html' title='Sometimes all we need is little joys in everyday life'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-2458318832667967898</id><published>2010-11-15T23:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:30:07.672+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Me no speak English. Me speak Singlish.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A couple of weeks ago, a Malaysian girl called our office and I happened to pick the phone up. Here's how the conversation went (not the exact same words, but more or less):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me: (Insert company name), Good Morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Girl: Hi, do you have any vacancy for Graphic Designer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me: *was a bit shocked by the way she asked such question right away* Erm... Sorry, may I know who's on the line?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Girl: Oh, my name is XXX, I'm calling to ask whether there's a position for Graphic Designer. Where can I send my resume to ar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me: Oh, please hold the line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*At this point of time I put the call on hold and talked to my colleague beside me. She told me to give that girl her email address*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me: Halo, you can send your resume to (insert colleague's email address)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Girl: *repeats the spelling of the email address&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me: Yes, that's correct.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Girl: Oh ya, maybe you can arrange an interview for me? Because I am going to Singapore next week, so maybe I can go to your office and show my portfolio lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me: Err...I think you send your resume to the email address I've given you just now. We'll let you know if there's anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Girl: Oh, ok lor. Thank you ar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me: You're welcome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ermm I think I made it sounds less &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manglish"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Manglish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; than how it was supposed to be. Hahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;She didn't send her resume though. Then, a week after that, she called again, and I happened to pick up the call again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me: *Usual phone greeting lah*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Girl: Hi, this is XXX, may I speak to the HR please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me: May I know what is it regarding about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Girl: I already sent my resume the other day, and I'm going to Singapore tomorrow. So maybe you can arrange an interview for me hor, then I can come and show my portfolio lar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me: Oh, please hold the line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*Pass the phone to my colleague in charge. LOL*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ok, so basically my colleague didn't receive her email, and she said that we didn't have any vacancy for Graphic Designer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And again, I think I made it sounds less Manglish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ok, if I'm the boss, I don't think I would even consider her to work for my company at all. Why? First of all, she used Manglish to speak on the phone when she was calling enquiring about job opportunity. It's just so unprofessional. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I do speak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://everything2.com/title/Singlish"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Singlish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; too, but I always try to use proper English when I am making calls regarding something important, or when I am dealing with certain people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And this girl simply "hor", "lah", and whatever when she was asking about job vacancy -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If you're the employer, will you invite an applicant who speaks Singlish/Manglish to you before/during the interview?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Just imagine:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Employer: So, tell me more about yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Applicant: I'm 23 years old. I graduated from Uni already liao. Then hor, I have a sister and a brader (brother) at home. Both of them are 26 and 27 years old, so I'm the youngest child lar. It's so shiok become the youngest child cos my parents and my brader and sister always pamper me one.  (--&gt;Wah I think if someone said this kind of thing during an interview, then he/she can say bye-bye to the job already). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Employer: Why do you want to work in Singapore? (assuming he/she is not from Singapore)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Applicant: Because Singapore is a very advance country mah. So I hope I can find a better opportunity here lor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Employer: So do you know how to operate xxxxx (Insert software/hardware names)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Applicant: Of cos I know lor. That one I got study in Uni, so of cos I can operate them lar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Woah man, if I am the employer, I think I'll cut her interview right away and thank her for coming. Lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ok, speaking of Mang/Singlish (both of them are generally the same though), there's actually something interesting about them. There are a number of suffixes in Singlish (I use Singlish since I'm in Singapore), and the most common ones are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; lar, liao, lor, leh, mah, meh, har, hor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here are some examples of the usage (taken from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://everything2.com/title/Singlish"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(17, 17, 17); font-family:Verdana, Tahoma, 'Arial Unicode MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"It's mine lar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Yes, yes, its mine, you can stop asking now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"lar" creates a feeling of very slight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onmouseup="document.cookie='lastnode_id=0; ; path=/'; 1;" title="annoyance" href="http://everything2.com/title/annoyance" class="populated" style="color: rgb(64, 96, 176); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;annoyance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; in response to a query.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"It's mine lor."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Yeah, its mine."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"lor" indicates &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onmouseup="document.cookie='lastnode_id=0; ; path=/'; 1;" title="nonchalance" href="http://everything2.com/title/nonchalance" class="populated" style="color: rgb(64, 96, 176); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;nonchalance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, as if the speaker is not really interested in the question. It can also be used when the answer is so obvious it need not be mentioned at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"It's mine liao."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"I just made it mine a while ago, so yes, its mine."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"liao" retains the same meaning as the Mandarin word of the same sound. Indicates something that has happened in the past, that there has been a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onmouseup="document.cookie='lastnode_id=0; ; path=/'; 1;" title="completion" href="http://everything2.com/title/completion" class="populated" style="color: rgb(64, 96, 176); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;completion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; of a task of sorts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"It's mine leh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Hey, its mine!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"leh" is used when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onmouseup="document.cookie='lastnode_id=0; ; path=/'; 1;" title="countering" href="http://everything2.com/title/countering" class="populated" style="color: rgb(64, 96, 176); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;countering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; a previous statement. In the example above, the sentence could be used after somebody else mkes claim to the object in question, or when the person speaking originally believes the object to belong to someone else, and suddenly realises it is his. Use of "leh" usually means that somebody is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onmouseup="document.cookie='lastnode_id=0; ; path=/'; 1;" title="wrong" href="http://everything2.com/title/wrong" class="populated" style="color: rgb(64, 96, 176); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"It's mine mah."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Yup, it's mine, that's why I'm taking it home."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"mah" is similar to "lor" and can sometimes be used interchangably. However, it is used when the statement is an explanation, and does not carry the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onmouseup="document.cookie='lastnode_id=0; ; path=/'; 1;" title="I-couldn't-care-less" href="http://everything2.com/title/I-couldn%2527t-care-less" class="populated" style="color: rgb(64, 96, 176); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I-couldn't-care-less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; feel that "lor" implies. It does express that the speaker believes this explanation is good enough for the listener and no further &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onmouseup="document.cookie='lastnode_id=0; ; path=/'; 1;" title="elaboration" href="http://everything2.com/title/elaboration" class="populated" style="color: rgb(64, 96, 176); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;elaboration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; is required.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"It's mine meh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Huh? It's mine? Are you sure?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"meh" is identical to the Mandarin "ma" mentioned earlier. It is used to suffix questions, with the added &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onmouseup="document.cookie='lastnode_id=0; ; path=/'; 1;" title="suggestion" href="http://everything2.com/title/suggestion" class="populated" style="color: rgb(64, 96, 176); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;suggestion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; that the speaker is in a state of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onmouseup="document.cookie='lastnode_id=0; ; path=/'; 1;" title="disbelief" href="http://everything2.com/title/disbelief" class="populated" style="color: rgb(64, 96, 176); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;disbelief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"It's mine har."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"This is mine, it belongs to ME."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"har" stresses the importance of the sentence, in a "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onmouseup="document.cookie='lastnode_id=0; ; path=/'; 1;" title="don't you forget it" href="http://everything2.com/title/don%2527t+you+forget+it" class="populated" style="color: rgb(64, 96, 176); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;don't you forget it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;" manner, without the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onmouseup="document.cookie='lastnode_id=0; ; path=/'; 1;" title="hostility" href="http://everything2.com/title/hostility" class="populated" style="color: rgb(64, 96, 176); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;hostility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"It's mine hor?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"This is mine... I think. Do you think so too?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"hor" has three meanings. When used in a query, it is suggesting to the listener that an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onmouseup="document.cookie='lastnode_id=0; ; path=/'; 1;" title="acknowledgement" href="http://everything2.com/title/acknowledgement" class="populated" style="color: rgb(64, 96, 176); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;acknowledgement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; is required.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When used at the end of a sentence, it is generally identical to "har", except it is slightly more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onmouseup="document.cookie='lastnode_id=0; ; path=/'; 1;" title="hostile" href="http://everything2.com/title/hostile" class="populated" style="color: rgb(64, 96, 176); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;hostile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; ("This is mine hor, don't touch it!").&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When used in between phrases ("So hor, he climbed up the stairs hor, and then opened the door"), its meaning is a bit hard to describe. Think of it more as a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onmouseup="document.cookie='lastnode_id=0; ; path=/'; 1;" title="transitive" href="http://everything2.com/title/transitive" class="populated" style="color: rgb(64, 96, 176); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;transitive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; sound, such as the "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onmouseup="document.cookie='lastnode_id=0; ; path=/'; 1;" title="eh" href="http://everything2.com/title/eh" class="populated" style="color: rgb(64, 96, 176); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;" and "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onmouseup="document.cookie='lastnode_id=0; ; path=/'; 1;" title="hmm" href="http://everything2.com/title/hmm" class="populated" style="color: rgb(64, 96, 176); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;" that are used in English at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kinda interesting, huh? With a different suffix, the meaning will be totally different! The magic of Singlish! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But I guess you really need to understand the meaning of each suffix before you start to use Singlish. Otherwise, this is how you'll sound like: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/TOFhCipV4-I/AAAAAAAAEYI/HatVcbxmc6w/s1600/Singlish%2Bcomic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/TOFhCipV4-I/AAAAAAAAEYI/HatVcbxmc6w/s400/Singlish%2Bcomic.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539815712930259938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 254px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Picture taken from somewhere I forgot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Singlish_vocabulary"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; if you'd wish to learn some Singlish vocabulary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wapiang! It's 12:30am oredi. I need to sleep oredi. Hope tonight I can hao hao shui jiao. If not hor, tomoro I can be cranky one if not enough sleep! If I'm cranky hor, I can be angry. Damn jialat one! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Baibai!~&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/17848885-2458318832667967898?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/2458318832667967898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=2458318832667967898&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/2458318832667967898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/2458318832667967898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2010/11/me-no-speak-english-me-speak-singlish.html' title='Me no speak English. Me speak Singlish.'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/TOFhCipV4-I/AAAAAAAAEYI/HatVcbxmc6w/s72-c/Singlish%2Bcomic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-9038478690920492339</id><published>2010-10-27T11:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T17:52:51.590+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Can you read someone through his/her eyes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I stumbled upon this article about how people with autism have difficulty reading mental states from facial expression or eyes. One thing led to another and I landed on &lt;a href="http://glennrowe.net/BaronCohen/Faces/EyesTest.aspx"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt; where you can try to 'read the mind of someone through eyes' online.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gave it a try and the result wasn't so bad. I got a typical score. Give it a try if you have a free time. Just for fun, though ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532570048307702898" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/TMejJWhYrHI/AAAAAAAAEYA/RVwU5qahK9E/s400/Screen+shot+2010-10-27+at+AM+11.22.26.png" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 195px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/17848885-9038478690920492339?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/9038478690920492339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=9038478690920492339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/9038478690920492339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/9038478690920492339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2010/10/can-you-read-someone-through-hisher.html' title='Can you read someone through his/her eyes?'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/TMejJWhYrHI/AAAAAAAAEYA/RVwU5qahK9E/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-10-27+at+AM+11.22.26.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-8959344051552408493</id><published>2010-10-08T15:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:30:07.822+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mr. Lennon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You would have been 70 tomorrow :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to celebrate your birthday, Google came up with a cute logo for you: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/TK7Ny-qkIfI/AAAAAAAAEXw/dh0dzRn1kfQ/s400/Screen+shot+2010-10-08+at+PM+03.51.08.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525580068528857586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 201px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Too bad, your 'Imagine' dream has not come true just yet :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Nevertheless, still, Happy Birthday (again)! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/TK7NywOUkxI/AAAAAAAAEX4/84rwyXyxjAA/s400/Screen+shot+2010-10-08+at+PM+03.49.24.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525580064652301074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 123px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-8959344051552408493?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/8959344051552408493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=8959344051552408493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/8959344051552408493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/8959344051552408493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-birthday-mr-lennon.html' title='Happy Birthday Mr. Lennon!'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/TK7Ny-qkIfI/AAAAAAAAEXw/dh0dzRn1kfQ/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-10-08+at+PM+03.51.08.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-1549119830228620261</id><published>2010-09-16T15:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:30:07.660+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>3 Reasons I am a Scorpio</title><content type='html'>From &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/zodiacfacts"&gt;@ZodiacFacts&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#1 Reason you are a #Scorpio: Want what you can't have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#2 Reason you are a #Scorpio: Fear nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#3 Reason you are a #Scorpio: You have such a sharp tongue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-1549119830228620261?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/1549119830228620261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=1549119830228620261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/1549119830228620261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/1549119830228620261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2010/09/3-reasons-i-am-scorpio.html' title='3 Reasons I am a Scorpio'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-8209647712219646920</id><published>2010-09-15T10:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:30:07.791+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Of Multiracial Issue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Most of Asian countries are multiracial, maybe especially Malaysia and Singapore. There are 3 different races that live as majority in both countries, such as Chinese, Malay, and Indian. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;First of all, I am not Malaysian nor Singaporean. I am Indonesian Chinese. But from my experience of staying in Malaysia for 3 years, and currently in Singapore, I think it's quite safe for me to say that I experience the whole races-related thingy quite well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Second, I understand that this is a sensitive topic. So I hope those who are reading this won't simply judge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I found &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://m.malaysiakini.com/letters/141861"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;this really nice article&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; through a link my friend provided on Facebook. Please read it thoroughly :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div id="t" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(165, 42, 42); "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="t" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(165, 42, 42); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div id="t" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(165, 42, 42); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I am a Malaysian...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="l" style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Clarence Choong | 3 Sep, 10 2:13pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="c" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I share a common heritage, language, and culture with the people of Malaysia; what's more, we even share the same festive celebrations together. Heck, we are in fact pretty much identical with each other, as far as nature permits; except maybe for the negligible differences found in our physical appearance. But why is it so hard for certain quarters to accept this fact?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;There were many preposterous news of late; one Malaysian telling some to go back to 'China'; another Malaysian condemning her actions with a rap video. But what is the heart of this failure to accept that we are all of one ethnicity known as 'Malaysian'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;One of my lecturers said that we are all racists to a certain extent. Somehow, deep within us, there is this sense of prejudice towards fellow Malaysians we term as 'other races'. We are all ethnocentric to a certain degree; some believe that their forefathers were the founders of this land and therefore, the rest are just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;pendatang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;; some believe that their forefathers helped build Malaysia's economy to what it is today and the rest did not contribute. These thoughts, and so much more, have crossed our minds, at one point or another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;To think about it, nothing really can be done about this racism embedded in our subconscious because from young, we have been taught to be Chinese, Malays, and Indians; not Malaysians. And to remove this thorn in the flesh instantaneously at this point where we have all grown up is nearly impossible. As the proverb goes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Melentur buluh biarlah dari rebungnya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;However, the real problem is not this inert racism which comes to life every now and then when instigated. The real problem is how this racism has been encouraged and bred to be little monsters inside each and every one of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Take a look at Barisan Nasional. It was a very appealing concept when it was first formed but it turned out to be nothing but a party that cultivates racism. Why do we need a party with different race-based component parties to attend to the needs of Malaysians? Wouldn't it be better if we had a more generic party which all Malaysians can fully identify with instead of United Malays National Organisation, the Malaysian Chinese Association, or Malaysian Indian Congress? Why do we have to be denominated by our so-called 'race' in our strife for better welfare as Malaysians?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;While Umno is obsessed with retaining its &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ketuanan Melayu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, 30% equity and whatnot, MIC is embattled with internal strife; neglecting the people who voted them in. And I remember not too long ago, someone from MCA proposed an establishment of a Chinese version of Perkasa, to serve as an antithesis to the current Perkasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;While the idea might appeal to some narrow-minded Malaysians, I see it as a politicised, childish 'you don't friend me, I don't friend you' scenario. Instead, Malaysians should take heed from the infamous line that an eye for an eye leaves everybody blind; which in this case, leaves everybody a racist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And this disease of racism which stemmed from the government morphed into an epidemic which penetrates all levels of society. A good example would be my university, Universiti Malaya, where each residential college has its own race-based society such as the Chinese Community Club or Indian Cultural Community.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And it is these frequent meetings that endeared us to our 'race' while further engendered the spirit of racial &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;assabiyyah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. If nothing is done to address this subtle but growing racism in universities, I can only envision a dismal outcome of a gloomy Malaysia where these undergraduates would be leaders of the nation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sure, we can have appealing national policies such as '1Malaysia' but what happens when the 'feel good' effect fades and the curtain is drawn? '1Malaysia' would be nothing more than a larger epitome of Barisan Nasional and all the racism it propagates; where marginalisation and double standards continue to spread like a malignant cancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;If our leaders are serious about '1Malaysia', mentalities first have to change; not policies. Any policy can be packaged, re-packaged and sold to the people but what matters most is the substance beneath the facade; the actual implementation of the policies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Maybe it's time for a political, social, and economical revamp just as the sentiments of the people are a-changing. Malaysians don't need race-based parties to champion for their rights in order to be better off than other 'races'. Malaysians need a party which champions their rights as Malaysians. Everything race-based needs to go; from parties to university-level societies to schools.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Political opportunists who capitalise and thrive on racial issues to rise through the ranks need to go. I believe that Karl Marx's conflict theory aptly explains the current situation in Malaysia. Too long have we been oppressed by racism that we no longer remember the love for our country or the passion of being a Malaysian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;In the spirit of our 53rd Independence Day, let us step up to the challenge and say no to racism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I am a Malaysian. I believe you are one, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div id="c" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Again, I'm not Malaysian, but somehow, this article makes me feel like I am a part of Malaysia. I guess I can relate myself to this as we, Indonesian Chinese, had been experiencing similar races-related stuffs for a long time as well. If you remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Indonesian_riots_of_May_1998"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;the riots in Jakarta in May 1998&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, yes, it did gives the Chinese deep scars that may never be healed. Honestly, I am scarred too. You may say I was still very young when it happened (I was in Primary 6 that time, 11.5 y.o), but trust me when I said I was feeling freaking scared that I could not sleep well, that I packed my clothes and kept it close to me so if anything happened we (my parents and I) could escape right away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;For those who have never experienced such things, I guess it's hard to imagine. You have no idea how it felt seeing my parents packed our important documents, our fathers did rotating shifts to watch over our housing complex to make sure the mass didn't manage to go into our complex. Although my living area (it can be called a 'city' in a city) was pretty much safe and there was nothing harmful happened, it was terrible. I couldn't go to my best friend's house which is just 5 blocks away from mine (same housing complex) without my mom feeling worried and kept on telling me to be careful and not to stay till late, to had our schools closed due to safety reasons (and it happened to be the time for our National Final Exam. Talk about the right timing). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Watching news on TV was a painful experience as we could see the conditions on the streets where riots happened, people throwing stones on houses and buildings, people raiding stuffs from shops and offices, polices and armies everywhere to control the masses, cars, houses and buildings being burned down (Thank God no raping scenes were shown). It was scary. Plain scary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And with the scary news of Chinese women being raped all around, it didn't make it any better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;After it had started to cool down, my parents and I, together with 2 cousin sisters of mine, went for a ride around the city to see how it looked like. The city was demolished. Not to say demolished as if we were on a war or something, but it was really sad to see burnt buildings and houses, shattered glasses, and pieces of anything and everything on the road. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;That, my friends, was what make me a racist now. Frankly speaking, I did not know that I was a Chinese until the riots happened. What a big influence it had on me, ay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I don't really see the point of being extremely rude to certain races. I have made friends from diverse race and religion backgrounds, be it Malay, Indian, Chinese, African, Muslim, Buddhist, Christian, you name it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I am actually a person who gets along easily, but I do admit that sometimes I am racist to certain extend. Like what the above article has said, everyone is racist to a certain extend. It's inside us subconsciously, whether we like it or not.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Indonesian Chinese used to suffer in silence a long time ago, where we were not allowed to celebrate Chinese New Year (OMG!!!!), not allowed to learn Chinese (and that what makes people rolling eyes when we said we could not speak Chinese. Like "Duh, you are Chinese yet you can't speak Chinese?". This is also one of the things that encouraged me to learn Chinese more), and many other things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;After Soeharto was down and a few years after that, it started to get better. We could celebrate Chinese New Year (and it was finally marked as public holiday), we are allowed to learn Chinese (heck, most schools - especially international schools- even include Mandarin in their main curriculum now! If only I had it when I was still in school), we could speak our mind out, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;After all that has happened, will you blame me if I say I'm not that proud of being an Indonesian? Can I just say that I am an IBC (Indonesian-Born Chinese)? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Will us, the IBC, will be able to heal ourselves from the deep and rough scar within us? When can we achieve a united Indonesia? Where everyone lives in harmony...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="c" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&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/17848885-8209647712219646920?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/8209647712219646920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=8209647712219646920&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/8209647712219646920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/8209647712219646920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2010/09/of-multiracial-issue.html' title='Of Multiracial Issue'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-8898042673928891669</id><published>2010-08-30T22:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:54:05.819+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Of working in advertising agency</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A lot of people think that working in advertising agency is cool, is fun, is......*fill in the blanks*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which is kinda true, at times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, let me tell you the how working in an agency is like, specifically, in Account Service department.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, agency is a really really tough environment. It is NOT as glamorous as you might think it would be. But one thing, it is fun. Really. Although it's hard and tiring, it's fun, and I don't know why, but from 3 agencies I've had worked with previously, I always find the people interesting and really fun to be with, which is good, as you need fun people and environment to release the work stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, working hour. Yes, agencies do have official working hour like other companies. Usually it will be 8-9 hours per day. But, believe me, it won't happen. Wait, it does happened, once in awhile. Most of the time, you will be working around the clock, sometimes until wee hours in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that everyone who works in an agency will have to work around the clock. There's exception for those in Administration or Finance departments, and sometimes Marketing. But for Account Service and Creative team? Forget it. I literally had almost no social life when I was still working in agencies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Client Servicing team is the punching bag in an agency. You got scolded from North East South West Up Down. Superior, Creatives, Clients,....you could get scolded/shouted at by them. Maybe mostly are from clients. Most clients are nasty, if you asked me. I'm not saying that there are no nice clients out there. There are! And I've experienced a few of them. But some are just plain nasty. How nasty you asked? Well, sometimes they expect too much from us and pay peanuts, did way too many revisions, couldn't make up their mind, and what pisses me off at times is when they keep on rushing us for artworks and they keep on saying "It's urgent! It's urgent!"  and after we had rushed the artworks and finally sent them, they took their sweet time to give approval, and on some rare occasions, they keep it on hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought you said it's urgent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people think Accounts team's work is nice. We got to meet lots of different people from both small and big companies. Well, what I can say is if you've never worked in an advertising agency before, you will never know how it feels like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But please don't be afraid of working at agencies just because I'm saying this, alright? This is just my personal views and opinions. Of course there are advantages of working in an agency, such as: you got to network with lots of people which will be useful in the future, you learned how to deliver excellent service for client, how to keep on smiling (or putting a fake smile) although you are hella pissed off (including when you are talking on the phone), how to think and solve problems quickly, how to deal and communicate with people from diverse backgrounds and levels, etc. These are just some of them, which can be applied to any job in any industries out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were times I regretted of studying Mass Comm, there were times I felt like creating a voodoo doll of my client, there were times I threw out the F words cos of depression, there were times I felt happy from the satisfaction of completing a project and saw the smile or big grin on client's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good and bad, working in agencies played a role in shaping me to who I am today, until I (and my last Account Manager) realized that I am just not that suitable to work in an advertising agency :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to move to the next step and hopefully I will be able to land on something I'm really good at soon :)&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/17848885-8898042673928891669?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/8898042673928891669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=8898042673928891669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/8898042673928891669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/8898042673928891669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2010/08/of-working-in-advertising-agency.html' title='Of working in advertising agency'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-4545557185422897669</id><published>2010-08-27T16:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T17:51:55.225+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mo Yung'/><title type='text'>Men do love teddy bears too!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;One interesting article I stumbled upon on this one fine Friday in the office :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Men may travel light, but some pack teddy bears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;a href="http://edition.cnn.com/"&gt;The Frisky&lt;/a&gt;) -- A recent study by British hotel chain &lt;a href="http://www.travelodge.co.uk/press_releases/press_release.php?id=393" target="new"&gt;Travelodge&lt;/a&gt; has found that 25 percent of men take teddy bears on the road with them when they travel for business. These men report that their stuffed animals remind them of home and the significant others they have to leave behind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a shocking survey to many, who believe that grown men shouldn't tote around stuffed animals, as it betrays certain masculine gender rules. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one, men snuggle as a means to an end. Men snuggle in order to procure sex, or as payment for services rendered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are also encouraged to put away childish things more than women or, at least, their toys aren't supposed to look like toys. Women are rewarded for holding on to the innocence of youth, which comes in handy when raising a child. This is all completely ridiculous, of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to stuffed animals, the only difference between women and men is that women keep their dolls on their bed, and men keep them under the bed, or in my case, in a box in the back of my closet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have my favorite stuffed animal from when I was a wee little lad, a tattered, well-loved doll-version of Grover from "Sesame Street." (I always thought of him as the drunk, anorexic cousin of Cookie Monster.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've dragged this toy around with me everywhere I've lived. I'm not ashamed of this fact. That I own a stuffed animal doesn't reduce the lethality of my karate death chop, or the enthusiasm with which I consume beer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grover is my original gangster, my last line of defense against bogeymen and bogeywomen, a powerful totem vibrating with powerful mojo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I don't travel with Grover, I applaud these men who carry their stuffed animals with them on their travels. These guys risk public ridicule whenever their baggage is searched. They are committed to these sentimental tethers to their home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I understand the basic manly guy reaction to this survey: Men don't play with frou-frou toys. But most guys I know who won't admit to having a stuffed animal have a desk adorned with action figures, which are just dolls with muscles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they don't own a Wolverine figure, then at the very least they have some kind of lucky charm. Dudes are a superstitious lot. We keep and hold on to objects that make us feel secure.&lt;br /&gt;I've known plenty of men with lucky crosses, coins, and stones. I have a friend who has a lucky 10-sided Dungeons &amp;amp; Dragons die. He had it in his pocket once during a car accident and he swears it saved his life. Unfortunately, it doesn't help him at poker. (Like, ever.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me a professional baseball player, and I'll show you a million-dollar paranoid guy with a locker full of magical trinkets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to Grover, I also have various good luck charms. I have an actual cobra preserved in a bottle of rice wine a friend of mine brought back from Vietnam for me. I have multiple Edgar Allan Poe action figures, as I do love that emo-goth basket case. I also have a plastic hippo and a plastic Virgin Mary that my mother gave me when I was about to go to college. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is, my personal version of "Toy Story" would be so much more awesome than the current one. C'mon, think about it. Whenever I leave my apartment, a dead snake, a drunken poet, a Muppet and the most dangerous land animal in Africa come alive and have adventures! I'd buy all the tickets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagine there are also women out there who would judge a guy for having a teddy bear. Which I sort of get, but there are more obvious signs than a stuffed toy that your new boyfriend is wearing a sagging pair of emotional diapers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does he pout? Does he refuse to share his desert?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;gender stereotypes wouldn't be stereotypes unless both genders conspire to maintain the status quo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women want a sensitive guy, but they also want lumberjacks who can cut down trees with their foreheads. But to those women who cringe at the thought that their man might be packing a Cabbage Patch Doll in his suitcase, isn't it better they share their hotel room with a Beanie Baby rather than another woman?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I wrote, however, I don't travel with Grover. That blue, fuzzy monster stays packed away. He's nothing more than a reminder that once I was knee-high. That I built forts out of couch cushions. A time when clouds made shapes expressly for my amusement and chicken nuggets were Turkish Delights, those otherworldly treats that were so delicious a brother betrayed his siblings in "The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the odd occasion that I pull Grover from his internment, it's as if I can hold him up to my ear like a seashell and hear the roar of the past. The sounds of little feet running down carpeted stairs, and laser gun fire, and hilarious belches. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 130%;"&gt;It's difficult to judge how far one has traveled without remembering where one began the journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefrisky.com/" target="_blank"&gt;TM &amp;amp; © 2010 TMV, Inc.&lt;/a&gt; | All Rights Reserved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In case you are lazy to read, below are the story highlights:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. 25 percent of men take teddy bears on the road with them when they travel for business&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Men who keep stuffed animals aren't afraid to show their sensitive side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. And man who travels with a teddy probably won't cheat on his significant other&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;Soooo, what do you think? Personally, I don't think that men who keeps and brings his stuffed toy along is not masculine/gay/ridiculous/whatever you may think it is. Everyone deserves to have at least 1 childhood possesion/ Heck, at the age of 23 (gonna be 24 in 3 months T_T) now, I still have lots of possesions from childhood years and I love them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-4545557185422897669?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/4545557185422897669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=4545557185422897669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/4545557185422897669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/4545557185422897669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2010/08/men-do-love-teddy-bears-too.html' title='Men do love teddy bears too!'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-4903307366512636320</id><published>2010-08-09T23:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:55:25.532+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><title type='text'>NDP 2010</title><content type='html'>Before the day ends, Happy 45th Birthday Singapore! :)&lt;div&gt;How I hope the long weekend can be extend until tomorrow or perhaps the day after tomorrow? Lol. Dream on! :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-4903307366512636320?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/4903307366512636320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=4903307366512636320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/4903307366512636320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/4903307366512636320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2010/08/ndp-2010.html' title='NDP 2010'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-7098560694369320296</id><published>2010-08-09T23:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:57:15.491+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Reminder for self</title><content type='html'>When life gets you down, stand back up, fight on, and SMILE! :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is not always sweet and easy. Be positive and there will always be sunshine after the rain, with a beautiful rainbow if you're lucky :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to work really hard to achieve my dreams. Nothing comes easy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't let small things in life get you down! They are just not worth it!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you are feeling worst and suffering, there is always someone out there who are suffering even much more than you do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most important of all, I need to get my old-self back. The me who is always happy and positive, me who is independent and keeps on fighting hard, me who is always optimist :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Always remember that there's no storm in life that stays forever. It will be gone eventually. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Count your blessings! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-7098560694369320296?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/7098560694369320296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=7098560694369320296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/7098560694369320296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/7098560694369320296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2010/08/reminder-for-self.html' title='Reminder for self'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-7185341285394707248</id><published>2010-07-14T20:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:43:50.844+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MochieMie'/><title type='text'>A belated Birthday post for Mochi :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/TD23EmsWS9I/AAAAAAAAEXg/kdSUR3WSPHo/s1600/anub%27s+24th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 372px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/TD23EmsWS9I/AAAAAAAAEXg/kdSUR3WSPHo/s400/anub%27s+24th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493748410195790802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy 24th! Hopefully everything will go smoothly for you :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-7185341285394707248?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/7185341285394707248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=7185341285394707248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/7185341285394707248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/7185341285394707248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2010/07/belated-birthday-post-for-mochi.html' title='A belated Birthday post for Mochi :)'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/TD23EmsWS9I/AAAAAAAAEXg/kdSUR3WSPHo/s72-c/anub%27s+24th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-1039104581583063838</id><published>2010-07-14T20:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:59:07.912+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mo Yung'/><title type='text'>From Urban Dictionary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=amelia"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Amelia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A crazy, awesome, loud, lovable girl. Impossible not to be smiling when around her. She lights up the entire room when she comes in. The bestest friend you will ever have. Sometimes known as Mia or Millie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div class="example" style="font-style: italic; margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Amelia did a crazy dance move that only she can pull off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="example" style="font-style: italic; margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="example" style="font-style: italic; margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;(Noun) A female who is of average height, but seems to be taller because of the large and charismatic attitude with which she goes through life. Capable of being both beautiful and adorable, extremely intelligent and extremely blonde, never values herself accurately, and has the most beautiful sky blue eyes known to mankind. Can usually be found near any large collection of music, and is a fantastic swimmer, is surprisingly strong, and generally extremely ticklish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="example" style="font-style: italic; margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Clueless guy/girl: Who was that gorgeous little minx that walked by?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowledgeable Friend: That's Amelia, and forget about it, she engaged to Tom. And she would still be out of you league if she wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clueless guy/girl: Oh, right. I should have known right away, her looking so awesome and whatnot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="example" style="font-style: italic; margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="example" style="font-style: italic; margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A woman who is loud, obnoxious and rather promiscuous. she watches south park religiously and it has be known to numb her brain, evident by her lack of knowledge. believes she is funny but in actual fact, she is the only person who laughs at her jokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="example" style="font-style: italic; margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Guy 1: did you get far with that girl last nite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 2: all the way, but she kept making really unfunny jokes and laughing at them herself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 1: ha, such an Amelia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="example" style="font-style: italic; margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="example" style="font-style: italic; margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Girl who changed ZeuZbmr. She then procided to molest zeuz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="example" style="font-style: italic; margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ZeuZ cannot stop thinking bout amelia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="example" style="font-style: italic; margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="example" style="font-style: italic; margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="example" style="margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Now can somebody tell me what is the meaning of number 4?? -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="example" style="margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="example" style="margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="example" style="margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=benedict"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Benedict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="example" style="margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;*I left out a description that is totally inappropriate to be posted here -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="example" style="margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="example" style="margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Pronoun: A legendary figure who is the envy of his friends. All the ladies want to be with him, all the men want to be him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;div class="example" style="font-style: italic; margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Dave: Dude, that Benedict is so fuckin' cool, I just want to be him.&lt;br /&gt;Bill: Me too. He gave my mum a spiderman monkeyface donkeypunch combo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="example" style="font-style: italic; margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="example" style="font-style: italic; margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Slang word for a condom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="definition"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;(Deriving, tongue in cheek from Pope Benedict's refusal to accept condom use as part of Catholic Doctrine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="example" style="font-style: italic; margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Hey, Emily - when you are at the gas stand on the way back can be sure to get some Benedict's. I suspect we will have a quiet night in today....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="example" style="font-style: italic; margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="example" style="font-style: italic; margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;probably the cutest pet one can have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="example" style="font-style: italic; margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Females were all on me when they saw me walking my eggs benedict down the street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="example" style="font-style: italic; margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="example" style="font-style: italic; margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;noun: A traitor, a Judas. Also, a sell-out. Named for Benedict Arnold, America's most infamous betrayer (during the American Revolution).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="example" style="font-style: italic; margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Callin' me Arnold, but you a Benedict/ Eazy-E saw your ass and went in it quick." -- from Ice Cube's "No Vaseline"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="example" style="font-style: italic; margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="example" style="font-style: italic; margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;5. (v) to f*** over; to betray; to mislead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="example" style="font-style: italic; margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;That lunatic totally benedicted me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! He should win the Oscar for benedicting us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="example" style="font-style: italic; margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="example" style="font-style: italic; margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;an aussie slang word used mainly by 'stingray' in neighbours which means to be a traitor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="example" style="font-style: italic; margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;you freakin benedict, i oughta kick your ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/17848885-1039104581583063838?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/1039104581583063838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=1039104581583063838&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/1039104581583063838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/1039104581583063838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2010/07/from-urban-dictionary.html' title='From Urban Dictionary'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-5556064345404270074</id><published>2010-06-23T17:50:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:30:07.746+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>2 hours in the lounge.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's precisely an hour to my flight back to the 'Fine' City, and here I am, sitting at the comfy sofa of HSBC Premiere Lounge at Terminal 2 Soekarno-Hatta International Airport. An Airport that, honestly speaking, is still far from the "international standard", if I could say so. An airport which isn't really comfortable, but luckily the lounges help. A lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/TCHcke8k5nI/AAAAAAAAEXQ/dQxq77r5ABI/s1600/IMG_2676+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/TCHcke8k5nI/AAAAAAAAEXQ/dQxq77r5ABI/s400/IMG_2676+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485908340454516338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;And this is when my trusty Baby Mac comes in handy, to transfer pictures from camera at a light speed, and upload them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/TCHckB1c6eI/AAAAAAAAEXI/GQN_nfFxyLk/s1600/IMG_2672+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/TCHckB1c6eI/AAAAAAAAEXI/GQN_nfFxyLk/s400/IMG_2672+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485908332640004578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The family reunion went well, really really well. And all of us were so disappointed that it was over so fast. Three days and two nights wasn't much. In fact, it was really really really short. Reunited with the big family is always a happy and joyful occasion, especially this time, most of the first generation from Hongkong came. Usually there would be just 2 of them. This time we got 5 :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The story will be way too long if I wrote it here. Maybe I'll post the pictures in the next post. Meanwhile, on my last night in this country which I have a love-hate relationship with, I spent it by sitting on the red plushy cinema couch, watching Karate Kid with Jessika. And now that I've watched it, I can say I like it. It's nice, but I'd prefer if Jackie Chan was Mr. Miyagi instead. I grew up watching the complete Karate Kid movies. And yes, I love them :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/TCHeHzvQmbI/AAAAAAAAEXY/YYJahb76sl0/s1600/IMG_2677+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/TCHeHzvQmbI/AAAAAAAAEXY/YYJahb76sl0/s400/IMG_2677+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485910046842853810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sooo gonna miss paying IDR 15,000 for a movie on weekdays. It's only S$2.5!!!!! Geez...and to think that watching movies in Singapore cost at least S$8 on weekdays, and S$10 on weekends. More over, if it's a 3D movie, the price hikes up to S$14!!!!! -__________-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the movie ended at around 11pm, we couldn't resist to not go to the latest McDonald's (which happened to be the 100th McDonald's restaurant in Jakarta) which is located very near to our housing complex. Just stepped out of the complex, cross the street, and there you are at the most stylish McD at the moment (IMO). Very convenient!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/TCHcjGMCK-I/AAAAAAAAEW4/JiysXZ17XVk/s1600/IMG_2669+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/TCHcjGMCK-I/AAAAAAAAEW4/JiysXZ17XVk/s400/IMG_2669+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485908316628593634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best thing is this McD opens for 24 hours. I know McDs in other countries are open for 24 hours 365 days a year. But unfortunately, that doesn't happen to all McDs in Indonesia. But I think most of them are becoming a 24 hours fast food chain now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/TCHcjinSLtI/AAAAAAAAEXA/BlE2yvM17mQ/s1600/IMG_2670+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/TCHcjinSLtI/AAAAAAAAEXA/BlE2yvM17mQ/s400/IMG_2670+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485908324259081938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like the concept. Minimalist and so comfortable. And they have McCafe too! And the 24 hours business hours means there's McBreakfast :)) 5am-11am. Just the perfect timing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Munching on 6 pieces of McNuggets and a pack of Medium french fries for two was good, as we were watching our surrounding and realized that there were a lot of little kids that were still up at an ungodly hour (for them la, of course), and wonder how come their parents still bringing them to McD at this hour. School holiday plays the role, I suppose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all the fun, it's time for us to went home, and I didn't sleep until 5am in the morning, continuing my research on Tea dress price range in Singapore, which is surprisingly, very hard to find! I'm sorry Jessica Darmali (why do I have sooo many friends named Jessica? o.O), I couldn't find much information on that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why but it seems that I have a habit of not being able to sleep the night before I fly somewhere. It's either: 1. I'm too excited for the flight or 2. I haven't finished packing my luggage. Usually it's the latter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A HSBC Lounge staff just asked me what my flight is. Maybe he's thinking why this girl has been sitting here for more than 1.5 hours already and still hasn't board her plane just yet. He's bored of seeing my face I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's time to go into the boarding room now. I seriously don't feel like going back there. My heart still belongs here. I wish I have Doraemon's pinky magic door that could take me anywhere I want to. I'd stay in Jakarta, work in Singapore, and travel to different countries every weekend. Now THAT's a good life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-5556064345404270074?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/5556064345404270074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=5556064345404270074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/5556064345404270074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/5556064345404270074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-precisely-hour-to-my-flight-back-to.html' title='2 hours in the lounge.'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/TCHcke8k5nI/AAAAAAAAEXQ/dQxq77r5ABI/s72-c/IMG_2676+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-4443376890827887862</id><published>2010-06-06T23:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:57:15.304+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>An all-girls' club</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finally I welcomed myself to the club ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/TAvAbhs9lVI/AAAAAAAAEWE/EAvn2uJkxfk/s1600/Thomas+Sabo+Charms+Club.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/TAvAbhs9lVI/AAAAAAAAEWE/EAvn2uJkxfk/s400/Thomas+Sabo+Charms+Club.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479684950762296658" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think not many people know this, but I've been wanting a charm bracelet for so long :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Err...forgotten how did I get my interest on it from, but I always fancy those cute little shiny sparkling charms :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, normally people will start by getting the bracelet, then slowly completing the charms one by one. Mine's the other way around tho -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought a few cute charms, then only I bought the bracelet. Hahahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/TAvAaGz8_OI/AAAAAAAAEVk/SNYgiPgbhO0/s1600/Thomas+Sabo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/TAvAaGz8_OI/AAAAAAAAEVk/SNYgiPgbhO0/s400/Thomas+Sabo+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479684926363991266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/TAvAaTGN_EI/AAAAAAAAEVs/OeorXF65VfU/s1600/Thomas+Sabo+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/TAvAaTGN_EI/AAAAAAAAEVs/OeorXF65VfU/s400/Thomas+Sabo+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479684929661828162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/TAvAayoCD7I/AAAAAAAAEV0/FMBS8BYO-ng/s1600/Thomas+Sabo+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/TAvAayoCD7I/AAAAAAAAEV0/FMBS8BYO-ng/s1600/Thomas+Sabo+3.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/TAvAayoCD7I/AAAAAAAAEV0/FMBS8BYO-ng/s400/Thomas+Sabo+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479684938125152178" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thomas Sabo always has pretty charms which always draw my attention to. But unfortunately, they are a bit pricey :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wait, I shall say, it's really pricey for a piece of charm -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/TAvCAtrK6aI/AAAAAAAAEWk/-CRpmbCPaZw/s400/Thomas+Sabo+Tropical+Holiday.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479686689142794658" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/TAvCAaL3IjI/AAAAAAAAEWc/eZSueCV6dQg/s1600/Thomas+Sabo+Beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/TAvB_t8gY5I/AAAAAAAAEWM/zKbzsV5XVao/s1600/Thomas+Sabo+Aloha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/TAvB_t8gY5I/AAAAAAAAEWM/zKbzsV5XVao/s400/Thomas+Sabo+Aloha.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479686672035636114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/TAvCAaL3IjI/AAAAAAAAEWc/eZSueCV6dQg/s1600/Thomas+Sabo+Beach.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/TAvB_46eqZI/AAAAAAAAEWU/muQ2OO_UaWU/s1600/Thomas+Sabo+Be+My+Baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/TAvB_46eqZI/AAAAAAAAEWU/muQ2OO_UaWU/s400/Thomas+Sabo+Be+My+Baby.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479686674979924370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/TAvCAaL3IjI/AAAAAAAAEWc/eZSueCV6dQg/s1600/Thomas+Sabo+Beach.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/TAvCAaL3IjI/AAAAAAAAEWc/eZSueCV6dQg/s400/Thomas+Sabo+Beach.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479686683911201330" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they are pretty, right right right??? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my charm bracelet as of now. Gonna get (hopefully people will get me charms as well :p) some as the time goes~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/TAvECbcccyI/AAAAAAAAEWs/PihhgaWFNmU/s1600/Thomas+Sabo+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/TAvECbcccyI/AAAAAAAAEWs/PihhgaWFNmU/s400/Thomas+Sabo+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479688917632185122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 116px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;LOL looks childish, eh? Don't care la. I love the cute Disney charms and Gingy from Shrek :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Got them at a very cheap price. S$3.90 each. The Disney ones were bought at Takashimaya, while the Gingerbread man was bought at Universal Studio Singapore ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Err btw, I hope they won't get rusty so soon tho. Cos Cintan also bought the Gingy one and it got "rusty" in 24 hour wth -_____-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Not that I'm kiam siap of not wanting to buy a Thomas Sabo charm or what, it's just that...I feel that S$50+ (some even reach S$150+) for a small charm is not that worth it. Although they are so pretty! But I'm gonna get Thomas Sabo charms as well for sure! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Til then, let's start the journey of completing the charm bracelet! :D&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/17848885-4443376890827887862?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/4443376890827887862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=4443376890827887862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/4443376890827887862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/4443376890827887862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2010/06/all-girls-club.html' title='An all-girls&apos; club'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/TAvAbhs9lVI/AAAAAAAAEWE/EAvn2uJkxfk/s72-c/Thomas+Sabo+Charms+Club.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-8301354689272754687</id><published>2010-05-25T00:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:30:07.798+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Shock of the day</title><content type='html'>S$91.92.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mobile phone bill for this month...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*gasp*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;496mins and 55sec of local calls (I'm supposed to get 100mins of free local calls each month..but this month I over-used it by a lot -______-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;argh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-8301354689272754687?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/8301354689272754687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=8301354689272754687&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/8301354689272754687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/8301354689272754687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2010/05/shock-of-day.html' title='Shock of the day'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-8824266319479833514</id><published>2010-05-21T01:29:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:15:09.512+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bo Liao'/><title type='text'>25 Random Things About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is what bo liao people do in her free time. Oh well, I'm supposed to hit the bed, but my hands are just itchy to type. Pardon me -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so here goes, 25 random things about me that most people probably didn't know:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. I have a lot of nicknames, and I mean A LOT! I have no idea why people keep on coming up with one nickname after another for me -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I wish blogging can be my full time job, just like &lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com/"&gt;Xiaxue&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://cheeserland.com/"&gt;Cheesie&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am very particular about cleanliness and hygiene, but I'm not having OCD, though.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S_V95N9Rn9I/AAAAAAAAEUs/FelqEuuBBH0/s400/wash+hands.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473419344091389906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am a shoes freak, and I have around 30 pairs of shoes by now, which by some people would be considered not THAT many, but I'm having budget constraint now, so I have to resist on splurging :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I used to learn violin for about a year, and I feel like learning again now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I take pictures of every single weird and unusual thing (for me lah) I saw. Friends who know me well and hang out with me often will know that I have this habit in taking pictures of every single freaking weird/unusual/funny/cute/beautiful/ugly/magical thing I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I don't like durian. But I like processed durian-related food, like durian pancake, durian sticky cake, durian pudding, and durian ice cream. Btw, there's a yummy durian pudding at Kowloon Dessert in People's Park Centre's food court ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S_V-ULdSE2I/AAAAAAAAEU0/XsL75GkO4rI/s400/DSC00279.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473419807276798818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SUPER YUMMY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. I love writing but I hate my Journalism class back in uni (Thank God it was only Elective) that I made up 2 out of 3 news that we had to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I am studying to be a wedding planner. It has been going on since April, and will go all the way till January 2011. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S_V_84Nx5AI/AAAAAAAAEVc/dMVySUa04OY/s1600/wedding+planner+cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S_V_84Nx5AI/AAAAAAAAEVc/dMVySUa04OY/s400/wedding+planner+cartoon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473421605997765634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I used to have 2 cats, in which both died tragically :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I collect Google holiday logos, or those special events' logos. Mochi helps me to save them just in case I forgot or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S_V-nQSsLKI/AAAAAAAAEU8/p8kaxGDh5Gk/s400/tchaikovsky10-hp.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473420134992063650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 138px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S_V-nr7_VwI/AAAAAAAAEVE/DmENHphwrUo/s400/vivaldi10-hp.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473420142413043458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 119px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I am a green tea freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I secretly want to be a Travel channel presenter or a writer for Travel magazine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S_V-9EraImI/AAAAAAAAEVM/Ft1mv65x6T8/s400/discovery+travel+%26+living+logo.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473420509831635554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I regret of not prolonging my study in China. I miss Beijing tremendously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I have a love-hate relationship with my home country. I really really hate the pollution, the freaking traffic jams, the omgsohigh level of crimes, and the inconvenient public transport, but I heart the ever so yummy food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. The only thing that will make me go back to Indonesia are my parents, and the fact that there are yummy yummy food there ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. I used to have a diary until I was err...15 I think  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. I am racist. Under certain circumstances. I'm sorry but I just can't help it :(  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. And I think it's because of the riots that happened in my home country 12 years back. Go Google if you have no idea about it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. I don't and never smoke, and I hate people who smoke right on my face. Thanks, but I wanna live my life without any holes in my lungs, thank you very much :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S_V_YFfmO5I/AAAAAAAAEVU/8YfUIIARhEo/s400/no+smoking+sign.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473420973907000210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. I am a big fan of Disney. Disney World is heaven on earth, for me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S_V8-kRbdmI/AAAAAAAAEUk/g4VDwClN8XM/s400/walt+disney+world.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473418336469218914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. I want to learn how to do voice-over, and hope that I can do voice-over for some Disney cartoon someday ;)  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. I used to love Sailor Moon to the point that I had a Sailor Moon costume (tailor-made wei, don't play play), complete with the magic sticks, the personality-changing pen (erm..that pink pen with red gemstone on the top), the barbie, the big toy house, and the figurines. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S_V8BDQ2dQI/AAAAAAAAEUc/Wr1QRRx9Msw/s400/sailormoon+toys.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473417279636403458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Photo taken from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.plutomoment.com/toys/moontoys/Season1/sailormoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got that moon stick on the far right, and the pink pen beside it. Lol ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I need was a pair of pink boots, long white gloves, tied my hair into two buns (eh I also did this before!) and jengjengjengggg...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S_V69HrEGbI/AAAAAAAAEUU/UaZmGOJKSNk/s400/sailor+moon+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473416112588986802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I am Sailor Moon, the champion of justice. In the name of the moon, I will right wrong and triumph over evil...and that means you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I used to have long hair that touches my waist, and fringe that went all the way til my chest.&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/17848885-8824266319479833514?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/8824266319479833514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=8824266319479833514&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/8824266319479833514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/8824266319479833514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2010/05/25-random-things-about-me.html' title='25 Random Things About Me'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S_V95N9Rn9I/AAAAAAAAEUs/FelqEuuBBH0/s72-c/wash+hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-3525228720114778052</id><published>2010-05-08T09:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:28:35.901+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='S*** Happens'/><title type='text'>Arrggghhh why is it so hotttttttttttttt</title><content type='html'>Ok, this heat thingy is starting to get on my nerves. So there's a problem with the aircond in my room. The wind blowing out of it is omgsoveryWARM!! :(((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, owner's aircond is also having the same problem. So I guess it's time for maintenance. BUT, the guy who always do the aircond maintenance is back in his hometown in Saigon now. So we'll have to wait for awhile before he can come and fix them T_______T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting tired of sweating every day IN the room, and having my freshly-washed hair damped of sweat..haizz T________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-3525228720114778052?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/3525228720114778052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=3525228720114778052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/3525228720114778052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/3525228720114778052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2010/05/arrggghhh-why-is-it-so-hotttttttttttttt.html' title='Arrggghhh why is it so hotttttttttttttt'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-8394841864576931346</id><published>2010-04-29T02:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:30:07.806+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I wanted to blog...</title><content type='html'>Really! But I've been so busy this past week I barely had time for myself. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starting from early April - Dania came with her parents. After 5 days, I could rest for a few days, then comes Arya, my cousin. I just accompany him for a day only tho. Then on the night I accompanied him, Lisan landed at Changi. And of course, for the next 3 days, I was fully-booked for her. From morning to night. On the day she was supposed to leave for Jakarta (last Sunday), she missed her flight!! Walaoooo..So she had to stay for another night and flew by the next flight the next morning. And on that same Sunday, Dania came here again for her father's second check up. And of course, for the next 3 days I was fully-booked for her, from morning to late at night.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course I was really happy to have friends and cousin here :D :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I was dead tired (esp. last Friday. After I've reached home and bath, I straight away flew to the Dreamland right after my head hit the pillow. Yes, I was THAT tired. LOL). Nevertheless, it was all FUN FUN FUN :D :D :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, I am having flu :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get well soon please....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH, on another note: I accidentally dropped my Blackberry at the toilet bowl at Dania's hotel room!! Damn!!! Luckily I had finished my small business and I had flushed away!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But my beloved Berry is dead now T_______T I hope I still can save it..Otherwise, I will have to buy a new one..haizzz T3T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel lost without my Berry now..it's been 2 days...&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/17848885-8394841864576931346?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/8394841864576931346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=8394841864576931346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/8394841864576931346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/8394841864576931346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-wanted-to-blog.html' title='I wanted to blog...'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-7785678261204533658</id><published>2010-04-19T11:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:30:07.776+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Of Feminism and Equality of Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Morning! Today's topic might be a little heavier than my usual crappy nonsense. Here we go!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Feminism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one word has been a talk-about ever since God knows when. Lots of things can be discussed when the word came out as a topic. It kinda reminded me on my college time when we had to write a paper on the relationship between movies and feminism/gender.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Equality between men and women has been a topic for so long. Women have been fighting for their equality since a long long long time ago. In this case, I'd like to relate this with Indonesian women, specifically. Simply because I am an Indonesian myself, and I know how hard it is for us, women, in our own country, where LOTS of the people still have the stereotype of "Men is on a higher level than woman. Women must obey every word men said. Women have to stay at home and do household chores rather than working outside". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kinda sad, huh? I mean, in this modern era, women have the rights to be treated equally, right ladies?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fortunately, nowadays there are more and more people who understand women's right of wanting to be treated equally as men. All thanks to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kartini"&gt;Kartini&lt;/a&gt;! If not for her, maybe we would still be staying at home, clean the house, cook dinner, wait for our husband to come home from work, AND *the most important thing to be highlighted* not able to go to school and study! Imagine how stupid we would have been! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kartini"&gt;Kartini&lt;/a&gt;'s Day is 2 days away. If you happen to not knowing who she is, click on the link! She was the pioneer in the area of woman's right for native Indonesians :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, a friend of mine, who happened to be my ex-colleague at DT, is one person I know who always saying about women's equality. Here's an article she wrote. Very interesting. It's in Indonesian btw, too long for me to translate. Sorry :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Perempuan, Pencitraan diri, dan Kartini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sudah lama rasanya sejak gw enggak menulis sesuatu yang benar-benar menjadi “kegelisahan” gw. Satu hal yang gw inget dalam ilmu sastra, karya sastra berasal dari kegelisahan sang penulis. Humh, walaupun yang akan gw tulis sekarang bukanlah karya sastra, tapi semoga sedikit banyak dapat memberi perenungan atau jeda, buat kita semua untuk sedikit saja ingat tentang isu kesetaraan gender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Perempuan Feminist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa waktu yang lalu, dalam perjalanan pulang dari sebuah arisan tiba-tiba sahabat laki-laki gw bilang” gw gak mau ya kalo lo jadi Feminist,” katanya. Saat itu gw cuma senyum, sambil bilang “ definisi feminist di mata lo memang apa sih, sampe2 sepertinya elo sangat khawatir kalau gw menjadi seorang feminist?” Sahabat gw itu cuma bilang, “menurut gw biar bagaimanapun seorang laki-laki harus tetap memimpin”. Gw cuma membalas dengan senyuman dan tidak melanjutkan pembicaraan karena gw sadar jika saat itu gw melanjutkan maka pembicaraan akan berkembang sangat jauh dan panjang. “bukan, saatnya untuk membahas ini sekarang” kataku dalam hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Perempuan dan Laki-Laki yang Memberikan Inspirasi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw sangat bersyukur karena sepanjang pengalaman gw bekerja, gw enggak pernah didiskriminasikan secara gender. Mulai dari pengalaman gw sebagai pengajar bahasa, guru TK, penulis, copywriter, wartawan, sampe Account Executive, semua lingkungan gw berada adalah lingkungan yang menghargai kesetaraan gender.&lt;br /&gt;Ya, bukan samasekali enggak ada, waktu menjalani pekerjaan sebagai wartawan harian ekonomi, di tengah2 sekumpulan para wartawan laki-laki mungkin ada sedikit “ under estimate” atas kemampuan meliput ke lokasi yang jauh dan banyak karena dianggap energi gw gak sebanyak anak laki-laki atau juga beberapa “joke” yang sedikit meragukan kemampuan perempuan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di lingkungan gw bekerja saat ini, kesetaraan gender jelas sangat terasa. Selain pemimpin dari agency gw adalah seorang perempuan yang sangat smart dan pekerja keras, di luar itu, orang-orang di Agency tempat gw bekerja memang tidak pernah melakukan isu2 yang menurut gw meng—under estimate kemampuan salah satu gender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di tempat gw bekerja sekarang ini, gw melihat perempuan-perempuan tangguh yang sukses menjalankan peran sebagai perempuan pekerja sekaligus perempuan sebagai ibu rumah tangga. Tentu saja kesuksesan mereka tidak akan terjadi jika mereka tidak didukung oleh laki-laki yang supportive di belakang mereka. Suami-suami pengertian yang mendukung sepenuh hati. Sampai sekarang, gw masih berdecak kagum jika ingat account director gw yang senang bekerja lembur di kantor, dan tidak jarang, sang suami menemaninya hingga account director ini selesai menyelesaikan deck2-nya. Wow, mereka bahkan bukan pasangan pacaran lagi, tapi dukungan dan pengertian yang diberikan suami si AD gw ini menurut gw sangat luar biasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Perempuan dan Pencitraan Diri&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setiap hari , manusia bermain dengan pencitraan diri. Apalagi dengan fenomena Facebook, 2 tahun belakangan ini, pencitraan diri kini dapat dibentuk dan dipublikasikan melalui status facebook, profile information, profile picture, dll. Ada yang ingin mencitrakan dirinya sebagai seorang yang smart, seorang yang super sibuk, seorang yang update dan ga pernah ketinggalan, seorang yang peduli isu2 sosial, dll.&lt;br /&gt;Tentu saja, menurut gw setiap orang ingin mencitrakan diri mereka sebagai seorang yang positif. Setiap hari ratusan bahkan ribuan orang “jualan citra diri” melalui facebook, twitter, dan akun2 jejaring social lainnya. Sebagain besar memberikan kejujuran dan sebagian lainnya mungkin hanya memberikan pencitraan tanpa kebenaran di dalamnya. Gw enggak bilang ini baik atau buruk, tapi memang punya dampak baik dan buruk sekaligus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berbicara tentang citra, baru2 ini seorang teman bilang gini ke gw: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temen gw: “Genih, lo diem2 menghanyutkan ya”&lt;br /&gt;Gw  : “Maksudnya?”&lt;br /&gt;Temen gw: “iya, diem2 lo agresip pake P”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humh, jujur pas gw baca BBM dia itu, gw agak shock. Gw ngerasa sebagai perempuan, pencitraan diri sebagai perempuan agresif berkonotasi negative. Dan temen gw melanjutkan perkataannya,&lt;br /&gt;“Ur a kind of woman who knows that gender isn’t the main problem when U have interest to ur opposite sex”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw kembali mencerna kata2 temen gw satu ini. Sebenernya statement dia enggak sepenuhnya benar, tapi enggak sepenuhnya salah juga.&lt;br /&gt;Gw justru paling enggak bisa mengekspresikan rasa suka sm seseorang yang gw betul2 gw suka. Boro2 bisa ekspresiin, I even could not do eyes contact. Biasanya gw malah akan menghindar kalo ketemu org yg gw suka. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tapi gw sadar, pelan2 hal ini udah sedikit berubah. Gw inget banget sm perkataan dosen gw pas kuliah dulu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;“Ini perempuan2 zaman sekarang jangan terkena syndrome Cinderella Complex! Cuma duduk diam dan berharap Pangeran tampan datang menjemput. Ayo bekerja, ayo aktif di ruang publik, ayo berkarya, ayo bergaul! Pick and find your “Prince Charming!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humh, jadi, gw pikir, adjektiva Agresif bukan hanya milik dan cocok untuk sex laki-laki. Perempuan juga berhak mengekspresikan perasaannya. Bilang suka atau tidak suka dengan lantang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stereotipe tidak hanya dialami oleh perempuan tapi juga laki-laki. Misalnya, perempuan pulang malam= nakal, laki-laki pulang malam= pekerja keras. Perempuan menangis= wajar, laki-laki menangis= lemah.&lt;br /&gt;Manusia seolah dikotak2an dengan citra sesuai gendernya. Padahal, setiap laki-laki dan perempuan punya sisi masculine dan feminine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Perempuan dan Virginity&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masih berhubungan dengan pencitraan, dan gw minta maaf sebelumnya sudah membicarakan hal ini di situs ini—yaitu masalah virginity atau keperawanan—laki-laki maupun perempuan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari dulu, orang tua atau ibu kita sering berbicara: “Jaga keperawananmu baik-baik Nak, jaga baik2 sampai pada waktu yang sudah Halal di mata Tuhan”—atau nasehat2 sejenis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa disadari, para orang tua kebanyakan memberikan nasehat ini pada anak perempuan, dan menurut gw jarang diberikan pada anak laki-laki. Padahal, menurut gw hal ini penting untuk diberikan pada anak perempuan maupun laki-laki.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humh, menurut gw, menjaga virginity hingga ke level pernikahan adalah sangat penting. Bukan hanya demi agama atau takut dosa karena Tuhan tidak melarang kita tanpa alasan. Tentu yang Maha Indah dan Bijakasana di atas sana melarang kita karena demi kebaikan kita. Bagi gw pribadi, hal ini sangat prinsipil dan gw akan menjaga ini karena akan membantu kita semua dari hal2 yang lebih buruk seperti penyakit menular, kehamilan tidak diinginkan, dan lain-lain. Tapi gw menghargai keputusan orang lain yang tidak sama dengan gw. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw jd inget pernah membaca salah satu rubric konsultasi psikologi di sebuah majalah, ada seorang perempuan bercerita bahwa ia diberikan talak oleh suaminya karena dinyatakan tidak perawan. Gw gak bisa membayangkan perasaan si perempuan ini. Eksistensi perempuan disamakan dengan keperawanan, padahal tidak ada yang menjamin si suami juga masih virgin. Jadi, nasehat orang tua zaman sekarang sepertinya tidak hanya untuk menjaga keperawanan untuk anak laki-laki dan perempuannya, tapi juga untuk tidak memandang eksistensi seseorang dari keperawanan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Selamat Hari Kartini!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feminisme adalah sebuah ideologi atau pemikiran yang menginginkan adanya kesetaraan hak antara perempuan dan laki-laki.&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, jangan khawatir ya Ikhwan Aryandi , seorang feminist bukan ingin mendominasi peran laki-laki dan ingin ada di atas laki-laki. Seorang feminist bukan berarti tidak mau masak dan menyediakan segala keperluan bagi pasangannya, seorang feminist bukan berarti tidak membutuhkan bantuan laki-laki.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi yang terpenting, adanya kesetaraan hak. Bukan berarti laki-laki “haram” masak dan menyediakan keperluan untuk istrinya, bukan berarti laki-laki tidak boleh meminta bantuan kepada perempuan untuk hal-hal yang masculine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dampak negative budaya patriarki dan stereotype gender dialami tidak hanya oleh perempuan, juga laki-laki. Gw pernah mendengar sebuah kasus di sebuah LSM yang gw ikuti, bahwa ada seorang laki-laki yang terkena PHK, tapi dia berbohong pada keluarganya. Setiap hari laki-laki ini berangkat kerja seolah-olah tidak di-PHK. Dia mengaku sebagai laki-laki dia punya beban lebih tinggi sebagai pencari nafkah. Dia takut akan direndahkan dan kehilangan control atas istri dan keluarganya jika tahu sang pemimpin keluarga tidak punya pekerjaan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari sekian banyak pilihan dalam hidup, yang paling penting untuk dilakukan pasangan adalah untuk berkompromi dan saling menghargai keputusan masing-masing. Sebagai contoh, seorang perempuan yang memutuskan untuk menjadi ibu rumah tangga harus dengan kesadaran penuh melakukan keputusan ini, tanpa tekanan dari pasangannya. Ibu rumah tangga juga harus dihargai sebagai sebuah profesi dan mendapatkan penghargaan tinggi, sama seperti profesi lainnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketimpangan gender mungkin tidak terlalu terasa di kota-kota besar, yang masih terasa di kota besar hanyalah bias gender. Tapi, jika kita mau melihat ke daerah-daerah urban atau ke pedesaan, ketidaksetaraan gender masih sangat terasa. Terutama dalam hak-hak pendidikan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw selalu punya rasa ingin tahu yang besar tentang isu gender yang terjadi di belahan dunia lain. Gw punya teman yang tinggal di Belanda, abs2an gw tanya tentang hak dan peran laki-laki dan perempuan di sana. Begitu juga dengan seorang teman yang pernah tinggal lama di Malaysia, Amerika, atau India. Jawabannya, Asia masih punya kecendrungan yang lebih tinggi dalam ketidaksetaraan gender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasus ini dialami di negeri kita sendiri. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ada sebuah keluarga dengan jumlah anak 12. Sang bapak hanya bekerja sebagai buruh pabrik, dan sang ibu sebagai buruh cuci. Hampir sebagian besar anak mereka hanya sekolah sampai SMP. Tiga dari anak-anak mereka bahkan sudah hidup di jalanan sebagai pengamen dan pengemis. Beberapa kali kami dari LSM sudah berusaha memberikan pengarahan agar si ibu menggunakan pil KB dan berhenti mempunyai anak. Ibu ini terus gigih menolak karena dia tidak diizinkan suaminya mengkonsumsi pil KB atau menggunakan alat kontrasepsi. “ suami saya bilang, ini dosa Mbak, dilarang agama.” “Anak ini rejeki dari yang di ATAS, lagian saja juga takut suami saya malah nikah lagi kalo dia dipaksa pake begituan Pak (pengaman), katanya gak enak.”&lt;br /&gt;Merinding saya mendengar jawaban si Ibu ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alangkahnya luar biasanya senangnya saya, jika kita, perempuan dan laki-laki pekerja ibukota yang bisa merasakan nikmatnya kesetaraan gender, mau sedikit saja melirik dan melakukan sesuatu pada mereka yang belum bisa merasakan hal yang sama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahai Kartini,&lt;br /&gt;Perempuan kini berhak memilih dalam Pemilu. Perempuan berhak mempunyai akses kontrasepsi. Perempuan kini berhak untuk bekerja di luar rumah. Perempuan kini dapat menjadi pemimpin politik. Perempuan kini mempunyai hak atas kegiatan ekonomi, transaksi penjualan, dan kepemilikan property.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahai Kartini,&lt;br /&gt;Masih banyak yang harus dilakukan. Membebaskan perempuan dari kekerasan dalam rumah tangga, membebaskan perempuan dari pelecahan seksual, membebaskan perempuan dari tindakan marginalisasi dengan pembenaran agama, membebaskan perempuan dari nilai-nilai adat yang merugikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan hanya demi PEREMPUAN, tapi juga untuk laki-laki dan dunia yang lebih baik.&lt;br /&gt;Demi keadilan, demi kemanusiaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Doakan kami KARTINI!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jakarta, 18 April 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After reading her article, I feel no other than...WOW! Aside from the fact that she does write very well (she was an Indonesian literature student and used to be a newspaper reporter before), I'd say that she has a great mind and she leads! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for your interesting article, Genih, and thanks for your permission for me to share it here as well ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna end this post with a line Genih has always been saying: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;"Hey women, fight for your equality!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-7785678261204533658?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/7785678261204533658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=7785678261204533658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/7785678261204533658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/7785678261204533658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2010/04/of-feminism-and-equality-of-women.html' title='Of Feminism and Equality of Women'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-7956545993486577735</id><published>2010-04-13T14:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:43:14.172+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='S*** Happens'/><title type='text'>Angel and her 24-hour in Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last Friday afternoon, suddenly I got a message from Angel our Tante Kos, saying that she is coming to Singapore that evening. It was a sudden decision tho. Something regarding the rejection of her Special Pass application.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haiz stupid LUCT lah, why never help student wan?! Only want money but never help! Cish!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She wanted to stay at my place just for that ONE night. So I asked my house owner lah. At first she was like, "Ok, but only for tonight". Then I asked her again if my friend (girl) can stay at my place for 4 days next week. Then she said "Nope. Sorry". So I reply her "But you got mentioned in the contract that my girl friends and mum can stay at my place for max. 1 week"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then you know what did she say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I got the right to decide who can stay at my house. This is your last month of stay, so please cooperate, or else I'll take immediate action".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WTH right?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fine! Haiz this kind of people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I asked Angel to asked Juan whether she can stay at her place. Luckily Juan's owner is okay with that. Phew~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, let's move on to the happy things. On the Saturday, we met up at Orchard *Yayyy! Housemates' reunion ^.^* for coffee then went to Changi to accompany Angel buy ticket to go back to Jakarta *long story. She had to let her SIN-KL ticket hangus just like that because her father asked her to just go back to JKT*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohhhh, and another disgusting thing: the JB Immigration staff sucks!!!! There was this particular one who gave his number to Angel and asked her to call him when she was in Singapore because he said he will asked his boss about her passport and entry permit *Because Angel now has a freaking red chop that stated her Special Pass application is rejected, she is actually forbidden to enter Malaysia*.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you know what, that stinky man actually got a motif behind!! He even dare to ask her to stay at his house when she is going back to KL because by the time she reached JB it would have been too late. WTH right?! And he even said something like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Actually you cannot enter Malaysia because you kena rejected already. But if go through my boss, can lah."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you smell something fishy there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya lo! Indirectly he asked her to "service" his boss! WTF!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah anyway, long story la. Lazy to type it all here. Hehehe :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to Changi~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily she still managed to get an Air Asia ticket at a reasonable price, S$117 for one way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S8QKm40BgUI/AAAAAAAAEUE/5Dwe9SI0ouk/s1600/housemates+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S8QKm40BgUI/AAAAAAAAEUE/5Dwe9SI0ouk/s400/housemates+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459500311481778498" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's a short story of Angel's visit to Singapore. Only for 24 hours! Lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully she can settle everything in Jkt so she can go back to KL without any more problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*pray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-7956545993486577735?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/7956545993486577735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=7956545993486577735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/7956545993486577735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/7956545993486577735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2010/04/angel-and-her-24-hour-in-singapore.html' title='Angel and her 24-hour in Singapore'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S8QKm40BgUI/AAAAAAAAEUE/5Dwe9SI0ouk/s72-c/housemates+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-1029539180893390185</id><published>2010-04-13T13:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:54:05.653+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>My last day at the opis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I've finally resign from the company. There were a few reasons why, but I guess I'd better keep it to myself ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, these are the photos from my last day there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Laydees and gentlemen, THIS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S8P_CDD2-LI/AAAAAAAAES8/Jgg2IwKvHqA/s1600/AEs%27+area+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S8P_CDD2-LI/AAAAAAAAES8/Jgg2IwKvHqA/s400/AEs%27+area+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459487583949486258" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;is the AE's area! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;LOL! I got various comments when I post this pic on FB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Wow!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Scary sia!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Why is there someone hunching at the corner?..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Still manage to catch a glimpse of nice lappies =)"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"So cool! Can't see the table anymore!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;LOL I guess it's kinda ...erm...cool yet scary at the same time? Super messy wei!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The table on the front right side was mine. Nehh, the one with a blue bottle and a magazine on the MacBook. The table in front of mine was not occupied. Errm.. can be said that it was our "everything also put there" table :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After work, we all went for my farewell dinner at Newton Circus *nonit to go so far from opis*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But not everyone can make it tho, only the ladies :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S8QEpEOCHnI/AAAAAAAAETk/wLi0Uv83zuw/s1600/IMG_0942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S8QEpEOCHnI/AAAAAAAAETk/wLi0Uv83zuw/s400/IMG_0942.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459493751833632370" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Munching on yummy yummy chicken wings~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S8QFo-NPbfI/AAAAAAAAETs/guJeweZk4LE/s1600/IMG_0944.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S8QFo-NPbfI/AAAAAAAAETs/guJeweZk4LE/s400/IMG_0944.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459494849731325426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gillian, the drink so shiok izzit? Lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S8QHwpvhQ8I/AAAAAAAAET0/nDmm_775ljo/s1600/IMG_0943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S8QHwpvhQ8I/AAAAAAAAET0/nDmm_775ljo/s400/IMG_0943.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459497180700165058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S8QIOs_KTKI/AAAAAAAAET8/me4-S0Hxos0/s1600/IMG_0945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S8QIOs_KTKI/AAAAAAAAET8/me4-S0Hxos0/s400/IMG_0945.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459497696967150754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks for the nice dinner, ladies!! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gonna miss all of you!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-1029539180893390185?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/1029539180893390185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=1029539180893390185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/1029539180893390185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/1029539180893390185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-last-day-at-opis.html' title='My last day at the opis'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S8P_CDD2-LI/AAAAAAAAES8/Jgg2IwKvHqA/s72-c/AEs%27+area+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-2971391727372844580</id><published>2010-04-13T12:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:47:30.354+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mo Yung'/><title type='text'>THIS is my beloved cousin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hi everyone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On this one fine day, let me introduce you to one of my beloved cousin *ahem*...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Behold!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S8P-RGA2_qI/AAAAAAAAES0/qROx0xdnvJM/s400/Mee+autis+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459486742928621218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 398px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cute anot cute anot? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s.: Picture posted with permission :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-2971391727372844580?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/2971391727372844580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=2971391727372844580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/2971391727372844580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/2971391727372844580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-is-my-beloved-cousin.html' title='THIS is my beloved cousin!'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S8P-RGA2_qI/AAAAAAAAES0/qROx0xdnvJM/s72-c/Mee+autis+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-7368610954586517910</id><published>2010-04-11T13:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:57:15.505+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Which destination would you like to go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S8Fdt2zwDII/AAAAAAAAESk/RJIS_LJCV-o/s1600/IMG_9970+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S8Fdt2zwDII/AAAAAAAAESk/RJIS_LJCV-o/s400/IMG_9970+edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458747265737821314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is a journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A long, long journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Making decision on which destination should I go, or which direction should I go, is not easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots of things to be considered, lots of things to be sacrificed, lots of things to be learned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So where are you heading to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-7368610954586517910?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/7368610954586517910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=7368610954586517910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/7368610954586517910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/7368610954586517910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2010/04/which-destination-would-you-like-to-go.html' title='Which destination would you like to go?'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S8Fdt2zwDII/AAAAAAAAESk/RJIS_LJCV-o/s72-c/IMG_9970+edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-5725705427442273337</id><published>2010-04-05T18:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:57:15.357+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Am I going to the right direction?</title><content type='html'>For the first time in 3 weeks, I can actually feel a peace of mind, and I can finish my food :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the last 2 weeks, my Tweeting had been revolving around the F word and the B word. I sounded so stress to the point my friends said I really need refreshing and leave 'it' a.s.a.p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the last 1 week, there are so many things going around in my mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was it that bad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I going to the right direction? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pray for me, fellas :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-5725705427442273337?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/5725705427442273337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=5725705427442273337&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/5725705427442273337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/5725705427442273337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2010/04/am-i-going-to-right-direction.html' title='Am I going to the right direction?'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-434875955644122617</id><published>2010-04-05T15:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:30:07.706+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Easter 2010</title><content type='html'>I think I owed God a lot lot lot for this year's Easter. I failed to go to church on both Easter Triduum and Easter Sunday itself!! &gt;.&lt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forgive me, God...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, The long weekend (Easter holiday!!!) was spent rather fruitful as friends came from Jakarta :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Wednesday night there were Andy, Linny, Jessica, Inky, and Novi (Inky's colleague). They stayed till Sunday, and on Sunday afternoon, Dania and her parents came! :D :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will be occupied with accompanying one of my best girls this week (til Friday). She is here accompanying her parents for medical check up. And since Wednesday will be my last day of work, I'll be able to accompany her til Friday :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and my specialist diploma course has been postponed until next week. Yes, that's right. I am taking a specialist diploma :) Will tell you the major by next week :p *act mischievous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Til then, ciao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Quote of the day: Sometimes, we know we can stay away from the pain, but we realize we lobe those people too much for us to to go away (Anonymous)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 16px;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-434875955644122617?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/434875955644122617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=434875955644122617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/434875955644122617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/434875955644122617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-2010.html' title='Easter 2010'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-7191095507308419604</id><published>2010-04-01T12:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:43:14.164+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Goodbye Cie Gina...</title><content type='html'>They were one of the happiest couple I've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was the kind of woman who will makes you feel at ease when you were beside her.&lt;br /&gt;Her soft-spoken voice, her tenderness, her smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had been wanting an additional member in the family since the day they got married (most couples would've felt this way also, no?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 miscarriages happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the 4th came. I was really happy thinking that this time, it would've worked out and they will have a cute new member in the house soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few days back, I read Esther jie jie's Facebook status that says she and baby Sam (yes, they have named him Sam) were both in a critical condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's this rare virus attacking her red blood cells (rbc). Just pray that both the mom and baby will survive. Only God's miracle will help them to survive now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believed what I see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought them into my prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I was relieved to hear the news that she is getting better and her rbc counts is increasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God has another plan. 2 mornings ago, around 9am when I was at a client's office, Mum sent me the bad news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"RIP Regina Widaja (the wife of Temmy), on 30 March 2010 at 02:52am at PGI Cikini Hospital"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stunned. I was in the state of disbelief. I re-read the sms over and over again to make sure I read it correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears started rolling down my eyes. I tried my best to resist it since I am at client's office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all happened so fast within (around) 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, Lord, why? They deserved great happiness. They had been wanting this baby for so long. And now when it's only 2 months from labour, why did this happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I realized that I could not asked that. God has surely planned all of these, and I am sure He has another great plan for Temmy kor2 and his family after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a short conversation with Yohan on Facebook 2 days ago, I finally knew what actually happened to Gina jie2. Well, not exactly I guess, but more or less, yes. According to him, the main reason why all of these happened is still quite a mystery. Something related to blood. From what I've read on Esther jie2's Facebook, Gina jie2's blood is too thick it caused this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wanted to save baby Sam, but it was impossible since some parts of his body had been damaged due to the medication and radiation treatment received by Gina jie2 during her stay at the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, I am still not really clear about the real cause, but one thing for sure, I am still very sad now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the cremation day. I hope and pray that the big family will be able to stay strong during the whole thing, especially Temmy kor2. I feel really really sad for him. He lost both his lovely wife and baby at once :'((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents went to the .... and Mum said that Gina jie2's picture is really pretty. Yes, she IS pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yohan said that according to Winy jie2, Gina jie2 left this world with a smile on her face. With that, I guess we can be assured that she indeed go to rest in peace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP Cie Gina and Baby Sam. Now you are happy together up there and will be inseparable forever. Please look after Temmy kor2 from there. You are a great woman, one of the kindest I know. I'm sure God has reserved you and baby Sam good places up there in Heaven :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;*Dedicated to Regina Widaja, Temmy Surjantana, and all of them who are left behind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-7191095507308419604?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/7191095507308419604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=7191095507308419604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/7191095507308419604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/7191095507308419604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2010/04/goodbye-cie-gina.html' title='Goodbye Cie Gina...'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-8415347349714856927</id><published>2010-03-31T19:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:54:05.808+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>I've finally thrown in the letter today.</title><content type='html'>Yes, it was a sudden decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I felt quite sad that this doesn't work out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, let's pray and hope that I will get a better and more suitable one while I'm completing my specialist diploma :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-8415347349714856927?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/8415347349714856927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=8415347349714856927&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/8415347349714856927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/8415347349714856927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2010/03/ive-finally-thrown-in-letter-today.html' title='I&apos;ve finally thrown in the letter today.'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-3165485619542797676</id><published>2010-03-12T18:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:28:35.893+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='S*** Happens'/><title type='text'>Of Wound and Stitches</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, yours truly had an accident today &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Wingdings, serif;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She slipped on the bus steps and the wound was big and deep it needed to be stitched &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Wingdings, serif;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Story behind:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;I was about to board the bus from across my house to the MRT station, as usual la, going to work. Then somehow I slipped on the bus steps as I went in and my right leg bumped the steps. At first I thought it was just those normal bump where the result would be those blue-ish bump. So I sat down, and a minute later I saw a small red circle of blood from on my right feet. I was still thinking that it was just a small cut and bleed a little. Unfortunately, I forgotten to bring tissue today and so I need to dig up my wallet for receipt and use it to wipe the blood temporarily.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Then I rushed to 7-11 at Bishan station to buy tissue and wiped the blood which now started to flow like nobody’s business it wets my shoe.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I still boarded the MRT, and after I’ve reached my destination, I sat down for a while and realized that the blood was still flowing happily. In horror, I rushed to the 7-11 there to buy bandages. I went to the toilet, pull up my pants only to see a wound that is quite big in diameter and deep. I thought to myself “Sh*t!! This is serious! And there was this young woman who came up to me and asked “Are you okay? I saw you bleeding just now” and I could see that she was really worried. All I can do was smile and say “I’m okay, it’s okay”. She took out a plaster and offered me, but I kindly refused and told her that I had to go to the hospital instead.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Went to the taxi stand, I asked the man that had been standing there if I could take the taxi first as I needed to go to hospital for first aid. Thank God for a good man &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria;mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria;mso-char-type:symbol; mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Waited for a few minutes, and finally got a cab, and rushed to KK hospital which is just nearby my opis. I told the cab driver to dropped me off at the emergency room but he dropped me at the children’s emergency ward -_- (note that KK is a Women and Children Hospital). So I asked a staff there to lead me the way to the Women’s emergency ward.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;As I sat down in front of the nurse, I pull up my pants, and she looked at my wound in horror “OMG it’s so deep, it may need stitches”. The moment she said that, I swear I was afraid like hell!! I think she saw it on my face then she said “Need to see first la”. So one of the kind nurses there helped me to stop the bleeding and put bandage on it, and she advised me to go to Tan Tock Seng Hospital (which is nearby as well) instead because they will be able to give me a proper medication for this. Not that they can’t do it there, it’s just that they don’t have the specialist for that since they are a Women (specializing in obgyn and I forgot another one) Children’s Hospital.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S5ocuFYPXSI/AAAAAAAAESU/cd4Hy_FiqXY/s1600-h/IMG_0597edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S5ocuFYPXSI/AAAAAAAAESU/cd4Hy_FiqXY/s400/IMG_0597edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447698277301443874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;I decided to go to the opis for a while to tell Jessie that I might need to take an MC today. When she saw my jeans was soaked in blood, she told me to go to Tan Tock Seng that very second and lend me some cash as well since I only had $2 in my wallet. Gillian looked at me and rushed me to go quickly. Lol.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Luckily I managed to get a cab fast enough. Soon I reached the hospital and went to the Emergency ward straight away. Waited for awhile, paid $85 (flat rate for everyone who came into the Emergency ward), then one of the nurse there finally called me and asked me several questions regarding what happened and all those standard questions they asked you when you are going for a check up la basically.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;She sent me for X-ray to see whether I hit my bones. Luckily there was nothing &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family: Cambria;mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I waited again for the consultation, and that’s when Jessie called and asked where I was. Apparently she was already at Tan Tock Seng wanted to accompany me!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria;mso-hansi-font-family: Cambria;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;And she needs to wear a blue paper bracelet. I told her that she looked more like the patient than I do. Lol.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So anyway, the doctor told me that I would need stitches! A couple drop of tears roll down on my eyes automatically. I was afraid la! Cos the thought of being stitched is just…I don’t know…scary la wei! &gt;.&lt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;But I have no other option lo. So not long after that I was admitted to the Operating Theatre and there were 6 (yes, six) NUS Medical students who will be my audience during the stitching process. Lol it was kinda funny actually. I told them and the nurse that I was scared and they said that it will end fast, don’t worry. “We’re here to give you moral support”, one of them said that. Hahaha.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So the nurse gave me a Tetanus jab to prevent infection and the doc explained bla bla bla to the students.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Finally the stitching was about to begin It was fast. 15 minutes. Maybe it could be faster since the doctor was stitching and explaining to the med students.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;The anesthetic &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;stings a little but there was no big deal about it. After that, my wound area was totally numb and I didn’t feel anything accept a slight cold feeling from the alcohol she used when she was cleaning my wound, and a feeling that my skin was being tighten.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;And it’s done!&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S5oct_ly7fI/AAAAAAAAESM/1kKUcUPw7X4/s1600-h/IMG_0595+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S5oct_ly7fI/AAAAAAAAESM/1kKUcUPw7X4/s400/IMG_0595+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447698275747687922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;“You have a smiley face now”, said the doc. LOL&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Cos the stitching was curving like a smile. Hehehe…&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;I got 4 stitches in total, and the thread was in blue color (blue-black)! Cool huh?&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;When the med students were about to leave, they said goodbye and one of them gave me some alcohol wipes, “There’s blood on your shoe. Use this to wipe it”&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So nice! Thanks!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;After that was took the medicine (for pain and gastric [?]) and lunch with Jessie and went home. Phewww~ what a Friday la. I think today is not my lucky day. I realized I couldn’t find my black Swatch and Elmo necklace, and now my leg &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Wingdings, serif;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;But nevertheless, Thank you soooo much Jessie for accompanying me! *hugs* &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family: Cambria;mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Hopefully this will be my first and LAST stitches ever la.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S5ocu9H_2mI/AAAAAAAAESc/aArmJD-kPmI/s1600-h/IMG_0599+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S5ocu9H_2mI/AAAAAAAAESc/aArmJD-kPmI/s400/IMG_0599+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447698292265704034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Wah so long ar the post just for this? Hehehehe…*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-3165485619542797676?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/3165485619542797676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=3165485619542797676&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/3165485619542797676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/3165485619542797676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2010/03/of-wound-and-stitches.html' title='Of Wound and Stitches'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S5ocuFYPXSI/AAAAAAAAESU/cd4Hy_FiqXY/s72-c/IMG_0597edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-5697819132755839297</id><published>2010-02-24T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:30:07.761+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Green tea latte boozes up my morning!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S8FjWHGX_8I/AAAAAAAAESs/vKwDl5Vdn60/s1600/starbucks+table.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S8FjWHGX_8I/AAAAAAAAESs/vKwDl5Vdn60/s400/starbucks+table.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458753454863810498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I'm currently enjoying my last few days of freedom before I am sent to the war zone. Lol...sounds so exaggerating!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So yea, I am still at Jakarta at the moment, trying to enjoy every single minute of my presence here by waking up late, eating all those yummy Indonesian delicacies (ohhhh heaven!), watching the 5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; season of Desperate Housewives (yes I know I'm late for this, but I couldn't manage to watch it when I was still working, ok? Daddy bought me the complete DVDs a few days back and they are just addictive, like usual), snacking and then feeling guilty and telling myself I shouldn't snack but who cares la I'm in Indo and I'm enjoying the yummy things here!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And currently I am the JSX (Jakarta Stock Exchange) building, sitting at the comfy army green chair at Starbucks here enjoying a cup of&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;hot green tea latte, precisely. You might be thinking, how the hell am I doing at Starbucks at JSX early in the morning when I am not even working??&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cos I wanted to go to the Starbucks at One Pacific Place just across the street but the entrance is still closed! Imma meet up with Sonya later at PP for lunch, and I joined mum's car for the ride in the morning, so yea. I have plenty of spare time right now. Gonna spend a good part of it at the bookstore later :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On another note, I've been starting to make a good use of my Twitter account after abandoning it for almost a year! Lol. It's fun actually, and better than Facebook? :p&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It feels good being in the middle of white collar workers here while wearing tee and jeans, doing some photo editing, and knowing that I don’t have to worry about rushing for work after finishing this cup of green heaven, that I don’t have to worry about datelines, and all that jazz. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, I guess I’ve been sitting here quite long enough. I’ll be heading to PP now! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ciao!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-5697819132755839297?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/5697819132755839297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=5697819132755839297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/5697819132755839297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/5697819132755839297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2010/02/green-tea-latte-boozes-up-my-morning.html' title='Green tea latte boozes up my morning!'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S8FjWHGX_8I/AAAAAAAAESs/vKwDl5Vdn60/s72-c/starbucks+table.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-4128352766783856441</id><published>2010-02-14T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:44:34.091+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festive Seasons'/><title type='text'>It's MY year!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S3gNWL2kw7I/AAAAAAAAER8/eQAASBiNuoo/s1600-h/tiger+year.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S3gNWL2kw7I/AAAAAAAAER8/eQAASBiNuoo/s400/tiger+year.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438111224839848882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;新年快乐！&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;恭禧发财！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;万事如意！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;今年是我的年哦！:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;是老虎年！^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-4128352766783856441?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/4128352766783856441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=4128352766783856441&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/4128352766783856441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/4128352766783856441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-my-year.html' title='It&apos;s MY year!!'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S3gNWL2kw7I/AAAAAAAAER8/eQAASBiNuoo/s72-c/tiger+year.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-2881292237081451274</id><published>2010-02-11T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:55:25.503+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><title type='text'>I received the most beautiful phone call ever since I've arrived in this 'Sin City' this morning (almost noon) :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I got the job :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully this will be as great and as fun as Doubletape's :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish me luck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-2881292237081451274?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/2881292237081451274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=2881292237081451274&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/2881292237081451274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/2881292237081451274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-received-most-beautiful-phone-call.html' title='I received the most beautiful phone call ever since I&apos;ve arrived in this &apos;Sin City&apos; this morning (almost noon) :))'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-8654571368988500938</id><published>2010-02-02T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:55:25.542+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><title type='text'>Of my singaporean new room</title><content type='html'>I'm in my new room now! Actually I've moved here yesterday. My new place is still located nearby my cousin's HDB. Errr...okay, not THAT near, but the distance is still walkable la ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house (flat) owner is a young Singaporean woman living with her 2 adorable and cute but sometimes naughty daughters (7 and 5 y.o), and 1 Indo maid. Wahh to be honest, having a maid here really helps. I mean, Singaporeans don't usually have maids ma, and she really helps in cleaning the house so when I go home from work, I dun have to be bothered with cleaning the living room, washing laundry, etc *ok la, not that I have a job already anyway. I hope soon &gt;.&lt;*. To tell you the truth, it feels just like in Indo where most of us have maids at home. It's nice to come back to a clean home after a long day of work. Don't you think so? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be occupying the master bedroom but I'm occupying the common room now because the tenant in the master bedroom will only leaves after her contract ends at 21st February. So in the meantime, I'm staying at this spacious common room. Yes, spacious! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ermm..actually I wanted to do a restaurant review, but I'm lazy to edit the photos right now. Sowieee! Will do it soon! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-8654571368988500938?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/8654571368988500938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=8654571368988500938&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/8654571368988500938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/8654571368988500938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2010/02/of-my-singaporean-new-room.html' title='Of my singaporean new room'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-3163214759367598437</id><published>2010-01-28T10:15:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:55:25.518+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><title type='text'>Harrowwww....I am in Singapore now lah</title><content type='html'>Hi! Long time no see! I am now in Singapore, trying hard to find a job (and a room to rent ATM).&lt;br /&gt;I've just arrived last Saturday. In the meantime, meaning while I'm still unemployed (I really hope this won't last for long &gt;.&lt;), these are some of the things I've done in the past couple of days (and some random pics as well). And since I'm in Singapore, I shall write in Singlish. Hey, when you are in Rome you gotta act like the Romans right?     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A result from shopping with Rani:   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S2EtDqIYRnI/AAAAAAAAEQ8/_mi6Yj57yqg/s1600-h/scratch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S2EtDqIYRnI/AAAAAAAAEQ8/_mi6Yj57yqg/s400/scratch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431672166457820786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All because of Charles &amp;amp; Keith!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la, it's rather funny and kinda stupid actually -_-&lt;br /&gt;I was holding and looking at this high heels when it dropped and scratch me in the thigh.&lt;br /&gt;Then i thought, ok la nvm.Normal only. The damage is only a little skin terkelupas lidat la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we continue to gai-gai until our legs feel like broken d.&lt;br /&gt;We even sat down for awhile at Orchard and I didn't even realize anything! I went shopping at Fair Price at AMK Hub before I headed back to my cousin's apartment (Oh yea, I'm staying at my cousin's flat for now while I'm looking for a room to rent. Too bad all my friends who are in Singapore already have their place to stay and is still under contract T_T), and I also didn't realize it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was when I took a bath after I came back then I felt some stinging pain on my left thigh. When I take a look.. o.O It was even more red and bruise than in the photo. Now the wound is dry d la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And addition to my Kit Kat craze:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S2EsjBdd5DI/AAAAAAAAEP8/NVub7upjiTU/s1600-h/kitkat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S2EsjBdd5DI/AAAAAAAAEP8/NVub7upjiTU/s400/kitkat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431671605784601650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Royal Milk Tea flavor!!!! ^__________^&lt;br /&gt;I bought it without any hesitation although my biao jie said "3 dollars for that?!!"&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha..I love Kit Kat ma, wat to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The taste ar...really nice! I dunno whether it's because I simply like Kit Kat or it is really nice. Lol. Nevertheless, it's unique la. Milk Tea chocolate leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S2EtDZfyyNI/AAAAAAAAEQ0/VeWf_gk6bDE/s1600-h/prawn+mee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S2EtDZfyyNI/AAAAAAAAEQ0/VeWf_gk6bDE/s400/prawn+mee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431672161992624338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...is one of the best Prawn Mee I've ever eaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la, I dunno maybe in Newton Circus (for example) got a nicer one, but so far, I mean among those times I went to Singapore before, this is the best Prawn Mee I've ever tasted. The stall is at Food Republic Wisma Atria (I forgotten the name). It's famous cos I saw the newspaper articles pasted on the stall. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, no photos with Rani cos we forgotten for it T_T&lt;br /&gt;Nemind nemind, still a lot of times to go shopping together ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days ago I went out to meet Juju, my beloved tuwins ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S2EskOHOSUI/AAAAAAAAEQM/4rBco68WYto/s1600-h/me+n+juju2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S2EskOHOSUI/AAAAAAAAEQM/4rBco68WYto/s400/me+n+juju2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431671626360834370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's so nice to see you again wor! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S2EsjjZwSTI/AAAAAAAAEQE/OugjxIZj_G4/s1600-h/me+n+juju.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S2EsjjZwSTI/AAAAAAAAEQE/OugjxIZj_G4/s400/me+n+juju.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431671614895835442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See see, the lights of heaven shines above us. We are two blessed girls *wide innocent grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the evening I went to Clarke Quay to meet up with Monica, my friend from BLCC! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is here to study at &lt;a href="http://www.shatec.sg/"&gt;Shatec&lt;/a&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for dinner at &lt;a href="http://www.tomoizakaya.com/"&gt;Tomo Izakaya&lt;/a&gt;. I like the interior design! and the whole ambience with the traditional Japanese music :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S2EtBvs8GsI/AAAAAAAAEQk/BdEQGMNy0Oc/s1600-h/mon2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S2EtBvs8GsI/AAAAAAAAEQk/BdEQGMNy0Oc/s400/mon2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431672133593602754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everybody say Hi! to Monic! *I think I haven't got any pics of her posted here before*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is her with her Tenpura Udon (&lt;span class="header3"&gt;天ぷらうどん) - S$12, &lt;/span&gt;and our California Maki (&lt;span class="header3"&gt;カリフォルニア巻き) - S$10&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S2EtCw41PDI/AAAAAAAAEQs/-l6oov3BYlo/s1600-h/onigiri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S2EtCw41PDI/AAAAAAAAEQs/-l6oov3BYlo/s400/onigiri.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431672151091788850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Yaki Onigiri Chazuke (&lt;span class="header3"&gt;焼おにぎり茶漬け) - S$7&lt;br /&gt;Kinda unique leh. The onigiri is grilled, so the top part was a lil bit crunchy. Then the onigiri is soaked in clear soup. Yummm oishi nee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S2EtBW7vk0I/AAAAAAAAEQc/Y9YdD7pjvi8/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S2EtBW7vk0I/AAAAAAAAEQc/Y9YdD7pjvi8/s400/me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431672126944809794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That is meeeee...lol wth....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S2EsimEoMoI/AAAAAAAAEP0/l9RhEr4gL1s/s1600-h/japfood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S2EsimEoMoI/AAAAAAAAEP0/l9RhEr4gL1s/s400/japfood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431671598432662146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we went to Ion for some fro yo! Wheeeee~ ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S2EysofT80I/AAAAAAAAERE/Wr22_BJV5fQ/s1600-h/yogurt2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S2EysofT80I/AAAAAAAAERE/Wr22_BJV5fQ/s400/yogurt2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431678367949910850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yami Yogurt! I love how they have quite a variety of flavor for the yogurt. I straight away chose the Winter Melon (冬瓜) flavor! And it tastes niceeeeeeeeee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S2EzDgIaaVI/AAAAAAAAERU/hXZ5mFJOkXg/s1600-h/yogurt2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S2EzDgIaaVI/AAAAAAAAERU/hXZ5mFJOkXg/s400/yogurt2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431678760843372882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Winter Melon yogurt with Strawberry and Banana-Walnut Cereal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S2EskTLllQI/AAAAAAAAEQU/xAJYJ8jg5QM/s1600-h/me+n+mon2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S2EskTLllQI/AAAAAAAAEQU/xAJYJ8jg5QM/s400/me+n+mon2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431671627721315586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were too happy to be having fro yo that we forgot our main mission: Toilet! -___-&lt;br /&gt;LOL from Clarke Quay to Ion to the time we were about to go our separate ways, we really forgotten about it although it was our main place to go at first.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next random pikchas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S2E2xeJ8U1I/AAAAAAAAERk/ZbNm-VkhcDI/s1600-h/elmo+necklace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S2E2xeJ8U1I/AAAAAAAAERk/ZbNm-VkhcDI/s400/elmo+necklace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431682849121784658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is an Elmo set of necklace + earrings I got from Diva!! Limited edition wei. I had a hard time choosing between this and the Cookie Monster wan. Both are just so cute :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S2E2xHOKOPI/AAAAAAAAERc/G0KEAjJBYl4/s1600-h/biore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S2E2xHOKOPI/AAAAAAAAERc/G0KEAjJBYl4/s400/biore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431682842965457138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Biore Pore Pack with Strawberry Frappe Scent! o.O&lt;br /&gt;Japanese are just.......lol I dunno...creative and weird at the same time I guess..hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Let's see how it smells like after I've tried it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O yea, on the second day after I've landed in this lion city, I went to look for a phone SIM card, then I bought SingTel at first cos I was rushing to meet Rani (she had been waiting for me for an hour &gt;.&lt;) and Starhub didn't have stock in the store. I bought the hi! card, and they gave me a paperbag with this inside...  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S2E2xyWthPI/AAAAAAAAERs/HykorZywiig/s1600-h/singtel+hi+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S2E2xyWthPI/AAAAAAAAERs/HykorZywiig/s400/singtel+hi+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431682854544049394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whoaaaa cute anot? ^o^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S2E2yBGo76I/AAAAAAAAER0/0yWKSWUWcJI/s1600-h/singtel+hi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S2E2yBGo76I/AAAAAAAAER0/0yWKSWUWcJI/s400/singtel+hi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431682858503172002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute lehhhhhhhh XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la, Imma end this entry with a view from my cousin's apartment window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S2EysyJAndI/AAAAAAAAERM/jozStuVINmk/s1600-h/view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S2EysyJAndI/AAAAAAAAERM/jozStuVINmk/s400/view.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431678370540723666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nice hor nice hor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p.s: I know I dun sound Singlish enough here. Dun care la :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-3163214759367598437?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/3163214759367598437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=3163214759367598437&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/3163214759367598437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/3163214759367598437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2010/01/harrowwwwi-am-in-singapore-now-lah.html' title='Harrowwww....I am in Singapore now lah'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/S2EtDqIYRnI/AAAAAAAAEQ8/_mi6Yj57yqg/s72-c/scratch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-47684279033186848</id><published>2010-01-02T19:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:43:14.130+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>And there she was, standing by the altar with her man</title><content type='html'>Today is the big day of one of my besties :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe she is married now! OMG!&lt;br /&gt;I know this sounds cliche, but it really feels like yesterday when we knew each other at school. Became closer and closer with each other, and soon after with the another two :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember those days where I used to sleep over at your house so often til it feels like my second home already. I even knew where did your maid move the plates to while you had no idea at all! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the snacking nights when I was there. Remember the oranges, bolu kukus, and the salted fish? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the day when we were eating a packet of raw Indomie and your brother knocked at your bedroom door (it was locked cos we knew they would have been angry to see us eating such things! Hahahahaha), and we were panicking like crazy, thinking where to hide the Indomie, and finally we hid it under a folder? HAHAHAHAHAHA...damn funny la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then...when we were about to sleep and lights were already off, we chatted and laughed like mad til we heard your bro walked closer to your room and we pretended to be asleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those days where I used to go to your house after the "after-school-math" session and forgotten the time and it was already dark out there? When we ran and hid from Pak Higinus cos we were way too lazy for the after-school-math session? ROFL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one of the funniest things we've been through together was when we first knew each other!! Hahahaha...it's still very clear in my mind. We were young (eh, that doesn't mean we are old, k? ;)) and our introduction session to each other was so damn funny. I shall remember it forever. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, there are WAY TOO MANY things we've been through, together with Vina and Dania as well. I guess if I write all of them here, it will take several hours to do! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be long winded. Just wanna wish you a happy marriage life, and give us some cute babies to play with soon :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY WEDDING, MY DEAREST FRIEND, AFONG or APONK as how we often called u with! Hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ajin, do take a good care of her, kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, can't believe you are the first among us to get married. And I seriously still can't imagine you being a housewife -_- Best of luck tho! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/Sz88vFrw27I/AAAAAAAAEMM/WwWpsuVn3JA/s1600-h/ajin+and+aponk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422119256054619058" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/Sz88vFrw27I/AAAAAAAAEMM/WwWpsuVn3JA/s400/ajin+and+aponk.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 305px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-47684279033186848?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/47684279033186848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=47684279033186848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/47684279033186848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/47684279033186848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-there-she-was-standing-by-altar.html' title='And there she was, standing by the altar with her man'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/Sz88vFrw27I/AAAAAAAAEMM/WwWpsuVn3JA/s72-c/ajin+and+aponk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-6018804991023660813</id><published>2010-01-01T01:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:44:34.115+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festive Seasons'/><title type='text'>And the 2010 has begun...</title><content type='html'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all of us, for a better and blessed year ahead! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.: I just came back to Jakarta earlier on today. Tanned T________T blame the beaches T_______T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-6018804991023660813?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/6018804991023660813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=6018804991023660813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/6018804991023660813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/6018804991023660813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-2010-has-begun.html' title='And the 2010 has begun...'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-2713942153671944449</id><published>2009-12-20T23:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:57:15.165+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>My new baby is here! :D</title><content type='html'>First post typed on my spanking new MacBook Pro!! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;Happy &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-2713942153671944449?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/2713942153671944449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=2713942153671944449&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/2713942153671944449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/2713942153671944449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-new-baby-is-here-d.html' title='My new baby is here! :D'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-3371217449786391042</id><published>2009-12-14T17:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:54:05.761+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Last one!!</title><content type='html'>Just came back from Jogja yesterday for Nike Warehouse Sale (again). It was a sudden decision tho. At first, I didn't have to go as I have another project which the dateline is...TOMORROW! /die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, after an exhausting 4 days at Jogja (altho it was MUCH MUCH better than our first and second NWS. Lol), here I am back at opis, sitting down with the designer to finish the ongoing project. Die la still so much to do. Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update quite slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kthxbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-3371217449786391042?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/3371217449786391042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=3371217449786391042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/3371217449786391042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/3371217449786391042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-one.html' title='Last one!!'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-683534236601737097</id><published>2009-11-19T16:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:54:05.791+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>One of our biggest events so far will be happening...</title><content type='html'>...in *counting* 17 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-683534236601737097?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/683534236601737097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=683534236601737097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/683534236601737097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/683534236601737097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-of-our-biggest-events-so-far-will.html' title='One of our biggest events so far will be happening...'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-8502154405461538266</id><published>2009-11-13T18:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:28:35.991+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='S*** Happens'/><title type='text'>Rain rain go away</title><content type='html'>Come again another day&lt;br /&gt;Ah Mei wants to go home soon T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heavy rain + sleepy + hungry = perfecto! T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I heard some areas are already flooded /faint&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-8502154405461538266?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/8502154405461538266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=8502154405461538266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/8502154405461538266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/8502154405461538266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2009/11/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain rain go away'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-6454163943481950727</id><published>2009-11-13T12:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:30:07.769+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Happy Friday the 13th!</title><content type='html'>Bad luck bad luck go away. Come again another day~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend is here!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's do the I-Love-Weekend dance with me! *dance dance dance*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-6454163943481950727?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/6454163943481950727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=6454163943481950727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/6454163943481950727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/6454163943481950727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-friday-13th.html' title='Happy Friday the 13th!'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-5999000813628274137</id><published>2009-11-06T18:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:54:05.782+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Bz bz bz bz bz bz...</title><content type='html'>I thought when the end of year is approaching, I'd (I mean...all of us at the office) be more relax, but I was tooootally wrong! I haven't felt my weekends for the last couple of months *they just passed me by without me realizing it - ok, that's a bit overrated, but it's kinda true :( *, and with projectS coming ahead, most probably I won't have my Christmas holiday. How sad can that be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other note, my office is gonna have a new home! New DT-ers are coming in and there's no more space for all of us, so we need to move out to a new home :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, the moving out plan was for next year. But suddenly, it all changed, and we're gonna move out in 2 weeks!! Yeap, 2 weeks from now! So fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, at least I'll be able to feel the new office before I resign :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-5999000813628274137?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/5999000813628274137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=5999000813628274137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/5999000813628274137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/5999000813628274137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2009/11/bz-bz-bz-bz-bz-bz.html' title='Bz bz bz bz bz bz...'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-2849426047699833203</id><published>2009-10-20T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:54:05.707+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Long Live Double Tape!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday, Double Tape! My beloved orangey office is turning 3 today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, no fancy celebration and all that jazz. Just a simple birthday dinner of a very yummy "Birthday Mee" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;20-10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Wahh next year's birthday must be really special...20-10-2010 maaa :D*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia (our beloved Big Boss) said that this is actually the first time they celebrate DT's birthday, because one, none of them (I mean the early members of DT) remember when was DT really established on. Two, October 20 (2006) was actually the date Mia signed the paper that formed the company (PT Cakrawala Media Baru). It took them quite some time to came up with "Double Tape" (they even came up with Koran Kita-Kita and OUCH! Magazine beforehand), and eventually, when they came up with it, none of them remembered the date. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's not that important lah. The most important thing is DT has grown from a very small company consisted of 3 people (or was it 7?) to 16 people at the moment. Moreover, the company has developed soooo much within these 3 years, and I can safely say all of us can be proud with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you may never heard of us (we are not one of the Top Agencies just yet, but wait and see! ), but as small as we may be, we are actually BIG! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you may not find our company's signboard outside the building we are residing now, but once you walked up to the third floor, you'll enter a homey place with lots of cheeriness, smiles, laughter, fun, and everything you've ever dreamed of in a company :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Double Tape! Keep on improving, always keep the joyfulness you've always had, and hopefully you will be residing in a new building (DT's self-owned, of course ;)) on your fifth birthday :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-2849426047699833203?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/2849426047699833203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=2849426047699833203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/2849426047699833203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/2849426047699833203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2009/10/long-live-double-tape.html' title='Long Live Double Tape!'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-4025416127463881063</id><published>2009-10-19T11:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:57:15.253+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Monday welcomes me with lots of homework~</title><content type='html'>I guess my tiredness lately (due to work) have been accumulating and successfully made me woke up at 1:30 pm yesterday! Lol... It's been long since the last time I slept for 12+ hours straight! (It only happened 2 or 3 times when I was in Uni).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other note, Christine Jie-jie's dad (Uncle Giok) passed away last Saturday at 3:30am :((&lt;br /&gt;But...he had been suffering from the stroke which made him totally paralyzed for like 10 years. So I guess it's better cos he won't suffer anymore... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-4025416127463881063?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/4025416127463881063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=4025416127463881063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/4025416127463881063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/4025416127463881063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2009/10/monday-welcomes-me-with-lots-of.html' title='Monday welcomes me with lots of homework~'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-5608315233443214056</id><published>2009-10-13T12:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:48:38.381+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live to Eat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Alcohol may protect the brain? Are you serious??</title><content type='html'>Hola, drinkers! Calling all the alcoholics out there! :P&lt;br /&gt;Here's some good news about your favorite beverage. Yeap, the addictive A (for those who like it, of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these times, we have all heard of the addictive A as a major cause of accidents (who have never heard of drunk driving that led to accidents?). Heck, even lots (wait, I mean LOTS) of famous celebrities often got fined cos of drunk driving. Oh well, the life of the rich and famous and glamour *shakes head* (eh, I don't refer to anyone here ok? Just talking about some real fact out there ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna talk more on the addictive A, so just read this by yourself. A good news if you are about to go drinking tonight and assuming you're gonna drive home with a spinning head, tomato-red face, and zig-zag steps from the bar/club exit to your car *wink* :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Article taken from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://cnn.com"&gt;CNN Health&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol may protect the brain during an accident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sept 25, 2009&lt;br /&gt;By Sean Kelley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol, a drug that is a major cause of accidents, may actually protect the brain from a life-threatening injury when an accident does occur, according to a study published this week in Archives of Surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/User/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/User/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/StQE5tVcJpI/AAAAAAAAEIY/zhDpe1CHE6Q/s1600-h/art.drinks.on.table.gi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/StQE5tVcJpI/AAAAAAAAEIY/zhDpe1CHE6Q/s400/art.drinks.on.table.gi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391940043337901714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt; In the study of 38,000 patients with moderate to severe traumatic brain injuries who were admitted to U.S. hospitals between 2000 and 2005, 38 percent had alcohol in their blood. Such patients had a lower risk of dying of their injuries than those who hadn't been drinking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "This study really brings up more questions than it answers," says coauthor Ali Salim, M.D., the program director of the General Surgery Residency Educational Program at Cedars-Sinai Medical Center, in Los Angeles. "It's a bad thing to say alcohol is good, especially since it's responsible for so many of these injuries. But our study suggests there may be some survival advantage for people with elevated [blood alcohol] levels." &lt;a href="http://living.health.com/2009/08/24/15-surprising-memory-boosters/" target="new"&gt;Health.com: 15 ways to boost your memory in your 30s, 40s, and 50s&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   Each year, about 2 million people in the U.S. experience traumatic &lt;a href="http://topics.edition.cnn.com/topics/Brain_Injuries" class="cnnInlineTopic"&gt;brain injuries&lt;/a&gt;, and 56,000 die and 80,000 are permanently impaired as a result. Alcohol plays a role in 40 percent of car fatal crashes, and half of the patients hospitalized for trauma are intoxicated at the time of injury.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; The study may help experts develop therapies for traumatic brain injuries, but it has important limitations as well, Salim says.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     Patients in the study who had been &lt;a href="http://topics.edition.cnn.com/topics/Alcohol_Consumption" class="cnnInlineTopic"&gt;drinking&lt;/a&gt; were younger, had less severe injuries, and spent less time on a ventilator or in an intensive care unit than other patients. (Alcohol, however, still seemed to protect the brain after taking these factors into account.) Overall, 9.7 percent of people who hadn't been drinking died after a brain injury, compared with 7.7 percent of those with alcohol in their blood. &lt;a href="http://living.health.com/2007/12/01/drinking-problem-4-key-questions-to-ask-yourself/" target="new"&gt;Health.com: Do I have a drinking problem? 4 key questions to ask yourself&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; It's not clear why alcohol might be helpful, although it could dampen the impact of catecholamines, hormones like adrenaline and dopamine that are released by the body after a traumatic injury, according to Salim. "We think [the blood alcohol] may attenuate that response," he says.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Alcohol may also help lower the body's core temperature, says David Hovda, Ph.D., a professor of neurosurgery at the University of California, Los Angeles, and the director of UCLA's Brain Injury Research Center. Lower body temperatures are known to slow cell death and swelling caused by severe brain injuries. &lt;a href="http://www.health.com/health/condition-article/0,,20274277,00.html" target="new"&gt;Health.com: People with mental illness may self-medicate with drugs, alcohol&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; But alcohol's beneficial effect may be severely limited, says Hovda, who was not involved with the study. He notes that the results of animal studies have been mixed. Some animal research suggests that low levels of alcohol protect the brain, but the effect is lost at higher levels; others have found that alcohol lowers survival.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;!--startclickprintexclude--&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            &lt;!--endclickprintexclude--&gt;&lt;p&gt; In the new study, researchers did not look at the amount of alcohol in the patients' blood, but they did find that alcohol was associated with a greater risk of complications, even as it seemed to lower mortality rates.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; It's not clear if alcohol could be helpful if given after an accident. "Giving patients [alcohol] after a traumatic brain injury is much different than having it on board during the traumatic brain injury," Hovda says. The protective effect may only work when the injury occurs or may work later. "One would have to know the therapeutic time window and the dose." &lt;a href="http://living.health.com/2008/11/21/how-young-is-your-brain/" target="new"&gt;Health.com: How young is your brain?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; Using alcohol as a therapy is unlikely, but understanding how it protects some people could help scientists develop new treatments for traumatic brain injuries, Salim says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo...B-52, Flaming Lamborghini, or Strawberry Margarita tonight? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-5608315233443214056?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/5608315233443214056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=5608315233443214056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/5608315233443214056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/5608315233443214056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2009/10/alcohol-may-protect-brain-are-you.html' title='Alcohol may protect the brain? Are you serious??'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/StQE5tVcJpI/AAAAAAAAEIY/zhDpe1CHE6Q/s72-c/art.drinks.on.table.gi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-8112430134429689161</id><published>2009-10-12T21:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T15:06:16.336+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melodies of life'/><title type='text'>理想情人 - 杨丞琳</title><content type='html'>One of my fave songs ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/LWyYd8dfXZ/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/LWyYd8dfXZ/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;amp;ek=LWyYd8dfXZ" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;amp;ek=LWyYd8dfXZ" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;amp;ek=LWyYd8dfXZ" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;amp;ek=LWyYd8dfXZ" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/LWyYd8dfXZ/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/science94/music/9OnWYgb1//"&gt;理想情人 - 杨丞琳&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;理想情人 - 杨丞琳&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;穿上洋装看着手表&lt;br /&gt;时间快到心砰砰地跳&lt;br /&gt;和你的第一次约会来临了&lt;br /&gt;金色的阳光洒满人行道&lt;br /&gt;换了新唇膏把头发弄好&lt;br /&gt;要你看到我的好&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;喜欢看你走路充满自信&lt;br /&gt;说话时候你的专注眼神&lt;br /&gt;温柔的表情笑容里的天真&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我相信找不到有比你更好的人&lt;br /&gt;你心里理想情人是几分&lt;br /&gt;是否也会有我的份&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好想知道你的100分&lt;br /&gt;会给怎样的人&lt;br /&gt;亲爱的你不要再陌生增加我戏份&lt;br /&gt;我想问亲爱的你把感情升等&lt;br /&gt;朋友变成情人&lt;br /&gt;可不可以告诉我标准&lt;br /&gt;不要让我一直等&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;听着那时间滴答的走&lt;br /&gt;对街的你在点头&lt;br /&gt;好象一个梦&lt;br /&gt;渐渐走到我前头&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-8112430134429689161?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/8112430134429689161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=8112430134429689161&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/8112430134429689161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/8112430134429689161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='理想情人 - 杨丞琳'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-101678548990842611</id><published>2009-10-09T18:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:49:30.986+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Releasing Steam'/><title type='text'>Taxi oh taxi...</title><content type='html'>Following my ranting about the &lt;a href="http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2009/10/taxi-company-with-good-reputation.html"&gt;disappointing taxi&lt;/a&gt; last night, guess which taxi finally arrived to fetch me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you're right. The second one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where the hell did the first-taxi-which-is-supposed-to-fetch-me went to??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes before the taxi came, I sent in a complaint through the taxi company's website. Heck, it was my first time ever to complaint such thing! Lol :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get into the taxi, I told the driver that the supposedly-fetch-me taxi did not come and I had been waiting for half an hour. He told me to just send some complaints to the company. Hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't care why the taxi didn't come or what la. Just that I guess Blue Bird needs to emphasize more and more to the drivers that they have to be responsible with the jobs they were given to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-101678548990842611?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/101678548990842611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=101678548990842611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/101678548990842611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/101678548990842611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2009/10/taxi-oh-taxi.html' title='Taxi oh taxi...'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-870995403836293136</id><published>2009-10-08T22:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:49:31.035+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Releasing Steam'/><title type='text'>A taxi company with a good reputation disappoints me for the very first time</title><content type='html'>WTF! I've ordered a taxi to go home at freaking 8pm earlier on, and it HAS NOT ARRIVED UNTIL NOW WTF! And it's a Blue Bird's for god's sake!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is wrong la? There's no freaking traffic jam out there! wtf wtf wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've called the Blue Bird company twice just now and they said they will send another one cos the supposed-to-come one is not arrived yet! WTH la. Never before Blue Bird disappoint me, but this time, I'm sorry, it is SO SO SO disappointing. What if I have to go somewhere urgent and the taxi did not come in a freaking 1.5 hour?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the vulgar words, but I just have to release it somehow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pheww~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-870995403836293136?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/870995403836293136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=870995403836293136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/870995403836293136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/870995403836293136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2009/10/taxi-company-with-good-reputation.html' title='A taxi company with a good reputation disappoints me for the very first time'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-3057490908045888160</id><published>2009-10-07T15:15:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:30:07.683+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>PS(P), Tao Kae Noi, and Maggie Simpson</title><content type='html'>Some random pictures from Sunday outing with Ms. Harnadi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was PSP 3 Slim and PSP Go launching at MKG 3!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SsxE0vllCgI/AAAAAAAAEHo/Wj47rtNcL2U/s1600-h/IMG00446-20091004-1434+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SsxE0vllCgI/AAAAAAAAEHo/Wj47rtNcL2U/s400/IMG00446-20091004-1434+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389758526973610498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always a fan of PS and PSP (although I have none of them. Donation, anyone? T____T), especially PSP la, cos I can bring it anywhere :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the success of PS 3, Sony decided to slash down the manufacturing fee and came out with PSP 3 slim which is cheaper than PS 3. Just like when they came out with PS 2 slim I guess, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, PS 3 slim is so disappointing. Well, at least for me and Muchi. The shape is omgsodamnugly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SsxCcuRU-EI/AAAAAAAAEHY/adDwB_CM11E/s1600-h/ps3+slim.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 387px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SsxCcuRU-EI/AAAAAAAAEHY/adDwB_CM11E/s400/ps3+slim.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389755915280119874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just looks so...cheapo! With the doff finishing and the half-pillow shape....Errr I dunno, it just looks plain ugly to me. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compare with the normal hensem PS 3...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SsxCdQ0t1aI/AAAAAAAAEHg/9xk9XM-EZjc/s1600-h/PS3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SsxCdQ0t1aI/AAAAAAAAEHg/9xk9XM-EZjc/s400/PS3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389755924555355554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seeeeee? Much much more hensem and sleek right right right? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, they have this at the launching:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SsxAcTLL-AI/AAAAAAAAEGY/Ubts86xipK4/s1600-h/IMG00447-20091004-1435+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SsxAcTLL-AI/AAAAAAAAEGY/Ubts86xipK4/s400/IMG00447-20091004-1435+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389753708983351298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG! LITTLE BIG PLANET!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THIS GAME! Eventhough I just ever played it once before (I love you, Mochi!), I fell in love straight away with it! With the uber cute characters that you can personalize!! :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite? The cute brown baby up there! XD&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/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SsxAc1juDcI/AAAAAAAAEGg/UUn3M-nO3GM/s1600-h/IMG00449-20091004-1436+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SsxAc1juDcI/AAAAAAAAEGg/UUn3M-nO3GM/s400/IMG00449-20091004-1436+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389753718213053890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi cutie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumore, you can actually get your hands on the ugly PS3 slim there (the game is no other than LBP, of course!). But I didn't give it a try tho. Lol :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I WANT A PSP GO!! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SsxGPsPeAoI/AAAAAAAAEH4/w2-m2mQ6M5M/s1600-h/PSP+Go.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SsxGPsPeAoI/AAAAAAAAEH4/w2-m2mQ6M5M/s400/PSP+Go.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389760089443664514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So hensem! And it's kinda light also. A little bit pricey at IDR 3.6 mio tho. But I'm sure the price will go down soon *amen* :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But but...I can't play pirated games with PSP Go. Hahahahahahaha :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll get the normal PSP instead. I want this actually:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SsxGPOj0wGI/AAAAAAAAEHw/H9ZAP5VYglw/s1600-h/Pink+PSP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 244px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SsxGPOj0wGI/AAAAAAAAEHw/H9ZAP5VYglw/s400/Pink+PSP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389760081475977314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pink!! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SsxGQDoERGI/AAAAAAAAEIA/okH0c8tkGco/s1600-h/Red+PSP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 193px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SsxGQDoERGI/AAAAAAAAEIA/okH0c8tkGco/s400/Red+PSP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389760095720850530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Woooo~ Ruby red!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hannah Montana Limited Edition one is not that bad also (in terms of color) :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SsxG9MPZPiI/AAAAAAAAEII/8LDmcLPJkq0/s1600-h/Hannah+Montana+limited+edition+PSP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SsxG9MPZPiI/AAAAAAAAEII/8LDmcLPJkq0/s400/Hannah+Montana+limited+edition+PSP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389760871127399970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice shade of purple!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hufff gonna buy it sooner or later ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next topic: Tao Kae Noi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys know Tao Kae Noi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No? Are you serious?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tao Kae Noi is one of the BEST SEAWEED SNACKS ever invented!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still no idea? Ok, click &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.taokaenoi.co.th"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TKN is one of my fave snack to munch-munch-munch. My favorite flavor is Tom Yum Goong! Nom nom nom~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SsxL8qHNxjI/AAAAAAAAEIQ/KHh3sP_tOhk/s1600-h/TaoKaeNoi+tom+yum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SsxL8qHNxjI/AAAAAAAAEIQ/KHh3sP_tOhk/s400/TaoKaeNoi+tom+yum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389766359524427314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously can't stop munching on those until I got a sore throat...Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is THAT good. Yummmm~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, back to main point, I found this in Sogo Supermarket:&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/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SsxAdukE2jI/AAAAAAAAEGo/kPR58FETsec/s1600-h/IMG00451-20091004-1535+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SsxAdukE2jI/AAAAAAAAEGo/kPR58FETsec/s400/IMG00451-20091004-1535+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389753733515369010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eh I love the mascot la. Damn cute ^o^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tao Kae Noi Big Sheet is normal already la. It is one of the product range.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do you notice anything weird there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observe closely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the flavor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TASTY SEA! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA I never know that SEA can be TASTY! ROFLMAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SsxAeHgoz-I/AAAAAAAAEGw/s8NFE1eO44I/s1600-h/IMG00452-20091004-1536+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SsxAeHgoz-I/AAAAAAAAEGw/s8NFE1eO44I/s400/IMG00452-20091004-1536+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389753740211834850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See that. Izzit a failed product or something? I think it's supposed to be "Taste from the sea" la. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curious me flipped the box and read...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SsxBHbVn8AI/AAAAAAAAEHI/GUU8C3QhCak/s1600-h/IMG00457-20091004-1537+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SsxBHbVn8AI/AAAAAAAAEHI/GUU8C3QhCak/s400/IMG00457-20091004-1537+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389754449908985858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lets' compare. The one above is the "Tasty Sea"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SsxBHC4FEOI/AAAAAAAAEHA/v6SAnsEgny4/s1600-h/IMG00456-20091004-1537+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SsxBHC4FEOI/AAAAAAAAEHA/v6SAnsEgny4/s400/IMG00456-20091004-1537+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389754443342614754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...is the "Taste of the sea"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL okayyyyy, there's nothing different. Eh wait! The producer's name and address is totally different! o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SsxAeg9pTkI/AAAAAAAAEG4/D38c3cDyIXU/s1600-h/IMG00455-20091004-1537+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SsxAeg9pTkI/AAAAAAAAEG4/D38c3cDyIXU/s400/IMG00455-20091004-1537+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389753747044388418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could that happened?? Izzit a fake product (I mean the Tasty Sea) or what? o.O&lt;br /&gt;What's more, there was only 1 box left of the Tasty Sea while there was a lot of the Taste of the sea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah nevermind la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last picture!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SsxBH5S7G3I/AAAAAAAAEHQ/k5xnXdGmvII/s1600-h/IMG00458-20091004-1644+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SsxBH5S7G3I/AAAAAAAAEHQ/k5xnXdGmvII/s400/IMG00458-20091004-1644+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389754457950722930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought the super cute Maggie Simpson tee!! *jumping with glee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad love! &lt;3 style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;p.s: Sorry for the not-so-good-quality pictures. I didn't bring my camera that day, so I used my Berry with a lil bit of Photoshop magic (contrast and brightness settings only la). But stupid me reduced the brightness of my office PC monitor cos it's not LCD and my eyes will be hurt if it's too bright, and now I can't brighten it back which resulted in I had to agak-agak whether the pictures are too bright or what, and I couldn't see pictures in their original colors anymore cos they are all darkened wth -_______-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-3057490908045888160?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/3057490908045888160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=3057490908045888160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/3057490908045888160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/3057490908045888160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2009/10/psp-tao-kae-noi-and-maggie-simpson.html' title='PS(P), Tao Kae Noi, and Maggie Simpson'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SsxE0vllCgI/AAAAAAAAEHo/Wj47rtNcL2U/s72-c/IMG00446-20091004-1434+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-6481779421467247979</id><published>2009-10-07T14:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:49:56.266+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>What are your pet peeves with your men?</title><content type='html'>Ladies! We all know that men are our lovers and well, enemies as well. While there are things that make us head-over-heels with the creature that (mostly) prefers soccer than us, there even more things that make us go super cranky because of them (despite all those lovey dovey things, of course)! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://edition.cnn.com/2009/LIVING/personal/10/05/tf.loves.pet.peeves/index.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;'s what I found on &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.cnn.com/LIVING/"&gt;CNN Living&lt;/a&gt;. Very interesting, I might say. Mochi, I don't mean to refer these to you in any way, ok? Well, unless you thought so yourself. Lol :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy reading, laydees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;   &lt;b&gt;(&lt;a href="http://thefrisky.com/relationships/?cnn=yes" target="new"&gt;The Frisky&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/b&gt; -- Finding a boyfriend is only the beginning when it comes to relationship woes. Once you're in one, you have to deal with another person, including the parts that annoy you despite your love for him. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;!--startclickprintexclude--&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    &lt;div class="cnnStoryPhotoBox"&gt;&lt;div id="cnnImgChngr" class="cnnImgChngr"&gt;&lt;!----&gt;&lt;!--===========IMAGE============--&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.cdn.turner.com/cnn/2009/LIVING/personal/10/05/tf.loves.pet.peeves/art.love.peeves.tf.jpg" alt="Women's pet peeves about their guy" width="292" border="0" height="219" /&gt;&lt;!--===========/IMAGE===========--&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                          &lt;!--endclickprintexclude--&gt;&lt;p&gt; We asked 15 women to dish on what their partners do that completely drives them crazy, and how they've learned to cope (or not) with these behaviors.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "My significant other doesn't hear me. I can tell him things over and over, but unless I stand right in front of him and tell him it is important, he never remembers what I tell him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; My way of dealing with it is to bombard him with things when I do have his attention. So what should be a simple statement ends up being about 10 statements, because I know he is listening at that time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;--Suzanne Alicie, Louisa, Virginia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "My husband pretends to listen while he's working but doesn't actually hear the words I'm saying. So, those important conversations I thought we were having tend to be forgotten a day later. I chalk it up to him being a workaholic who takes after his dad.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; The good thing is that the next day I can have the very same conversation and it will be brand new to him. It's kind of like Groundhog Day!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;--Bobbi Leder, Houston, Texas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "He gets a look in his eyes and I know something is bothering him. I've learned that it will do me no good to ask; if he thinks it's something I need to know, he will tell me. Compartmentalization was necessary due to his work throughout his life. I understand this and I know that it isn't a lack of trust. I've had to learn that he's just not as open as I am."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-- Debbie Henthorn, Columbus, Ohio&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "He throws his clothes next to the laundry basket. This is one of the most annoying things that he does. After 11 years, you would think he would finally see where the laundry basket is, but no. I've even tried moving the laundry basket to where the clothes land, but he still misses the basket. At this point, I think he might be doing it on purpose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;--Linda St.Cyr, Blakeslee, Pennsylvania&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "My pet peeve is finding my washer full of paper towels. My husband has a habit of leaving paper towels in his pockets when he tosses his jeans in the hamper. It is so out of hand. Last week, I threw his jeans in the dryer, paper towels and all. The paper towels dried, I folded them into a tidy pile, and put them in his sock drawer to reuse. This habit is over for now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-- Cathy Montville; Baldwinville, Massachusetts&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;!--startclickprintexclude--&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            &lt;!--endclickprintexclude--&gt;&lt;p&gt; "He loves to leave empty and unrinsed soda cans in the sink, even when the sink is empty and has just been cleaned. I rinse and recycle the cans and move on. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Minor annoyances are nothing in comparison to keeping the peace in a household. We all have annoying habits that can irk our significant others."&lt;br /&gt;--  Pamela Chenevert, Sturbridge, Massachusetts&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "My significant other has ADHD-TV, and he doesn't deny it. He can't watch television without changing the channel at every commercial. When he switches back, it is usually well into the program again. I don't think he has ever watched an entire show. &lt;a href="http://www.thefrisky.com/post/246-13-reasons-she-doesnt-want-a-second-date/?cnn=yes" target="new"&gt;The Frisky: 13 reasons she didn't want a second date&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Too bad I can't find a 12-step program for people with ADHD-TV and their significant others. I end up retreating to the bedroom where I can watch my TV in peace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-- Kimberly Ray, Valparaiso, Indiana&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "The most annoying thing that a guy could possibly do is look right through you whenever the game is on. The rest of the time you're told you make a better door than a window, but somehow they can see through you then! Game time is the best time for "me time," though. I probably do the same thing when I watch Lifetime!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-- Jody Morse, East Stroudsburg, Pennsylvania&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "My husband never picks up after himself. I've spent years trying to teach him the joys of using a trash can, drawer, closet or cabinet. Unfortunately, he just doesn't get it. So I started trading off things that I hate to do with him, like taking out the trash, running to the store, etc., in exchange for picking up after him. It works for us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;--Charlotte Kuchinsky, Poquoson, Virginia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "He will ask me to watch a movie with him and then he logs onto the Internet and plays poker during the movie. He makes comments and I'll think it's about the movie, but then realize he's making a comment to another online player out loud. I usually leave the room or read a magazine because my interest in the movie is broken. I've told him this annoys me, but he still does it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;--Teresa Mahieu, Junction City, Kansas  &lt;a href="http://www.thefrisky.com/post/246-20-annoying-guy-habits/?cnn=yes" target="new"&gt;The Frisky: 20 annoying guy habits&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "What doesn't annoy me! However, truly considering my only and beloved husband of 26+ years is no laughing matter. After all, he is the result of the best mistake I ever made. Still, my hubby's got his annoyances. His biggest may be weekend rearranging the man cave by dumping everything in the living room and starting over. My solution? Girlfriend weekend road trip!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-- Lynn Pritchett, Tucson, Arizona &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "My husband sometimes wakes me up earlier than I want to be awake, and does so by yelling, 'Babe, get up!' I get up startled and grumpy, and pretty much vow to make him pay. I then act ugly and obnoxious for an hour or so, until he does something sweet to make up (like take me to Starbucks), promising to never wake me up that way again. Until the next time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-- Tricia Goss, Fort Worth, Texas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "My husband is ridiculously impatient in the car. It drives him crazy when he's stopped by a traffic light. He can't seem to slow down and enjoy the scenery since he's so intent on getting where he's going. I used to deal with it by criticizing his driving. Now I've learned to shut up since I'm the one who received the last few tickets. It isn't fair is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-- Kristie Leong, Roanoke, Virginia &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "My husband is quite the prankster; he used to fall to the floor at random times and lay there, lifeless, as though he had passed out. I finally conveyed to him that if he ever really passed out, I probably would just walk away and assume that he was up to his usual tricks. I guess the thought of that really scared him, because he stopped doing it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-- Jamie Marable, Birmingham, Alabama&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; "My husband still fails to consider how long it takes to get the grill ready to cook, and then of course cook and let the meat rest. I love that he's interested in cooking and the results are always great, just not timely. My solution? I've given up nagging and just learned to make easy appetizers for the nights that he offers to grill."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-- Angela La Fon, Big Island, Virginia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you think? What are your pet peeves about your guy?&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything happened to be similar with your situation? Hehehe ;)&lt;br /&gt;As for me, well, I won't deny that he does makes me went cranky at times, but I often make him so too! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, humans are not perfect, aren't we? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love CNN living!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-6481779421467247979?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/6481779421467247979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=6481779421467247979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/6481779421467247979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/6481779421467247979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-are-your-pet-peeves-with-your-men.html' title='What are your pet peeves with your men?'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-7363307626269774036</id><published>2009-09-28T10:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T15:07:30.108+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Happy Joy Joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I'm so tan omg!</title><content type='html'>Hellow! I'm back! Fatter (a little bit T_________________T) and tanned!! HAHAHAHA omg damn I gotta start doing some routine scrubbing and avoiding the sun in the mean time &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I went to...ehm..ehm...Malaysia (AGAIN?!) to refresh my mind. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;This time I did not only go to Kay Elle, but also to Tioman Island!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I have lots of weddings to attend this coming months!&lt;br /&gt;Let's list them down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct 3  : Vero's brother (where I'll help by being the receptionist at the venue)&lt;br /&gt;Oct 10: Koh Bing's (my biao ge from Muntilan - but the wedding will be in Jakarta tho)&lt;br /&gt;Oct 31: Mia's (my big boss! We - as in my colleagues and I - the girls, specifically- will be the receptionist at the venues)&lt;br /&gt;Nov 21: Afong's engagement! (ok la, not exactly a wedding, but it's a big engagement party! LOL)&lt;br /&gt;Dec     : *bird news* A high school friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this a good year to get married or what? o.O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-7363307626269774036?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/7363307626269774036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=7363307626269774036&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/7363307626269774036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/7363307626269774036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-so-tanned-omg.html' title='I&apos;m so tan omg!'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-8505490165671776120</id><published>2009-09-16T14:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:42:21.771+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Diary of a Wimpy Kid....Indonesian version. LOL</title><content type='html'>Remember my post about &lt;a href="http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2009/08/from-journals-to-books.html"&gt;Diary of a Wimpy Kid&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was browsing through the "New Arrivals" section in Gramedia bookstore while waiting for Agnes (yes, she has returned from her 1-month language course in Salamanca, Spain. She got a scholarship for that) when my eyes spotted this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SrCTatZrRzI/AAAAAAAAEGQ/eQaxXYlAZRY/s1600-h/diary+si+bocah+tengil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SrCTatZrRzI/AAAAAAAAEGQ/eQaxXYlAZRY/s400/diary+si+bocah+tengil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381963641780913970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFLMAO!! Diary Si Bocah Tengil!! LOL it just sounds so...I don't know...funny? dumb? Lol. Ok, I guess only Indonesians will understand the meaning. Nevermind then. Hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's take a look at the original English version, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/Sps2MgmdhFI/AAAAAAAAEFQ/o6xOpD_fWBU/s1600-h/Wimpy+kid+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/Sps2MgmdhFI/AAAAAAAAEFQ/o6xOpD_fWBU/s400/Wimpy+kid+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375950168734401618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, at least they didn't change the cover image ;)&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/17848885-8505490165671776120?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/8505490165671776120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=8505490165671776120&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/8505490165671776120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/8505490165671776120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2009/09/diary-of-wimpy-kidindonesian-version.html' title='Diary of a Wimpy Kid....Indonesian version. LOL'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SrCTatZrRzI/AAAAAAAAEGQ/eQaxXYlAZRY/s72-c/diary+si+bocah+tengil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-3252527452004863057</id><published>2009-09-16T14:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:54:05.741+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Dear Nike Warehouse Sale Surabaya's core team,</title><content type='html'>Finally! After a week of sleepless nights, sore feet (where our feet would have come off easily, especially on Tuesday before the sale began), late meals (and I mean late as in lunch at 6pm and dinner at 1am), and tiredness, we did it! NWS Surabaya ran smoothly without any major problem. 3/4 of the items amount were successfully sold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although there was only 4 of us, we managed to take care of almost everything (I said everything cos we had our sub-EO helping us). Bravo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all of your cooperation and hardworking. It was a success!! Glad to be working with you guys as a team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good rest, and see you guys at the office soon! (I'm at the office right now). Don't feel like going back to work? Remember that Raya holiday is coming very VERY soon! ^o^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-3252527452004863057?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/3252527452004863057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=3252527452004863057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/3252527452004863057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/3252527452004863057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-nike-warehouse-sale-surabayas-core.html' title='Dear Nike Warehouse Sale Surabaya&apos;s core team,'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-4527036462054994643</id><published>2009-09-04T13:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T15:03:21.618+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Happy Joy Joy'/><title type='text'>Sugar overload!!</title><content type='html'>These past 2 days had been a filling one. I'd say filling cos we got to ate SO MUCH at the office. Started from Sept 1, 2009 which was Genih's bday. We got to ate J.Co donuts and Oreo ice cream cake (provided by the company).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday, it was Rini's bday!! She bought 30 pieces (yes, thirty. tiga puluh) of Blenger Burger! And mind you, the burger size is BIG! Well, at least it's big enough for me to not be able to put the whole burger in my mouth! Lol! What's more, Rani also brought her home-made Bolu Ketan Hitam! Yumsss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn!! Sugar overload alert! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-4527036462054994643?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/4527036462054994643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=4527036462054994643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/4527036462054994643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/4527036462054994643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2009/09/sugar-overload.html' title='Sugar overload!!'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-4022231831664041228</id><published>2009-09-02T16:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:28:35.935+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='S*** Happens'/><title type='text'>The earth is shaking!</title><content type='html'>Suddenly felt like the ground I was stepping on was moving..the whole office was shaking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earthquake! 7.3 Ritcher Scale! Happened around 2:55 pm earlier on for more or less 1 minute I guess, followed with an aftershock of 5.1 Ritcher scale 20 mins after that. The epicenter was in Tasikmalaya, West Java.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew luckily everything's okay now. Hope there won't be another tsunami *CHOI!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's a good thing that my office is located on the 3rd floor of the building (and it only has 3 levels, btw)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-4022231831664041228?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/4022231831664041228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=4022231831664041228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/4022231831664041228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/4022231831664041228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2009/09/shake-shake-shake.html' title='The earth is shaking!'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-2548574756517307548</id><published>2009-08-31T19:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T15:06:16.272+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melodies of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mo Yung'/><title type='text'>Stop Playing Homework and Do Your Video Games</title><content type='html'>I love that phrase! Lol school/college life would have been so nice if I could do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks back, Mochi sent me a link to watch a video which I absolutely love to death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b6f3df80c4445c01" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db6f3df80c4445c01%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331332320%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6A9F7261C3DE3D907868BC251F593C3DA98DA8E7.CE0BF8234CF67424AA2C2E61AD7FD73753514E3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db6f3df80c4445c01%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwWE8kv7Xg7713ad6_7xg_lxT9lo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db6f3df80c4445c01%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331332320%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6A9F7261C3DE3D907868BC251F593C3DA98DA8E7.CE0BF8234CF67424AA2C2E61AD7FD73753514E3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db6f3df80c4445c01%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwWE8kv7Xg7713ad6_7xg_lxT9lo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone remember &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pong"&gt;Pong&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, the classic old school video game where you play it like how you play table tennis, avoiding the ball to enter your space?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SpyA-SJ0n_I/AAAAAAAAEGI/ZsJY4EYqFTE/s1600-h/pong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SpyA-SJ0n_I/AAAAAAAAEGI/ZsJY4EYqFTE/s400/pong.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376313862686810098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The player controls an in-game paddle by moving it vertically across the left side of the screen, and can compete against either a computer controlled opponent or another player controlling a second paddle on the opposing side. Players use the paddles to hit a ball back and forth.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neh, that's how the game play is. Taken from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pong"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video above is about a quartet playing chamber music, with some song selections from some famous games! Eh you watch it already or not ar? Go watch it! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, I LOVE IT TO DEATH!!!! Like seriously, it is one of the best arrangements I've ever heard so far! Vienna Philharmonic didn't even come close. Lol no la I was totally kidding. Vienna Philharmonic is GREAT ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has those famous songs from Super Mario Bros, Tetris, Pong, etc. I especially love the Pong one. So farney la! LOL. I love the Tetris one too. But my biggest love would be gone to the, obviously, SUPER MARIO BROS!!! Wooooo~ I've been loving this game since the first time I played it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go listen go listen go listen!! :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-2548574756517307548?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b6f3df80c4445c01&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/2548574756517307548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=2548574756517307548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/2548574756517307548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/2548574756517307548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2009/08/stop-playing-homework-and-do-your-video.html' title='Stop Playing Homework and Do Your Video Games'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SpyA-SJ0n_I/AAAAAAAAEGI/ZsJY4EYqFTE/s72-c/pong.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-4769649357502559585</id><published>2009-08-31T10:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:42:21.761+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>From journals to books</title><content type='html'>OMG! It's the last day of August already? o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time sure flies fast! Gonna meet Mochi again in 21 days! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I bought a very very nice book (at least for me la) yesterday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's "Diary of a Wimpy Kid: Do-It-Yourself Book"!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/Sps2OZ9TIlI/AAAAAAAAEFw/RrsPvHO9TJo/s1600-h/Wimpy+kid+-+do+it+yourself+book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/Sps2OZ9TIlI/AAAAAAAAEFw/RrsPvHO9TJo/s400/Wimpy+kid+-+do+it+yourself+book.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375950201310880338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have no idea on who is Wimpy Kid, check &lt;a href="http://www.wimpykid.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically the Wimpy Kid series is a storybook about a boy whose mum told him to write a daily journal. So the entire book is basically his journal. I love this kind of book!! Like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Diary_of_a_Young_Girl"&gt;Anne Frank - The Diary of a Young Girl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/Sps3FHazT1I/AAAAAAAAEGA/peJ-HRepgiQ/s1600-h/Anne+frank+-+the+diary+of+a+young+girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/Sps3FHazT1I/AAAAAAAAEGA/peJ-HRepgiQ/s400/Anne+frank+-+the+diary+of+a+young+girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375951141227155282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading this twice (or more, I forgot) and not even have the slightest feeling of bored. Ok, basically I like books that's written based on true-story, or even better, the real true-story itself! Like Anne Frank's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wimpy Kid series is just like that, just that....it's fiction! Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/Sps2MgmdhFI/AAAAAAAAEFQ/o6xOpD_fWBU/s1600-h/Wimpy+kid+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/Sps2MgmdhFI/AAAAAAAAEFQ/o6xOpD_fWBU/s400/Wimpy+kid+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375950168734401618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how Jeff Kinney drew the illustration in the book! It's so simple yet it's cute and done with the right proportion and everything! What's more, Mochi said that he's actually a game designer! Cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/Sps2NOm17YI/AAAAAAAAEFY/Yyqjm2ol5mM/s1600-h/Wimpy+Kid+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/Sps2NOm17YI/AAAAAAAAEFY/Yyqjm2ol5mM/s400/Wimpy+Kid+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375950181084032386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far Wimpy Kid series has 3 books out. More is coming out soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/Sps2N12KUCI/AAAAAAAAEFo/yxKUPiIP7hk/s1600-h/Wimpy+Kid+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/Sps2N12KUCI/AAAAAAAAEFo/yxKUPiIP7hk/s400/Wimpy+Kid+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375950191617265698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/Sps2NsKs6KI/AAAAAAAAEFg/LejB33mfKhg/s1600-h/Wimpy+Kid+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/Sps2NsKs6KI/AAAAAAAAEFg/LejB33mfKhg/s400/Wimpy+Kid+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375950189019064482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They actually have this special-cover-art-edition of the Do-It Yourself Book!!! Boo!! I want this!! It's so cute!! T3T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/Sps2dBRB-oI/AAAAAAAAEF4/VwdDMpsEb38/s1600-h/WImpy+kid+do+it+yourself+special+cover+art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/Sps2dBRB-oI/AAAAAAAAEF4/VwdDMpsEb38/s400/WImpy+kid+do+it+yourself+special+cover+art.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375950452380793474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah nvm la, mine is also cute :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something funny: Mochi actually wanted to get me the Wimpy Kid book when he was away in Penang for AMD training. He saw it at Borders there but thinking of buying it for me when he went back to KL. But it wasn't at the Top 10 shelf anymore once he's back and he forgotten what the book title was...LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he loves the simple illustration too! We have the same taste for drawings heheh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to fill in my Wimpy Kid journal!! (ok, I actually have filled in 3 pages :p) Gonna show you some sneak peek of the inside later on :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-4769649357502559585?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/4769649357502559585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=4769649357502559585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/4769649357502559585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/4769649357502559585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2009/08/from-journals-to-books.html' title='From journals to books'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/Sps2OZ9TIlI/AAAAAAAAEFw/RrsPvHO9TJo/s72-c/Wimpy+kid+-+do+it+yourself+book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-7684438619862064789</id><published>2009-08-27T09:31:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T15:05:40.130+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmmania'/><title type='text'>I swear I don't wanna adopt a child!</title><content type='html'>Last night I asked Jessika out for dinner and on the way, she asked whether I wanted to watch a movie. I said sure, why not? And we settled for&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1148204/"&gt; Orphan&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a scrumptious dinner of a green tea waffle with strawberry (mine) and chocolate (hers) ice cream, we sat in the cinema and the movie started to roll...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how's the movie? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Warning: spoilers ahead! Continue reading if you aren't the curious type)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;p.s: It's been so long since I wrote a complete movie review like this. Sorry if it's too long!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn! It was one of the movie I kinda regret of watching!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, seriously! Esther, the main character, is just plain psycho and freaky!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, how could a sweet girl like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SpXigVWQxKI/AAAAAAAAEDo/ppjhCTI1Ynw/s1600-h/isabelle+fuhrman+-+orphan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SpXigVWQxKI/AAAAAAAAEDo/ppjhCTI1Ynw/s400/isabelle+fuhrman+-+orphan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374450775450764450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turn into someone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SpXpOANklmI/AAAAAAAAEEY/zYYrIekexJA/s1600-h/orphan4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SpXpOANklmI/AAAAAAAAEEY/zYYrIekexJA/s400/orphan4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374458157120919138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...like that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again. From this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SpXpNylKMAI/AAAAAAAAEEQ/3oA_pnZMVZg/s1600-h/orphan3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SpXpNylKMAI/AAAAAAAAEEQ/3oA_pnZMVZg/s400/orphan3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374458153461755906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SpXtWUPyYOI/AAAAAAAAEEg/b4KQr1EBhbU/s1600-h/orphan5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SpXtWUPyYOI/AAAAAAAAEEg/b4KQr1EBhbU/s400/orphan5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374462697984385250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, it's not really obvious there, but the way she smiles is just...scary! You know, like those evil-ish smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SpXihkbzKMI/AAAAAAAAEEA/6RNJOe0QVrU/s1600-h/orphan-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SpXihkbzKMI/AAAAAAAAEEA/6RNJOe0QVrU/s400/orphan-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374450796680390850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie started with a couple of husband and wife (John and Kate) who had just lost their baby (Jessica) when she was still in the womb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda frustrated with losing the baby, Kate decided to adopt a child from St. Mariana Home for Girls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SpXx1AaAs5I/AAAAAAAAEEo/v9uQ7Nx2wyE/s1600-h/orphan6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SpXx1AaAs5I/AAAAAAAAEEo/v9uQ7Nx2wyE/s400/orphan6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374467623281013650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The place is nice! It's all white, and sumore with the snow surrounding it, it so looks like those Christmas cards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After wandering around, their choice went to Esther&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SpXx1hP6U_I/AAAAAAAAEEw/pK1aDeXy1v4/s1600-h/orphan7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SpXx1hP6U_I/AAAAAAAAEEw/pK1aDeXy1v4/s400/orphan7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374467632097022962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A very very pretty and sweet girl who loves painting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SpXihVAj7ZI/AAAAAAAAED4/Aok1m8WrVPM/s1600-h/orphan-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SpXihVAj7ZI/AAAAAAAAED4/Aok1m8WrVPM/s400/orphan-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374450792539614610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, how could anyone not falling in love with a gorgeous smile like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SpXx1zh5P0I/AAAAAAAAEE4/VGNpyyaGS_U/s1600-h/orphan8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SpXx1zh5P0I/AAAAAAAAEE4/VGNpyyaGS_U/s400/orphan8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374467637004287810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I literally went "Awwwwww" the first time I saw her face. Really soo pwetty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister Abigail, the head of the orphanage, said Esther is an extraordinary girl who is so mature for her age (9 y.o). So after getting her papers done, 3 weeks after that, John and Kate brought the sweet lil girl home. Little did they know disasters were waiting for them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther seemed to get along well with John and Kate's daugher, Maxine (Max, in short - sounds like a boy...) and not really well with Daniel (or Danny - Max's older brother)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with her pushing her classmate down the high slide in the park because she was making fun of her even on the first day she came to the class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SpX67mqMteI/AAAAAAAAEFA/-NQyLOfFPJU/s1600-h/orphan9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 228px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SpX67mqMteI/AAAAAAAAEFA/-NQyLOfFPJU/s400/orphan9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374477632233321954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda: Oh look! Little Bo Beep text me. She wants her outfit back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was what the poor girl said on the first day she came into the class cos she was wearing a cute dress that's more appropriate for a party rather than for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SpX7tB2GPHI/AAAAAAAAEFI/wN8tWSZ57Zw/s1600-h/orphan10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SpX7tB2GPHI/AAAAAAAAEFI/wN8tWSZ57Zw/s400/orphan10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374478481344576626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, a few incidents occur:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther killed Sister Abigail when she visited John and Kate to told them she had made a mistake and that something's wrong with Esther...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smashed and stabbed her with a hammer and hid it in Danny's tree house. Max was with her when it happened and Esther told her to shut her mouth up and not tell on her. Max, who is mute and communicates with sign language, couldn't do anything as she was younger than her and was very very afraid of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short conversation between Danny and Esther to show how psychotic Esther was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;i class="fine"&gt;Esther and Max walk up after Daniel has shot a pigeon with his paintball gun&lt;/i&gt;] &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2265157/"&gt;Esther&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Did you kill it? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1497548/"&gt;Daniel Coleman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: [&lt;i class="fine"&gt;crying&lt;/i&gt;] It was just a paintball, I didn't think it'd hurt him... &lt;br /&gt;[&lt;i class="fine"&gt;She picks up a big rock and holds it out to him&lt;/i&gt;] &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2265157/"&gt;Esther&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Put it out of its misery. &lt;br /&gt;[&lt;i class="fine"&gt;off his look&lt;/i&gt;] &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2265157/"&gt;Esther&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: It's in pain. And it's your responsibility. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1497548/"&gt;Daniel Coleman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: It was just an accident. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2265157/"&gt;Esther&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: If you walk away now, it'll starve to death. Is that what you want? &lt;br /&gt;[&lt;i class="fine"&gt;pause&lt;/i&gt;] &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1497548/"&gt;Daniel Coleman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: I'm not doin' it... &lt;br /&gt;[&lt;i class="fine"&gt;after a moment, she smashes the pigeon with the rock&lt;/i&gt;] &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2265157/"&gt;Esther&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: [&lt;i class="fine"&gt;to Max&lt;/i&gt;] It's all right. It's in Heaven now. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1497548/"&gt;Daniel Coleman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: What's wrong with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate then was told that the Russian orphanage Esther came from (before she came to America) has no record of her ever being there. However, despite Esther's ill-omened behaviour, John didn't believe it at all! Geez..what a stupido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point, Esther breaks her own arm in John's vise and convinces John that Kate broke it. On Esther's first day back at school, she slips Kate's SUV into neutral that makes it slide backwards down the road and nearly killing Max. Badly shaken, Kate buys two bottles of wine, but at the last minute pours one of them down the drain and leaves the other full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate learns that Esther was housed at a mental institution in Estonia called the Saarne Institute, but when she expresses misgivings to John, he and her counselor think that Kate is relapsing into her drinking habit. After John produces the other bottle Kate bought the night before, he threatens to leave her unless she gets help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;(Taken from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orphan_%28film%29"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Daniel learns of the hammer from Max and decides to get it and go to the police. However, Esther sets the treehouse on fire, intending to get rid of the evidence and kill Daniel. Daniel escapes by falling out of the tree, severely injuring his neck. Esther tries to finish him off by smashing a brick over his head, but Max shoves her out of the way just in time. Esther again tries to kill him at the hospital by smothering him with a pillow. As doctors rush to save Daniel, Kate angrily knocks Esther down, and is sedated by doctors.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SpXpNStjJBI/AAAAAAAAEEI/3XAygLl6JHc/s1600-h/Orphan2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SpXpNStjJBI/AAAAAAAAEEI/3XAygLl6JHc/s400/Orphan2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374458144907011090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That night, Esther tries to seduce a drunk John &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(WTH!)&lt;/span&gt;. John realizes Kate was telling the truth all along and threatens to call the orphanage, but Esther stabs him to death. Max witnesses this and hides in her laundry hamper.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As Kate is coming out of sedation, she gets a call from the Saarne Institute's director, Dr. Värava , who reveals that Esther isn't a 9-year-old girl at all, but a 33-year-old woman named Leena Klammer &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(WTF!)&lt;/span&gt;. She has &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hypopituitarism" title="Hypopituitarism"&gt;hypopituitarism&lt;/a&gt;, a disorder that stunted her physical growth, and has spent most of her life posing as a little girl. The doctor tells Kate that Leena is dangerously psychotic, and warns her to protect her family. Kate rushes home, where Leena shoots her in the arm before searching for Max.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Their chase takes them outside to a frozen pond, where Kate and Leena struggle before falling through a hole in the ice. Kate crawls out of the hole, followed by Leena, who begs for her life, addressing Kate as "Mommy". Kate angrily responds that she is not her mother, and kicks Leena in the face, breaking her neck and sending her back into the pond to drown.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew! What a movie la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Isabelle_Fuhrman"&gt;Isabelle Fuhrman&lt;/a&gt;! She's so pretty! Altho she acts as the psychotic Esther in the movie, but still, she's cute! :D&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/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SpXigzgiKWI/AAAAAAAAEDw/syodwDzhbnE/s1600-h/isabelle+fuhrman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SpXigzgiKWI/AAAAAAAAEDw/syodwDzhbnE/s400/isabelle+fuhrman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374450783546911074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Ignore her bunny teeth*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SpXif4v6ghI/AAAAAAAAEDg/Oh_kAbPI-f4/s1600-h/isabelle+fuhrman+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SpXif4v6ghI/AAAAAAAAEDg/Oh_kAbPI-f4/s400/isabelle+fuhrman+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374450767773729298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See the comparison? Wahh so pretty and the one at the background so freaky! Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, honestly, the plot isn't that nice (I don't know why it sounds interesting in writing), especially the ending! It's sooo hanging! It ended just by Kate breaking Esther's neck and sending her back into the cold cold pond to drown, then she walks away with Max. That's it!! They didn't tell how their life was after that or anything! More, they didn't mention that she was a prostitute or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...but it has succesfully made me and Jess scared, oh well, at least the images of Esther was still running in our head when we walked back to the car to go home AND *omg please don't laught at me!!* made me slept in my parents' room.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea yea yea I know u guys must have been laughing at my childish-ness at this point, right? &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad had a good laugh at me last night when I told him I wanted to sleep in his room (he slept in my bedroom), then Mum ( who was half asleep already by then) said "Your fault la. Who asked you to watch that movie?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFLMAO la. Hahahaha I know it sounded so childish but I guess it's kinda funny at some point :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last note: I don't wanna adopt a child after watching this movie! Lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-7684438619862064789?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/7684438619862064789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=7684438619862064789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/7684438619862064789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/7684438619862064789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-swear-i-dont-wanna-adopt-child.html' title='I swear I don&apos;t wanna adopt a child!'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SpXigVWQxKI/AAAAAAAAEDo/ppjhCTI1Ynw/s72-c/isabelle+fuhrman+-+orphan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-7466787997437689868</id><published>2009-08-26T12:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:15:09.472+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bo Liao'/><title type='text'>"What I Have Been Up To Lately" post</title><content type='html'>A standard title for a blog post, huh? Lol :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, these are the 10 things of what I've been up to lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Confirmed: Raya holiday in KL with parents and family's best friend! Maybe we'll go to an island as well there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I just found out about BB cream (so sua koo, I know &gt;.&lt;) and I wanna give it a try. Maybe gonna  buy one from Skin Food when I go to KL next month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Shit, I am out of words. Does this means my life is boring recently? -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Seriously, I'm out of words! Wth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Oh yea! Another Nike Warehouse Sale next month (but this time in Surabaya). Gonna go there with 3 colleagues to take care of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I just realized September is coming very soon, and then November (I skip October la, I love November), and then I'll add another year in my life *damn! I'm gonna be a quarter a century within 2 years!* , and then December, then Hello 2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Oh shit! Will have to start on the next issue of Garuda In-flight Shopping Magazine! When is the dateline, you ask? December.....December! Christmas! Holiday! FML!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I wish it *pointing upwards* won't take my holiday away *big puppy eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Ermm....nothing else?! Ohh wait wait! I just found a cool site! &lt;a href="http://www.candywrappermuseum.com/"&gt;The Candy Wrapper Museum&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Oh yea! Echa just gave me "Chasing Harry Winston" this morning. Looks like a great book. Ok, actually she didn't really give it to me. She just said that she has bought this book, but accidentally bought another one because the covers were different. So she gives this one out (still in plastic wrapper!) to anyone who are interested in reading it. She passed it to me cos I was the only one in the office when she arrived, so I.... Ok it's getting long and pointless. To cut it short, the book is with me now and I'm gonna read it! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kthxbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-7466787997437689868?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/7466787997437689868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=7466787997437689868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/7466787997437689868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/7466787997437689868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-i-have-been-up-to-lately.html' title='&quot;What I Have Been Up To Lately&quot; post'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-3502455008115122963</id><published>2009-08-24T10:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:57:15.242+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>I didn't know CNN loved my blog. LOL so perasan :p</title><content type='html'>When I checked on my stat counter just now, I was quite shocked with the number of visitors I got yesterday n this morning. It may not be that much for some of bloggers (in fact, in can be considered as berrryyy little wan), but it is quite a lot for me since I don't intend to make this blog public. Anyway, what I'm gonna say will probably make some people go "Wth, like that only? and you're so proud about it? It's no big deal at all la!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what happened was...I wrote &lt;a href="http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2009/08/annoying-facebookers.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; yesterday and when I clicked on the "Recent came from" category just now, I found that 98% of yesterday's and today's visitors came from &lt;a href="http://edition.cnn.com/2009/TECH/08/20/annoying.facebook.updaters/index.html?iref=mpstoryview"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SpH97v1TE-I/AAAAAAAAEDQ/87fpiqt5nwU/s1600-h/recent+came+from-24aug09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 172px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SpH97v1TE-I/AAAAAAAAEDQ/87fpiqt5nwU/s400/recent+came+from-24aug09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373355033323836386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like..How the hell could they went into my blog from that article in CNN?! o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curiously, I opened the CNN article again, and I found this at the bottom of the article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SpH98NzZPmI/AAAAAAAAEDY/MTTYcauJWGs/s1600-h/cnn+from+the+blogs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SpH98NzZPmI/AAAAAAAAEDY/MTTYcauJWGs/s400/cnn+from+the+blogs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373355041368915554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Woohooooo~ No wonder la :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-3502455008115122963?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/feeds/3502455008115122963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17848885&amp;postID=3502455008115122963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/3502455008115122963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17848885/posts/default/3502455008115122963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaholic-a.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-didnt-know-cnn-loved-my-blog-lol-p.html' title='I didn&apos;t know CNN loved my blog. LOL so perasan :p'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09833060727867179100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/R2AAhys6CNI/AAAAAAAABIo/l0bwO_HcORE/S220/me+siluet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/SpH97v1TE-I/AAAAAAAAEDQ/87fpiqt5nwU/s72-c/recent+came+from-24aug09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17848885.post-4395315965945816339</id><published>2009-08-21T10:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:47:30.408+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mo Yung'/><title type='text'>The annoying Facebookers</title><content type='html'>Did you guys realize how lots of your friends in Facebook wrote their status? Umm you know, like "Omg I just woke up! I'm gonna be late for school!"; "Eating breakfast"; "I'm sleeping now. Gud nite world"; "Why do you leave me? or anything like that or beyond that or whatever. LOL I'm very sure all of you have at least 10 friends like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I find it funny when I came across &lt;a href="http://edition.cnn.com/2009/TECH/08/20/annoying.facebook.updaters/index.html?iref=mpstoryview"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; article in &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/"&gt;CNN.com&lt;/a&gt; just now. It's kinda true and funny so I gotta share it with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The 12 most annoying types of Facebookers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;August 20, 2009 -- Updated 1706 GMT (0106 HKT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;b&gt;(CNN)&lt;/b&gt; -- Facebook, for better or worse, is like being at a big party with all your friends, family, acquaintances and co-workers.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;!--startclickprintexclude--&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="cnnStoryPhotoBox"&gt;&lt;div id="cnnImgChngr" class="cnnImgChngr"&gt;&lt;!----&gt;&lt;!--===========IMAGE============--&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.cdn.turner.com/cnn/2009/TECH/08/20/annoying.facebook.updaters/art.facebook.user.gi.jpg" alt="Facebook can be a great tool, and an occasional annoyance. What kind of Facebooker are you?" width="292" border="0" height="219" /&gt;&lt;!--===========/IMAGE===========--&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="cnnStoryPhotoCaptionBox"&gt;&lt;div class="cnn3pxTB9pxLRPad"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;!--===========CAPTION==========--&gt;Facebook can be a great tool, and an occasional annoyance. What kind of Facebooker are you?&lt;!--===========/CAPTION=========--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="cnnWireBoxFooter"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.cdn.turner.com/cnn/.element/img/2.0/mosaic/base_skins/baseplate/corner_wire_BL.gif" alt="" width="4" height="4" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                          &lt;!--endclickprintexclude--&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; There are lots of fun, interesting people you're happy to talk to when they stroll up. Then there are the other people, the ones who make you cringe when you see them coming. This article is about those people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Sure, Facebook can be a great tool for keeping up with folks who are important to you. Take the status update, the 160-character message that users post in response to the question, "What's on your mind?" An artful, witty or newsy status update is a pleasure -- a real-time, tiny window into a friend's life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;But far more posts read like navel-gazing diary entries, or worse, spam. A recent study categorized 40 percent of Twitter tweets as "pointless babble," and it wouldn't be surprising if updates on Facebook, still a fast-growing social network, break down in a similar way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="cnnEmbeddedMosLnk"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.cdn.turner.com/cnn/.element/img/2.0/mosaic/tabs/quiz.gif" alt="" width="15" border="0" height="14" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://edition.cnn.com/2009/TECH/08/20/annoying.facebook.updaters/index.html?iref=mpstoryview#cnnSTCOther1" onclick="CNN_changeMosaicTab('otherTab1','other1.html',true);"&gt;Take a CNN quiz: What kind of Facebooker are you? »&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Combine dull status updates with shameless self-promoters, "friend-padders" and that friend of a friend who sends you quizzes every day, and &lt;a href="http://topics.edition.cnn.com/topics/Facebook_Inc" class="cnnInlineTopic"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; becomes a daily reminder of why some people can get on your nerves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Here are 12 of the most annoying types of Facebook users:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The Let-Me-Tell-You-Every-Detail-of-My-Day Bore.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"I'm waking up." "I had Wheaties for breakfast." "I'm bored at work." "I'm stuck in traffic." You're kidding! How fascinating! No moment is too mundane for some people to broadcast unsolicited to the world. Just because you have 432 Facebook friends doesn't mean we all want to know when you're waiting for the bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;!--startclickprintexclude--&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   &lt;!--endclickprintexclude--&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The Self-Promoter.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;OK, so we've probably all posted at least once about some achievement. And sure, maybe your friends really do want to read the fascinating article you wrote about beet farming. But when almost EVERY update is a link to your blog, your poetry reading, your 10k results or your art show, you sound like a bragger or a self-centered careerist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The Friend-Padder.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The average Facebook user has 120 friends on the site. Schmoozers and social butterflies -- you know, the ones who make lifelong pals on the subway -- might reasonably have 300 or 400. But 1,000 "friends?" Unless you're George Clooney or just won the lottery, no one has that many. That's just showing off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The Town Crier.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Michael Jackson is dead!!!" You heard it from me first! Me, and the 213,000 other people who all saw it on TMZ. These Matt Drudge wannabes are the reason many of us learn of breaking news not from TV or news sites but from online social networks. In their rush to trumpet the news, these people also spread rumors, half-truths and innuendo. No, Jeff Goldblum did not plunge to his death from a New Zealand cliff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The TMIer.&lt;/b&gt; "Brad is heading to Walgreens to buy something for these pesky hemorrhoids." Boundaries of privacy and decorum don't seem to exist for these too-much-information updaters, who unabashedly offer up details about their sex lives, marital troubles and bodily functions. Thanks for sharing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The Bad Grammarian.&lt;/b&gt; "So sad about Fara Fauset but Im so gladd its friday yippe". Yes, I know the punctuation rules are different in the digital world. And, no, no one likes a spelling-Nazi schoolmarm. But you sound like a moron.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The Sympathy-Baiter.&lt;/b&gt; "Barbara is feeling sad today." "Man, am I glad that's over." "Jim could really use some good news about now." Like anglers hunting for fish, these sad sacks cast out their hooks -- baited with vague tales of woe -- in the hopes of landing concerned responses. Genuine bad news is one thing, but these manipulative posts are just pleas for attention.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The Lurker.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The Peeping Toms of Facebook, these voyeurs are too cautious, or maybe too lazy, to update their status or write on your wall. But once in a while, you'll be talking to them and they'll mention something you posted, so you know they're on your page, hiding in the shadows. It's just a little creepy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The Crank.&lt;/b&gt; These curmudgeons, like the trolls who spew hate in blog comments, never met something they couldn't complain about. "Carl isn't really that impressed with idiots who don't realize how idiotic they are." [Actual status update.] Keep spreading the love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The Paparazzo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ever visit your Facebook page and discover that someone's posted a photo of you from last weekend's party -- a photo you didn't authorize and haven't even seen? You'd really rather not have to explain to your mom why you were leering like a drunken hyena and French-kissing a bottle of Jagermeister.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The Maddening Obscurist.&lt;/b&gt; "If not now then when?" "You'll see..." "Grist for the mill." "John is, small world." "Dave thought he was immune, but no. No, he is not." [Actual status updates, all.] Sorry, but you're not being mysterious -- just nonsensical.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;!--startclickprintexclude--&gt; &lt;!--endclickprintexclude--&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The Chronic Inviter.&lt;/b&gt; "Support my cause. Sign my petition. Play Mafia Wars with me. Which 'Star Trek' character are you? Here are the 'Top 5 cars I have personally owned.' Here are '25 Things About Me.' Here's a drink. What drink are you? We're related! I took the 'What President Are You?' quiz and found out I'm Millard Fillmore! What president are you?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="cnnInline"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You probably mean well, but stop. Just stop. I don't care what president I am -- can't we simply be friends? Now excuse me while I go post the link to this story on my Facebook page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--startclickprintexclude--&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="cnnWsnr" style="display: inline; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;span class="cnnEmbeddedMosLnk"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;ROFL!! So what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la, I won't deny that I wrote those kind of status sometimes as well lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I took the &lt;a href="http://edition.cnn.com/2009/TECH/08/20/annoying.facebook.updaters/index.html?iref=mpstoryview#cnnSTCOther1"&gt;"What kind of Facebooker are you?"&lt;/a&gt; quiz for fun, and this is my result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/So4GKUpQnuI/AAAAAAAAEDI/wTODY3a8_KY/s1600-h/Facebook+Quiz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 231px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y6qzwsOJXq0/So4GKUpQnuI/AAAAAAAAEDI/wTODY3a8_KY/s400/Facebook+Quiz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372238179909803746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL I don't think so though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17848885-4395315965945816339?l=musicaholic-a.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
