<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965</id><updated>2012-02-17T01:59:47.027+08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Anime'/><category term='Emo'/><category term='Tag'/><category term='Opinion'/><category term='College'/><category term='Personal Life'/><category term='quizzies'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Uni'/><category term='Video'/><category term='Movie'/><category term='School'/><category term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Intricacies of Life</title><subtitle type='html'>The way I view the world.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>255</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-2047957027896251416</id><published>2010-10-27T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T14:38:56.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last.</title><content type='html'>Bye bye! &amp;nbsp;This is gonna be my last post here. Moving to another blog at the advise of a close friend. The link...I'll post it up sometime I guess.. if you don't get it and don't mind reading about the "depressing" stuff I write, leave me a note somewhere I guess..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-2047957027896251416?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/2047957027896251416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=2047957027896251416&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/2047957027896251416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/2047957027896251416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2010/10/last.html' title='Last.'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-7242855063837638666</id><published>2010-10-27T04:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T04:54:00.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blehs.</title><content type='html'>That's it.. I give up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend or Foe, I don't know ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I don't wanna care anymore... Be a jerk, an asshole.. whatever...... I'll just take back what's rightfully mine and won't bother bout anybody anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-7242855063837638666?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/7242855063837638666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=7242855063837638666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/7242855063837638666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/7242855063837638666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2010/10/thats-it.html' title='blehs.'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-1734858164671197370</id><published>2010-10-26T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T14:57:12.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hais. Me, The Brat?</title><content type='html'>I honestly don't know whether it's just me being a selfish brat or whether other people are just being jerks? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm being used like an idiot... With no regards to my feelings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd think if I bought something, I'd be given at least a chance to use that thing first.. but of course, no... Nobody even bothers telling me.. Like duuh... Cause I'm just some insignificant brat on the side of the road right? Well, Jerkasaurus Number 1 just has to rub it in my face and say "we know it's your toy, it's sad you can't be the first to play with it right?" fuck off jerk... just do the whole world a favor and die will ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeaah.. There's a bunch of stuff I wanna put on here.. but the people around me are just so darn sensitive that I can't write a single thing here.... *bang bang* dead....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-1734858164671197370?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/1734858164671197370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=1734858164671197370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/1734858164671197370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/1734858164671197370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2010/10/hais-me-brat.html' title='hais. Me, The Brat?'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-7038964884100046499</id><published>2010-10-13T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T01:50:19.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:( Can I just run away?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDFVwNv4zI/TLSeAnZsslI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Id882b9Gw74/s1600/sun.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDFVwNv4zI/TLSeAnZsslI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Id882b9Gw74/s400/sun.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeaah.. I'm upset again. I don't know whether it's because I'm being a total bitch or because people just expect me to be nice and listen to everything or just expect me to be a total pushover...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get up only to find a totally annoying message on FB.. Here I am trying to get my work done.. and the other party isn't willing to cooperate nicely.. Pretty much expecting me to beg, borrow, steal from shim.. Just to make my life miserable.. Shim keeps complaining like how shim doesn't have enough time.. waking up 15 minutes before class and stuff like that.. when shim was happily spending time online, probably doing nothing while chatting with me. &amp;nbsp;Shim even asked me when I was working so shim could pass me the pictures.. When I said I was working now, shim said shim was lazy to come over.. and asked when was the next time I'm working... Honestly, shim was already lazy enough to come over this time.. Would you believe that shim would even come over the next time? Tons of excuses... Finally, shim decided to just upload it after much persuasion... The next day, shim sent a message saying "You better be grateful I'm doing this. =P"&lt;br /&gt;....... wtf............................ I'd have loved to reply "Go to hell..." but.. it'd be pointless... zzz.. This idiot always thinks s/he is right anyway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else happened after that.. But I don't really wanna write about it here.. All I wanna say is.. what response am I expected to give when I can't say anything else besides I don't know? &amp;nbsp;It's not my fault I can't give a definite response.. and if you already knew that, why get mad at me for giving a response you already know? Did you expect me to say everything will be alright when I can't say that? Did you expect me to go around reassuring you that he won't quiz us? ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.. I think being a recluse is my best option right now.. I'll just turn off my phone and spend the entire day hiding somewhere..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-7038964884100046499?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/7038964884100046499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=7038964884100046499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/7038964884100046499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/7038964884100046499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2010/10/can-i-just-run-away.html' title=':( Can I just run away?'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDFVwNv4zI/TLSeAnZsslI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Id882b9Gw74/s72-c/sun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-3677603392808045585</id><published>2010-09-28T06:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T06:50:44.315+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni'/><title type='text'>hmm</title><content type='html'>After reading my blog posts in the past, I think I'm losing my sense of humor.. NOOOOoooooooo!!!!!!!! TT_TT Should I blame it on me being the "overachiever" like how Jan puts it? I guess I brought it upon myself, joining so many stuff on top of working 13.5 hours a week, learning a totally new language and taking a couple of junior level classes at one go. Then again, if I didn't start taking junior level classes now, I'd be dead over the next few semesters cause management minor is made up of mostly junior / senior level classes. On a side note, my new darling is heeeeeeeeeerrrrrreeeeeeeeeee~~~~~~~~~~!! :D Thinking of a name for my silver PSP now. :) &amp;nbsp;Hope I'll get to play it after all these tests are over ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. Teresa and I started watching Gossip Girl over the weekend. &amp;nbsp;Gotta say, it's not that bitchy / brainless as I thought it would be. &amp;nbsp;It was really rather interesting! Only downside is.. It spans like 5 seasons and we're still at the first. lolol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the next picture I have up for the day~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDFVwNv4zI/TKEandmQYsI/AAAAAAAAATk/UMvI2gTMjIk/s1600/car.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDFVwNv4zI/TKEandmQYsI/AAAAAAAAATk/UMvI2gTMjIk/s400/car.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;from Abilene to Kansas, in the car, messing with color options. I'm making it a little smaller than usual cause I took it horizontally.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Gotta say.. I was pretty bored when I took that picture. lols. Didn't tinker with anything besides adding the watermark while in Photoshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh~~ Feels so good to be able to spend bout 10-15 mins just looking through pictures and not having to think bout how to talk to Racists or my other obligations. :)&lt;br /&gt;I'd really love to blog about things that go on in my uni, especially that funny racist incident.. but because I'm in the land of "freedom", I can't really do that since some people would think I'm defaming them and take me to court. Oh... So much for freedom of speech.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-3677603392808045585?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/3677603392808045585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=3677603392808045585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/3677603392808045585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/3677603392808045585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2010/09/hmm.html' title='hmm'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDFVwNv4zI/TKEandmQYsI/AAAAAAAAATk/UMvI2gTMjIk/s72-c/car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-6036180880435557453</id><published>2010-09-27T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T10:23:33.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mockingjay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Kinda disappointed with the last book in the Hunger Game series.. The first two books were really great.. The third book started off really well, but the ending was just..... oh...... kinda like watching "Salt".. I didn't mind that she killed off quite a number of people cause it wasn't half as bad as the ending in Harry Potter. I was more upset with the untied loose ends and her rushing through the story.. :( Probably because her publisher was rushing her to finish by the deadline.. That's why I don't really like publishers. They ruin the imagination and flair of authors. &amp;nbsp;Oh well.. Here's a picture that brightened up my miserable day and week and hopefully yours too. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDFVwNv4zI/TJ__6aYPTVI/AAAAAAAAATg/PYONzGcJj-w/s1600/roadback.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDFVwNv4zI/TJ__6aYPTVI/AAAAAAAAATg/PYONzGcJj-w/s640/roadback.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taken on the way back from Kansas to Abilene :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-6036180880435557453?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/6036180880435557453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=6036180880435557453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/6036180880435557453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/6036180880435557453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2010/09/mockingjay.html' title='Mockingjay'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDFVwNv4zI/TJ__6aYPTVI/AAAAAAAAATg/PYONzGcJj-w/s72-c/roadback.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-8249339378042225388</id><published>2010-08-08T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T23:46:41.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROAAARRRR!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I don't like this... I don't like this even one f*cking bit... I hate writing when I'm mad... But if I don't.. I think I'll erupt like Mt. St. Helens. &amp;nbsp;Either that or I start playing make belief, create little dolls and stab a blade through its heart... &amp;nbsp;Enough is enough.. Go play your favoritism all you want... I'm so f-cking fed up... One stupid emo little brat goes all crazy and all you do is give her a baby-style pep talk that won't even f-cking change her empress-like&amp;nbsp;attitude. &amp;nbsp;I stare at my comp screen and you give me a hell of a f-cking scream... What the heck is wrong wei... I'm not the one with a major exam next month nor am I the brat who leaves a camera on a chair for people to steal... Neither am I the insolent little bitch who deserves to be slapped for her apparent lack of respect for those older than her... Gaaaahh... I don't care le...!! Whatever I say just falls on deaf ears anyway.... That, or you totally say the opposite of what I say.. I hate it.. If you ask for my opinions, respect em... But you? &amp;nbsp;You just toss em aside like some trash... &amp;nbsp;Whatever.. If that's the way you're gonna play it, I'm just gonna keep my f-cking retarded opinions to myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-8249339378042225388?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/8249339378042225388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=8249339378042225388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/8249339378042225388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/8249339378042225388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2010/08/roaaarrrr.html' title='ROAAARRRR!!!!!'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-8887751883022680635</id><published>2010-08-05T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T14:19:24.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lmao.. Never thought I'd see something this ridiculous</title><content type='html'>While I was eating lunch, I happened to come across a super funny article (Yeah yeaah.. I know most people read the newspapers when they take breakfast... ) regarding online gaming and anime "cartoons". &amp;nbsp;A "very concerned" person from Subang Jaya wrote the article... and I think the person was probably high on dope or something when writing the article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2010/8/5/focus/6795835&amp;amp;sec=focus"&gt;here's&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;the article. &amp;nbsp;Even my dad laughed when he saw the article. &amp;nbsp;How can these parents blame online games, cyber cafes and animes for causing a bad relationship with their children? &amp;nbsp;Get real man... The only people they can truly blame are themselves for all the mischief that their children cause them. &amp;nbsp;If they think that online games and animes are causing society to degenerate, I can only say they're misguided. &amp;nbsp;Most kids end up in cyber cafes playing traunt and stuff is because there's no parent figure around to guide them the minute they walk down the "wrong path". &amp;nbsp;If this "very concerned" person truly wants to stop his/her child from all these "vices", then, quit your job and learn to help your child! &amp;nbsp;Same goes to those "friends" who have been complaining about all these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Online games exist because there's a demand.. It's a virtual world we can run off to when reality gets boring or tough. &amp;nbsp;It's like a hideout/stress reliever to me. &amp;nbsp; As for anime, gotta say... I wouldn't have picked up Jap if it wasn't because of the existence of anime. &amp;nbsp;Besides, if this "very concerned" person thinks anime cartoons should be banned, then shouldn't kdramas, hk dramas and the like be banned to? &amp;nbsp;After all, they do get our dear parents addicted and glued to the screen, forgetting all about their kids right? ;) &amp;nbsp;Cyber cafes exist for the&amp;nbsp;convenience to others too.. So you can't exactly go around asking for every cyber cafe in the country to be closed down. &amp;nbsp;Used wisely, anything can be of use... But when overused, like drugs, it becomes addictive and bad too...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Honestly, there's nothing wrong with the existence of all these things.. The problem lies in us. &amp;nbsp;Even if all those were banned, kids would still come up with something else to replace those. &amp;nbsp;So, until parents learn to play an important role in the lives of their children, social problems will continue to exist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-8887751883022680635?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/8887751883022680635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=8887751883022680635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/8887751883022680635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/8887751883022680635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2010/08/lmao-never-thought-id-see-something.html' title='lmao.. Never thought I&apos;d see something this ridiculous'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-7152080766111998724</id><published>2010-07-10T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T00:40:57.680+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>Oh My Dear Aunt...</title><content type='html'>You'll probably never come across this throughout your entire life because, well, I doubt you even care about the feelings of others when you spout those words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you care about, from what I can see, is image, like all the other billions of Kiasu Asians. &amp;nbsp;I'm guessing you probably picked up that Kiasu-ness from the land down South when you got a scholarship to study there back in the old days. &amp;nbsp;Then, you decided to fly away to the other side of planet Earth, leaving your family behind, with grandpa's heart all broken and torn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, on the rare occasion you came back, you still managed to break more hearts, tearing apart the feelings and hopes of other people. &amp;nbsp;Yeah.. Sure, I'm in some no name Uni not worthy of being mentioned, not like an Ivy League of the sorts... But, what and who gave you the right to criticize my choice having been absent from my life for like.. oh.. Forever? &amp;nbsp;You must be pretty ashamed of this niece of yours who couldn't even get into some branded University like you and your kids to criticize my choice right in front of my mother when I had already left the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid, I truly was proud of you. &amp;nbsp;Daddy would talk about you and your contributions all the time. &amp;nbsp;But... That's not the case anymore. &amp;nbsp;I'm truly and honestly sad to discover that the person I looked up to had the same mindset as all the other pathetic souls in this materialistic world. &amp;nbsp;You never did anything for us... So, why should my choice be of any concern to you if you never cared? &amp;nbsp;If you truly are the genius my father described you to be, you'd butt out of my life. &amp;nbsp;I've had enough of being a puppet my entire life. &amp;nbsp;I don't need to start up another freak show just so you can show off to the people you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-7152080766111998724?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/7152080766111998724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=7152080766111998724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/7152080766111998724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/7152080766111998724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2010/07/oh-my-dear-aunt.html' title='Oh My Dear Aunt...'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-2612205552724533388</id><published>2010-06-28T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T15:55:37.989+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>My New Obsession</title><content type='html'>I'm such a kid... I run from one end to the other all excited, trying to get my hands on everything and anything in my sights that I like. &amp;nbsp;Just like a kid with her new found toy.. &amp;nbsp;My Obsessions are going to cost me such a bomb... TT_TT &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after 3 years, my obsession for BJDs hasn't gone away... But I know if I do get one, it'd be an "OFF WITH HER HEAD" scenario. &amp;nbsp;Maybe it's because of the ability to create a story, changing that doll into what I wish I could be, doing what I wish I could do. &amp;nbsp;All this free time is making my imagination run wild...! &amp;nbsp;I don't know where to go with all these things in my head........ =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-2612205552724533388?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/2612205552724533388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=2612205552724533388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/2612205552724533388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/2612205552724533388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-new-obsession.html' title='My New Obsession'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-5668061096797084106</id><published>2010-05-04T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T10:19:10.636+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>Finals</title><content type='html'>Okay.. 3 more days of finals, two days of slacking around, and off I go to Korea!!&amp;nbsp; Kinda nervous cause the I haven't been assigned a volunteer tour guide... which would most probably mean I'll be walking around not knowing a single word in Korean while people think I am Korean.. uh-oh.. lolx. (It doesn't help that my fellow Malaysian friends here at HSU thought I was a Korean student when I first came here.. oh gosh.. ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of my hardest papers are now over.&amp;nbsp; Well... when I say hard, I don't mean hard like A-levels hard... I can study the day before and still make an A on the papers here.. haha. It's not that bad. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. and it seems my gmail account was kinda.. hacked?&amp;nbsp; It got suspended for awhile... I only realized it was suspended when I couldn't get into my blog. haha. And when I finally got it.. "un-suspended", I saw weird bounced mails in my inbox.&amp;nbsp; Hmm... Maybe I shouldn't log on to my blog while in the computer lab... Those things are ancient beasts. lolx. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, see you guys back home soon!!&amp;nbsp; Will be landing on May 11, 10.45pm!! Wanna go mamak? XD I suspect my jet lag is gonna be awful and it'll take a few days for me to get my days and nights right.. hahas. If you guys are on holiday too, let me know!! I kinda wanna travel up to Taiping and&amp;nbsp;Penang, down to Melaka, Johor and Singapore but my parents won't be free.. so.. yeaah..&amp;nbsp;contact me if you're interested!! *I'm&amp;nbsp;sorta preparing an itinerary for when Amanda comes back with me so I can show her all the cool stuff*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-5668061096797084106?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/5668061096797084106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=5668061096797084106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/5668061096797084106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/5668061096797084106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2010/05/finals.html' title='Finals'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-3955680680749120156</id><published>2010-04-26T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T10:58:56.306+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>13 Days and counting</title><content type='html'>13 days (More like 12&amp;nbsp;1/2 days) till I embark on my journey to Korea then.. Destination home!! =)) Can't wait till I getta take a break from it all.. Especially the allergies. geehs.. My nose runs like a lose tap without allergy meds.. it's such a pain in the butt.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.. I fell sick again.. haha.. As usual, mom was going on and on and on and on via MSN telling me to take this take that, do this do that.. (half of which I failed to comply to... shhhhhh&amp;nbsp;... ) I can hear Eel in the background going.. "xuan ah... What did you do this time?" But honestly, I'm not falling sick as much as before but I'm falling down a lot more than usual.. hahaha. Glad I didn't have to tell my mom bout the X-Ray since the hospital paid it off&amp;nbsp; =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Cat, I'll be home in slightly more than 2 weeks now!! ^^ Wait for me yeaah!! Then we'll go on those Times Square trips and stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for thought.. Between encrypted posts and private blogs, which do you think is better?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-3955680680749120156?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/3955680680749120156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=3955680680749120156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/3955680680749120156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/3955680680749120156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2010/04/13-days-and-counting.html' title='13 Days and counting'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-7770264681777155457</id><published>2010-04-25T10:44:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T11:23:08.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ahhhhhhhhhh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="iDerk2.0" 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href="javascript:decryptText('iDerk2.0')"&gt;Click to Decrypt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Key &amp;nbsp;= iDerk2.0's Full name, no space, all lowercase. &amp;nbsp;And please don't shout it out.. lolx. Sorry iDerk2.0.. It was the only thing I could come up with. hahas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-7770264681777155457?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/7770264681777155457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=7770264681777155457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/7770264681777155457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/7770264681777155457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2010/04/ahhhhhhhhhh.html' title='ahhhhhhhhhh...'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-1728256136704038185</id><published>2010-03-19T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T00:16:02.892+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>S.O.S!</title><content type='html'>Yeaah.. I need help.. Kinda. lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking a lot the past few days.. but I still can't crack the "code"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone started calling me the "L" word.. but wouldn't tell me what "L" word stands for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the 'clues'.. &amp;nbsp;It's not really suitable for guys but it's fine for girls... It's not little... it's not lesbo.. &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-1728256136704038185?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/1728256136704038185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=1728256136704038185&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/1728256136704038185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/1728256136704038185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2010/03/sos.html' title='S.O.S!'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-8342370247482851502</id><published>2010-03-10T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T13:35:47.571+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni'/><title type='text'>7 weeks and counting</title><content type='html'>7 more weeks and I'll be home!!!! YESH~~~ Now.. If only I can get rid of this stupid blasted headache that's been plaguing me for days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally making As in my Freshman Writing class. haha. Remember how I complained so much bout my professor being absolutely strict last year? Well.. I guess it kinda paid off cause I'm probably scoring the highest in class now.. lolx. All my essays have been 97 so far even though I think they were kinda.. sucky.. Lol. I've got a 96% average in the class.. XD My most stressful class last year is now the most relaxing class for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to sleep now~ Can't wait for Spring to come.. &amp;nbsp;I'm already seeing signs of life on campus~ ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-8342370247482851502?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/8342370247482851502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=8342370247482851502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/8342370247482851502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/8342370247482851502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2010/03/7-weeks-and-counting.html' title='7 weeks and counting'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-4232602992905401213</id><published>2010-03-09T15:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T15:59:15.760+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>Footsteps..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDFVwNv4zI/S5X9HsLH2FI/AAAAAAAAASw/y0jeyH5OHkY/s1600-h/P1010169.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDFVwNv4zI/S5X9HsLH2FI/AAAAAAAAASw/y0jeyH5OHkY/s320/P1010169.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Let me walk on my own..&lt;br /&gt;I may fall, but I will learn to pick myself up.&lt;br /&gt;Let me pave my own way...&lt;br /&gt;I may meet a wall, but I wanna break it down with my own two hands.&lt;br /&gt;Let me dream of reaching for the stars...&lt;br /&gt;I may not reach them, but at least I know I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because that's all that matters to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeaah.. I'm upset again.. I don't know why. &amp;nbsp;All I heard was the truth, but I'm still upset. I'm being a baby again. &amp;nbsp;I know.. So.. It's time to suck it up and crawl up!! =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-4232602992905401213?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/4232602992905401213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=4232602992905401213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/4232602992905401213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/4232602992905401213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2010/03/let-me-walk-on-my-own.html' title='Footsteps..'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDFVwNv4zI/S5X9HsLH2FI/AAAAAAAAASw/y0jeyH5OHkY/s72-c/P1010169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-792355136354077611</id><published>2010-03-03T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T10:28:29.398+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>Absolutely Awful</title><content type='html'>I just feel absolutely awful right now... Everything seems to go wrong again. &amp;nbsp;My rational mind knows I'm just exaggerating, but I just don't feel great right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since told off for that pathetic stupid blunder I made at the library while on duty, my emotions are now just&amp;nbsp;spiraling outta control to the pits of the abyss. It doesn't help that some dude decides to go into the practice room next to mine and play superb pieces, pushing me further into that pit of despair. *Yeah.. I'm being a drama queen..* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. and that round ball just has to go around making fun of what I do. &amp;nbsp;Wth.. It's my life.. What I do is my bloody business.. I don't understand why people just can't leave me alone sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I hate company.. I love my best buds.. I just don't like people who keep bugging me.. It's a pain to deal with people when I have to think how I should act and care about all my bloody fucking actions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaay.. I'm done ranting... Since I can't run out to play the piano right now *the music students are prepping for exams and are in almost all the practice rooms*, this is like my shout out point now... Back to pivoting in game theory....... =((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-792355136354077611?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/792355136354077611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=792355136354077611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/792355136354077611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/792355136354077611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2010/03/absolutely-awful.html' title='Absolutely Awful'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-4450568812364415321</id><published>2009-12-09T05:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T05:55:48.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sorry.. But nothing’s gonna change the way I think.&amp;#160; Nothing happened and nothing will happen… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-4450568812364415321?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/4450568812364415321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=4450568812364415321&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/4450568812364415321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/4450568812364415321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2009/12/sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-5508463457712024856</id><published>2009-11-24T15:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T15:13:50.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Break!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Woohoo!!&amp;#160; Thanksgiving break is here!! It’s a 5 day break before the one week of class and finals (which is before the 1 month long Christmas break!).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My research paper on Designer Babies was completed on time!&amp;#160; It was the first time ever I finished an essay before midnight!&amp;#160; ^^v&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Scored full marks on my calculus test, scored a 94 for my business test.. and.. a 90 for my accounts – didn’t blast the curve this time.. XD My speech… was… horrible… lolx. So horrible, the score is now *bleeped*. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyways, I’ll be going to Kansas tomorrow!&amp;#160; Following Amanda back to her grandparents place.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Her grandpa is really amazing!&amp;#160; He’s gonna be driving 6 hours straight from Kansas, go for lunch, and drive us 6 hours back!&amp;#160; Oh.. and he’s 60+ I think… haha.&amp;#160; Truly amazing.&amp;#160; Kinda sad cause I won’t be able to see her mom cause now I can’t thank her personally for the gifts =( (she knit a wool beanie and a pair of mittens for my birthday present!!) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Nites guys! Gotta get up early tomorrow to pack for the trip! =D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-5508463457712024856?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/5508463457712024856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=5508463457712024856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/5508463457712024856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/5508463457712024856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-break.html' title='Thanksgiving Break!!'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-7866108690256475846</id><published>2009-11-12T10:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T10:04:15.175+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni'/><title type='text'>Autumn Leaves</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;As I promised, pictures!! There aren't many cause I couldn't really snap shots with people walking up and around staring at me wondering why I was taking pictures under the glaring sun.. hahas. &amp;nbsp;I'll try to snap more when the people clear out over the weekend~&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDFVwNv4zI/Svtvux9zQkI/AAAAAAAAAG4/CEMlns9J5ls/s1600-h/P1000912-edit.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDFVwNv4zI/Svtvux9zQkI/AAAAAAAAAG4/CEMlns9J5ls/s640/P1000912-edit.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDFVwNv4zI/SvtwIRK_mOI/AAAAAAAAAHA/I2QPHxr99BM/s1600-h/P1000913-edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDFVwNv4zI/SvtwIRK_mOI/AAAAAAAAAHA/I2QPHxr99BM/s640/P1000913-edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDFVwNv4zI/SvtwKvVkJnI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Eo9Ig2-fcD0/s1600-h/P1000914-edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDFVwNv4zI/SvtwKvVkJnI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Eo9Ig2-fcD0/s640/P1000914-edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDFVwNv4zI/SvtwNO34ZiI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/t372v4zHfH0/s1600-h/P1000916-edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDFVwNv4zI/SvtwNO34ZiI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/t372v4zHfH0/s640/P1000916-edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*sorry.. Didn't really edit it nicely.. T__T Will try again the next time I'm free*&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDFVwNv4zI/SvtwPUoYyDI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KsGDiEdjens/s1600-h/P1000918-edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDFVwNv4zI/SvtwPUoYyDI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KsGDiEdjens/s640/P1000918-edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDFVwNv4zI/SvtzInzqQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/uzVuPJMvxvc/s1600-h/P1000919-edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDFVwNv4zI/SvtzInzqQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/uzVuPJMvxvc/s640/P1000919-edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDFVwNv4zI/SvtwUlR6uwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/sGUvT1lhWoc/s1600-h/P1000921-edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDFVwNv4zI/SvtwUlR6uwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/sGUvT1lhWoc/s640/P1000921-edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;The above pictures were all taken at the area behind Conally Missions Centre on campus. &amp;nbsp;It's my favourite place on campus cause there's hardly anybody there. *Notice the leaves on the ground?* hahas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDFVwNv4zI/SvtwXTXFCeI/AAAAAAAAAHw/bEm99krClDE/s1600-h/P1000923-edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDFVwNv4zI/SvtwXTXFCeI/AAAAAAAAAHw/bEm99krClDE/s640/P1000923-edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;This is the top floor of the music building, Caldwell Hall, where the practice rooms are. Pretty isn't it?&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: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;It took me ages to get this posted up.. I had it all done in Windows Live Writer but it refused to post!! So I had to re-edit all the pictures and retype everything (well, there wasn't much to type to begin with.. hahas) &amp;nbsp;That's it for now! &amp;nbsp;Till the people clear out of campus, I'm off to read on genetic engineering.. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-7866108690256475846?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/7866108690256475846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=7866108690256475846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/7866108690256475846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/7866108690256475846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2009/11/autumn-leaves.html' title='Autumn Leaves'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDFVwNv4zI/Svtvux9zQkI/AAAAAAAAAG4/CEMlns9J5ls/s72-c/P1000912-edit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-2587463580122456758</id><published>2009-11-11T12:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T12:57:57.278+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I'm not dead. haha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Currently listening to : 童话 - 光良&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is totally random.. I just felt like typing something even though there's really nothing to put up. hahas. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still working on writing an essay regarding "Designer Babies" and fretting on my speech which I have to present on the 18th but have yet to begin preparing.  I'm such a procrastinator... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Working on getting my butt out to take some wonderful pictures.  hahas. Every time I step out of my room, I keep forgetting to bring my camera along.  The leaves are changing colors and falling now.  It's quite a sight to behold if you know where to go.  I'll try to remember tomorrow! =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look forward to a post of colors tomorrow! (Although the guy who sits next to me in speech class says that in Abilene the trees just change from green to brown in Autumn. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I guess it's time to let go...  My heart feels kinda heavy.  My feelings seem to be pulling me back, I don't wanna forget...  But I have to if I wanna move on I guess... Grasping for something I know I can't get is just so not me...  Even the prospects of Ling Ling being my maid and Hua being my butler seem much more brighter than that stupid thought that keeps floating in my mind.  So... goodbye my precious memories.  This is the last time I'll visit you.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-2587463580122456758?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/2587463580122456758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=2587463580122456758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/2587463580122456758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/2587463580122456758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-not-dead-haha.html' title='I&apos;m not dead. haha'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-5535293382719767003</id><published>2009-11-10T06:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T07:05:20.417+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni'/><title type='text'>Lil bit here and there</title><content type='html'>15 days till Thanksgiving break!! Can't wait for the break to arrive.  Cause, once the break arrives, it means I'll be done with my speech on Visa application and my research essay on genetic engineering.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just so you know, I'm not taking any form of science class this semester. So, why genetic engineering essay?  It's for my freshman writing class. haha. Surprised you not I hope. lolx. I've written an essay on the unconscious mind, Emerson (I still hate Emerson, no idea why David Lim loves him so much), Douglass and Machiavelli's Prince.  It feels like a mix of different classes as the professor quizzes us on stuff like the artist of a painting, the painting, and we read up a bunch of stuff from the human mind to nature. hahas.  And that, my dear friends, is my English / Psychology / Art class. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, I've received my Windows 7!! Hallelujah baby~ It's a tad faster than Vista.  So far so good.  Took me ages to upgrade it to 7 but at least now I don't get the blue screen of death if I update. lol.  It's not much different in functions compared to Vista, except.. I can't get my WMP to appear in the taskbar... =( So now, the info and stuff is stuck on my sidebar. Oh well, it works anyway since my desktop is widescreen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's about it for now.  If you don't see an update from me in errm.. 1 week.. consider me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. dead (XD)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. tortured by assignments and rushing to finish off speech&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. receiving the blue screen of death from windows 7. hahas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;toodles~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-5535293382719767003?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/5535293382719767003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=5535293382719767003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/5535293382719767003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/5535293382719767003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2009/11/lil-bit-here-and-there.html' title='Lil bit here and there'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-6065388697691651382</id><published>2009-10-31T14:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T15:14:52.806+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni'/><title type='text'>Ahahaha</title><content type='html'>OMG OMG OMG IT'S A POST!!!  - &lt;i&gt;at least that's what I think those of you who "read" my blog will think [if there are any left hahaha]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reason why I'm blogging? Well.. my dear friend Shawn doesn't wanna sleep cause he's a lazy bum who doesn't wanna walk to turn off the lights (even though it's less than 10 feet away) and wants a chat buddy. haha.  Plus.. I don't have anything else to keep me awake really... I watched my "quota" of Heroes, read all the manga I'm following, and my dumb games on FB are ready to be left alone.. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay.. Updates on my life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is Halloween!! err... To be more accurate, it's already 1 hour and 39 minutes since the beginning of Halloween. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before that, I went to the Green's for dinner and bible study session *it's not really a bible study session.. Just a short story really*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later, we played Captain ball with the International Students.  It was really fun! haha. Miss da game loads.. Really miss the times I played the game with Winnie, Lynnie and Mia! =)  Amanda is like a super thrower.. Before the destroyer David arrived, every shot Amanda threw was caught perfectly by Darshik (I *think* I spelt it right..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Captain Ball, it was Pumpkin Hunt!!  We decided to search for the pumpkins in a group.  We had to search in the dark using only our handphones and iPods (torchlights weren't allowed but some of them used it anyway).  We kinda got separated halfway through... So I started shouting out Mommy - David is the Mommy of our little International Group.  David didn't want to be called Mommy... I said "But there are probably like five or six Davids here. So I have to call out Mommy...."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We didn't manage to find any pumpkins as we started the hunt late.  Most people had already left the building by then... But some kind souls gave Katie pumpkins!! Katie gave one to me and one to Steph so both of us got Pumpkin hunt shirts. ^^V&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later, we took a couple of pumpkins each and went over to the large area in front of Sid Richardson building, the science building, and started hurling pumpkins! haha.  If you haven't already guessed, yours truly, moi, was the lousiest at every single pumpkin throw. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ended our little pumpkin throwing session around 11pm.. My hands were so cold they went numb... Really... I'm glad they finally turned the heater on in my dorm! haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was pretty much my day before Halloween!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till next time~ (I'll put up pictures next time to show you guys around my uni!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-6065388697691651382?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/6065388697691651382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=6065388697691651382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/6065388697691651382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/6065388697691651382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2009/10/ahahaha.html' title='Ahahaha'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-1268649769075402247</id><published>2009-07-22T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T00:23:11.529+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>lalala~</title><content type='html'>Mia successfully persuaded the lazy me to update...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads of stuff have happened during my... errr... 4 months of absence? lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In summary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College life has ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My law paper was a total mess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm flying to USA in August...&lt;br /&gt;(This means the end of me cleaning hamster cages! whahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear sister is victim to the BM education plotted by stupid officials.  They truly never fail to amuse me with their stupidity.  My parents would probably send her to take O-levels instead at this rate.  After all, it'd be pointless for her to study it in BM for only two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'VE GOT MY CREDIT CARD~~ It's a supplementary card.  But it's still kinda cool to have that rectangular silver card in my purse (or should it be called a wallet? lol).   Though I'll probably never use it since I don't really like paying in credit.  It sorta gives a false sense of security...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few weeks have been super tiring...  There's so much I wanna do but so little time left. =(  I couldn't even go to the Leonardo da Vinci exhibition in Singapore... *depressed*  I was really looking forward to it.  My dad forbade me from going to Singapore cause most people take public transport and the country is kinda small, increasing the chances of me contracting a flu.  I blame the stupid swine flu for its exhistence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have to endure constant naggings pushing me to pack my luggage when I still needa use the clothes.  gaaahh... And my mom keeps prying into my personal affairs, it drains the life out of me trying to answer her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... It's time to get back to my 'projects' and retire for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to upload pics when I get to USA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note: Tora from alice nine. has the same b'day as me!! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-1268649769075402247?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/1268649769075402247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=1268649769075402247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/1268649769075402247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/1268649769075402247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2009/07/lalala.html' title='lalala~'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-5947679125948467486</id><published>2009-03-23T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:14:38.052+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>Money money, where are you my honey...</title><content type='html'>A few days ago, an expensive looking envelope was delivered to my house...  Addressed to me...  Well, not exactly me, but my parents.  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an invitation to a sort of Leadership summit / program in the USA, organized by People to People Ambassador Programs.  Through the program, you get to visit some major universities such as Harvard and Stanford.  (润和， not you... XD)  At the same time, you'd be joining student ambassadors from all over the world!  How cool is that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, it's a program that you can attend only by invitation.  If you wanna apply, you'd have to go through some review and interview process.  Sounds kinda high and mighty yea?  Well, it comes with a hefty price tag of $2,795 USD, not including plane ticket...  In Malaysian ringgit, that'd be about RM20,000 including plane ticket...  Not something an average family in Malaysia would be able to fork out huh...  I really had high hopes of going for the summit, but after seeing the cost of the plane ticket, my heart really sank deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose this is why they say that the rich are the ones that get all the opportunity in the world.  It's a once in a lifetime chance, yet all I can is wait and hope for a miracle to happen...  But of course, I'm still trying to do everything within my means to obtain sponsorship to go to the event.  I really hope the current economic gloom wouldn't ruin my chances of going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-5947679125948467486?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/5947679125948467486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=5947679125948467486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/5947679125948467486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/5947679125948467486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2009/03/money-money-where-are-you-my-honey.html' title='Money money, where are you my honey...'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-1991153288291342248</id><published>2009-03-11T19:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T11:52:47.218+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>My Limit... Is she the sky?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDFVwNv4zI/SbemF9eoBqI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/xM9yd_okZPc/s1600-h/flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDFVwNv4zI/SbemF9eoBqI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/xM9yd_okZPc/s320/flower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311896906839361186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky's the limit, so they say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder... If it truly is so, why then am I getting reprimanded for doing what I want?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-1991153288291342248?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/1991153288291342248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=1991153288291342248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/1991153288291342248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/1991153288291342248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-limit-is-she-sky.html' title='My Limit... Is she the sky?'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDFVwNv4zI/SbemF9eoBqI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/xM9yd_okZPc/s72-c/flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-7376159056719371864</id><published>2009-03-09T01:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T02:16:38.530+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like a river it flows...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On and on, never stopping till it runs dry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the days Jee did all those silly stuff in school... Kicking a fireball in the hallway, the glue, the plastic bag in the toilet... (only the ACG would know what happened back then. =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm packed to the brim with projects and assignments.  I know I haven't been a stellar friend to most of you, missing all those gatherings.  Projects and assignments are just excuses, I know.  I'm just superbly bad at managing my time that 24 hours a day just doesn't seem to be enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying, planning business, moral project... bla bla bla... The charity games carnival is on the 21st of March.  Then, the following week would be Treasure Hunt. hahaha.  So, to my wonderful friends, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mia especially&lt;/span&gt;, come on the 21st yea!! And Weeekie too! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; If you wanna see the chicken coup. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In April, trials begin, offer letters come in, choices have to be made...  In May, the real exam starts and in June, my college life will come to an end.  It's kinda sad knowing only a few months of my college life is left.  It's even sadder to think that I'll most probably leave the country in mid-August.  Worst still, EeL is going ahead of me!!  =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In July, I'll probably be going around taking pictures and filling up my picture album to bring with me to the USA (if I get accepted... haha).  Either that, or get a job...  But then again, I don't really wanna spend my last month here working...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea... Make space in your calendar for me in July k guys and gals? If not, don't blame me if I miss out your souvenier when I come back.. hahas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-7376159056719371864?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/7376159056719371864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=7376159056719371864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/7376159056719371864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/7376159056719371864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2009/03/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-5667935410507849831</id><published>2009-02-16T21:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T21:14:27.709+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>I hate needles... =(</title><content type='html'>The one day I'm free from maths homework, mom chases me out of the house over the phone. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason?  My blood test results for Hepatitis B antibodies was negative. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have a large blue-black on my right hand from where the blood was taken and a left arm that aches every time I move.  Stupid jab.  I ended up taking a jab for both Hepatitis A and B.  =(  All I can say is, "IT HURTS!"  I even have to take a 2nd and 3rd vaccination... T_____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it isn't that bad if I compare it with a dislocated arm and stuff of the like...  *Trying to distract myself from the poking pain...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention mom chased me out before I even ate dinner?  Well, she did.  I ended up taking dinner at 9pm.  She even called while I was at the clinic just to inform dad that she would be eating first!  EVIL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-5667935410507849831?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/5667935410507849831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=5667935410507849831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/5667935410507849831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/5667935410507849831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-hate-needles.html' title='I hate needles... =('/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-7719205864608500782</id><published>2009-02-05T23:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T21:09:56.402+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><title type='text'>SWOT</title><content type='html'>Nope.  It is not a misspelled SWAT team. SWOT stands for....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;trength&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;eakness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;pportunities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;hreats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;SWOT is a type of analysis that businesses use to asses their strengths, weaknesses, opportunities and threats that could be faced.  Of course, everybody has their own SWOTs...  So, we did an analysis of each other in business class!  Cool right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda funny cause Alex and Kenneth couldn't think of what to write for my weakness!!  Haha!!  Alex said I was two-faced since I probably tried to cover up my weaknesses so nobody would know.  =(  I never do that!  LoL.  But it's nice knowing that my weaknesses are hard to spot.  ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, madame said nobody was perfect, so they had to think up of something somehow to put in my 'W'.  Madame then compiled it all into a piece of paper so we wouldn't know who wrote what.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There are only five of us in class, so we can pretty much guess who wrote what by the handwriting if madame hadn't done that. LoL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, this was what came up in my 'W':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Not so athletic (undeniable... XD but what surprised me was that someone wrote athlete under my opportunities o.o)&lt;br /&gt;- Soft spoken&lt;br /&gt;- Low self-confidence&lt;br /&gt;- Doesn't realise own strength&lt;br /&gt;- Ignorant at times. (I know Alex wrote this.  LoL.  Well, ignorance is bliss! hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, everything that was written on my paper was really really nice.  =)  Thanks guys!&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/22939965-7719205864608500782?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/7719205864608500782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=7719205864608500782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/7719205864608500782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/7719205864608500782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2009/02/swot.html' title='SWOT'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-909926920841112020</id><published>2009-02-02T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T21:54:34.353+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>Clarissa's Tag 1</title><content type='html'>While I've been absent, Clarissa tagged me a whooping three times!! @_@  So now, I'll just slowly finish it.. one by one... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO 1 ♥&lt;br /&gt;01 your nickname : xuannie&lt;br /&gt;02 age : Legal?&lt;br /&gt;03 DOB : 17th September. (I foresee more presents!! whahaha)&lt;br /&gt;04 Zodiac Sign: Horse~&lt;br /&gt;05 interests : Sleeping, reading, Photoshop-ing~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO 2 ♥&lt;br /&gt;01 crush ? : Locked in my heart, key thrown away&lt;br /&gt;02 are you in a relationship ? : Honestly? No. =(&lt;br /&gt;03 live in happiness now : ... Devastated says it all&lt;br /&gt;04 if god gives you unlimited courage, what will you like to do ? : Run away from home.&lt;br /&gt;05 if one day, the one you love confesses to you ? : It's a miracle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO 3 ♥&lt;br /&gt;01 the one who tagged you is : Clarissa&lt;br /&gt;02 she / he is your : Classmate =)&lt;br /&gt;03 how is she / he ? : Witty!!  Especially during Bernard-'bashing' sessions!&lt;br /&gt;04 how long have you been knowing her / him ? : Since...  March 08 (That's less than a year...)&lt;br /&gt;05 what do you think of her / him ? : Musician in the making.&lt;br /&gt;06 what will you like to tell her / him ? : I wanna hear you play the violin~~ xD (actually, I could tell you anytime... I just keep forgetting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO 4 ♥&lt;br /&gt;01 your favorite show : hmm...  House!! Not the building house... Dr. House.&lt;br /&gt;02 your favorite music : Anything minus Hard Rock and Pure Rap.&lt;br /&gt;03 your favorite season : Autumn&lt;br /&gt;04 your favorite cartoon : Vampire Knight. Anime counts right?  =)&lt;br /&gt;05 your favorite person ( the one you love the most ) : Me, myself and I.  =)&lt;br /&gt;06 your favorite color : Blue.&lt;br /&gt;07 your favorite country : I don't know.. I've only been to Hong Kong, Shenzhen and Singapore...&lt;br /&gt;08 your favorite weather : Rainy days.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO 5 ♥&lt;br /&gt;01 if the god gives you three wishes : Bush burns up, no more starving people, and give me a brain that can predict share markets.&lt;br /&gt;02 are you a single-minded person ? : single-minded?  What's it like to be double-minded?&lt;br /&gt;03 your most unforgettable and memorable memory is : My 15th b'day.  I got soaked for the first and last time.  lolx&lt;br /&gt;04are you a person who's full of confidence ? : ...  If I had, I would have ran away.&lt;br /&gt;05 do you like to smile ? : Not when mom is around.&lt;br /&gt;06 will you choose to give up current living status ? : Will it be better if I gave it up?&lt;br /&gt;07 what kind of life do you hope for ? : One where I can fly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;victims:&lt;br /&gt;None~~  I decided to be kind since my life is so miserable at the moment...  Ah Kor, don't spread the misery...  =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-909926920841112020?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/909926920841112020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=909926920841112020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/909926920841112020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/909926920841112020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2009/02/clarissas-tag-1.html' title='Clarissa&apos;s Tag 1'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-8579590728162235650</id><published>2009-02-01T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T21:11:55.486+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>Devastated</title><content type='html'>I finally understand what it means to cry till your tear ducts run dry...  Till your eyes turn puffy and red.  Honestly, I've never cried this much since I broke a certain someone's heart, since that certain someone left my life...  It really hurts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;useless&lt;/span&gt;, a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;retard&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moron&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wait... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's wrong... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom didn't say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She, on the other hand, said I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;worst&lt;/span&gt; than that... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice isn't it?  To have such a supportive mother... &lt;br /&gt;To have her bang on my door, making me wish I was dead with every passing second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can take take any insult, any degrading comment, any form of ridicule by anybody &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;except &lt;/span&gt;my family...  The people whom I trusted the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really really hurts.  I suppose that's retribution.  I hurt someone really bad.  So now, I'm getting back 10x the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run away...  Take a train, bus whatever... I just wanna get out of here bad.  But can I?  I probably can't since I don't have the guts...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-8579590728162235650?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/8579590728162235650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=8579590728162235650&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/8579590728162235650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/8579590728162235650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2009/02/devastated.html' title='Devastated'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-6549758624092832829</id><published>2009-01-31T23:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T11:44:53.660+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>The Sucky Blogger</title><content type='html'>Hey... I'm not to be entirely blamed for that...  After coming back from Hong Kong, (I still miss the weather and the pretty boys there... Sobs...) I had the I-Am-Doomed-For-Life-Edexcel-Exams which lasted till the 26th of January (it was the first day of CNY!!).  Later on, I had to rush up my applications, filling in retarded finance forms which my parents were supposed to do.  Easy?  Try going through income tax forms, tricky retarded questions and problems of making ends meet. If you were in my position, I bet you'd tear your head out at the lack of ka-ching.  Thanks to all that, I didn't manage to balik kampung at all this year.  =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, it's all over - for now.  I'm done with one country and moving on to the next.  This time, I'm sure as hell not gonna ask my parents for help.  I ended up doing everything when I asked them for help.  "Joy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, thanks to my best friend EeL for the big ang pow, the nice food and the reunion of course.  =)  It was a much needed socialising time for me.  I've been so outta touch with the world I lost touch of who's where and what's what.  What shocked me the most was the height of the guys.  They never seem to stop growing taller!!!  Hua is at 185 while Jie and his brother grew like half a head taller...  T_T  Am I cursed to stay under 160 my entire life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... EeL's koi fishes are GIGANTIC!  I mean it... They're about 60cm long and nicely fed.  The biggest I've seen.  I think she feeds her fishes steriods or growth hormones.  I can't even manage to keep my goldfishes alive for a month while her kois seem to grow bigger and bigger and bigger every year.  @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be updating again later with Clarissa's tags. LoLx.  At least I have something to blog about. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-6549758624092832829?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/6549758624092832829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=6549758624092832829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/6549758624092832829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/6549758624092832829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2009/01/sucky-blogger.html' title='The Sucky Blogger'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-7332255362467742860</id><published>2008-12-25T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T22:43:24.863+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Dropped by to wish everybody a Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who wanted Santa to kidnap me as a Christmas present, too bad...  You must have been a naughty child cause Santa didn't grant your wish. XD  Either that, or Santa couldn't kidnap me cause my windows were locked.  haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be off to Hong Kong from the 27th till the 31st.  So I'll take this chance to wish everybody a Happy New Year too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...  Off I go to finish my overdue essays................................... =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-7332255362467742860?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/7332255362467742860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=7332255362467742860&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/7332255362467742860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/7332255362467742860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-4554258146024867633</id><published>2008-12-04T09:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T10:27:30.115+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>The Long Hiatus from the Wired Network</title><content type='html'>Yea yea... I know I took a super looooooooooooooooooonnnnnnnnngggggggggg break from the wired social network... So long that my Inbox had 8 pages of unread e-mail - mostly thanks to Facebook for the never ending notifications which I can't seem to cancel.  The temptations from a game with cute characters (I'm not disclosing the game =X) and essays kept me away from the wired world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I been doing during the long hiatus?  Not much really... Just getting locked in class by a lecturer and having to climb out through the window in a skirt (P-Chan's so called micro-mini skirt which isn't micro-mini), getting targeted by RTM 1, nearly fainting from severe B.O. in the LRT, breaking my back carrying a 3kg laptop, and last but not least I've officially gone bonkers.  xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason 1 I'm bonkers: I've been going to college since the start of hols.&lt;br /&gt;Reason 2 I'm bonkers: Who wouldn't be after going through hours of being yelled at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house has already been converted into a 24/7-free-for-family arcade &amp;amp; movie center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't possible study at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention the essays piling up on my desk which are due on the 1st of January...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm doomed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that I'm sitting for 10 units of A-level papers, IELTS and SAT I within the same time frame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... and I'm gonna miss the biggest meal of the year - Reunion dinner (Literally, tuan yuan fan would be reunion rice xD).  That's all thanks to Edexcel being so 'caring' and scheduling an exam on the first day of Chinese New Year.  "Wheee........."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Reason I'm Bonkers : I conveniently forgot my brother's birthday which is tomorrow!  xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:  CF Bbq night pictures are up at my Facebook profile.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I finally did something before it's long overdue! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-4554258146024867633?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/4554258146024867633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=4554258146024867633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/4554258146024867633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/4554258146024867633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/12/long-hiatus-from-wired-network.html' title='The Long Hiatus from the Wired Network'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-2111972926994015160</id><published>2008-11-09T21:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T22:47:34.432+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>Surviving the journey</title><content type='html'>What happened?  It was another stupid university talk again.  Which part of "Rejected" do they not understand?!  I'm so fed up of going through it all again.  I hate prep talks like this.  It hurts my pride.  It gnaws at me from the inside because I know I failed.  It makes me wish I could just disappear for awhile and let time fly by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told mom about staying back another year in Malaysia due to the rising fees in the USA and to improve my pathetic results.  She said it was fine.  After all, I did have plans.  I could even go under the Work and Travel program!  Unfortunately, dad thought it was all a joke.  He squashed it with that ever vicious tongue of his.  SPLAT!!  Just like that.  He was so sarcastic about the whole thing, as though I shouldn't even have thought about it.  To him, it's a waste of time. He never bothers to listen to other people's feelings.  All he ever cares about are results, fast and accurate results.  The means and ways don't matter at all to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I ever mentioned bout their reaction when they found out about my results.  Well, D-I-S-A-P-P-O-I-N-T-E-D was spelled right across their foreheads.  Dad's reaction was a double-blow.  He had that look on his face the whole week and kept repeating saying it shouldn't have happened.  Don't they have any idea how I already felt?!  I have an ego bigger than the Sun when it comes to my own results.  Imagine how hurt I already was when I saw my own results.  They just had to add salt to the wound.  Just because I kept quiet doesn't mean I'm not hurt.  Just because my face was expressionless doesn't mean I'm immune to pain.  My heart is already bleeding from holding it all in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need another nagger by my side.  I need a listener.  I don't need another pusher by my side.  I need a guide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-2111972926994015160?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/2111972926994015160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=2111972926994015160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/2111972926994015160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/2111972926994015160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/11/surviving-journey.html' title='Surviving the journey'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-6593551184525107901</id><published>2008-11-06T09:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T10:23:41.051+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Results revealed</title><content type='html'>Hong, you're no fun... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes.  First picture is the visual kei band Phantasmagoria while the second picture is Versailles - Philharmonic Quintet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it was that hard to guess that Phantasmagoria were all guys.  But Versailles would've been a tad harder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you didn't know who they were, you wouldn't have guessed correctly for all of them now... Would you? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean... Who would have thought that this pretty fair lady Hizaki....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDFVwNv4zI/SRJPYPYtmCI/AAAAAAAAAFo/JiOb7Tlpv5U/s1600-h/hizaki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDFVwNv4zI/SRJPYPYtmCI/AAAAAAAAAFo/JiOb7Tlpv5U/s320/hizaki.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265358192215169058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Was a guy.........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he truly made my bro upset. lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Teru...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDFVwNv4zI/SRJQUpCcEQI/AAAAAAAAAFw/a74wBjyUnEE/s1600-h/teru11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDFVwNv4zI/SRJQUpCcEQI/AAAAAAAAAFw/a74wBjyUnEE/s320/teru11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265359229893218562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He sorta reminded me of Yuna.  From Final Fantasy. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's Jasmine You...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDFVwNv4zI/SRJTT7N3jAI/AAAAAAAAAF4/x_k9xz2Sq0g/s1600-h/jasmineyou.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDFVwNv4zI/SRJTT7N3jAI/AAAAAAAAAF4/x_k9xz2Sq0g/s320/jasmineyou.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265362516128009218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those don't look fake now do they..... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh well...  Guys out there just have to be more cautious!  XD  Especially with all the  "androgynous cross dressers" - quoting Tarrant - out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.  Be careful the next time you stare at a girl.  She may not be what she seems to be!  =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:  As for the idiot who posted on the cbox with no regards to my feelings, I know who you are, stupid.  Your freaking IP blew your cover.  So STFU and get off my blog if you just want to get revenge.  My blog ain't built to be a battleground for you.&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/22939965-6593551184525107901?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/6593551184525107901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=6593551184525107901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/6593551184525107901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/6593551184525107901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/11/results-revealed.html' title='Results revealed'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDFVwNv4zI/SRJPYPYtmCI/AAAAAAAAAFo/JiOb7Tlpv5U/s72-c/hizaki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-6259151148482798866</id><published>2008-10-28T11:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T12:05:19.606+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Game time~~</title><content type='html'>Okay... I'm bored from all that studying / cramming / thinking that my brain has finally malfunctioned.  So let's play a game~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guess the gender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'll post a picture of a band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No prizes though...  It's just a game for self-satisfaction.  XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jmignited.com/rapictures/phantasmagoria02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 711px; height: 455px;" src="http://www.jmignited.com/rapictures/phantasmagoria02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Guess their gender from left to right and leave your answers in the comment box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture two:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img137.imageshack.us/img137/3286/hizaki05nt5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 399px;" src="http://img137.imageshack.us/img137/3286/hizaki05nt5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see how many people can get it right.  =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All images were taken from Google Search.  I do not own them in any way.&lt;br /&gt;I'll disclose the name of these two bands when I reveal the answers. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/22939965-6259151148482798866?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/6259151148482798866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=6259151148482798866&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/6259151148482798866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/6259151148482798866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/10/game-time.html' title='Game time~~'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-2950015848167284373</id><published>2008-10-23T19:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T19:22:57.718+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>Death awaits.</title><content type='html'>Results are out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scored a measly 1810.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only scored a 490 for Writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone shoot me now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-2950015848167284373?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/2950015848167284373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=2950015848167284373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/2950015848167284373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/2950015848167284373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/10/death-awaits.html' title='Death awaits.'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-3721715527961769306</id><published>2008-10-23T13:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T13:38:05.548+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>My date with destiny.</title><content type='html'>Stressed out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know I said all that happy-confident stuff the other day...&lt;br /&gt;But today is just plain depressing. &lt;br /&gt;So depressing and stressed out that I skipped college. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*piiiiitttttttttt* (whistle blows)&lt;/span&gt; I needed a time-out &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;desperately&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't help that there's a 12 hour time gap between here and USA, holding my results ransom just because of a time zone factor.  It's making me anxious, jumpy and clouded.  I can't think.  I can't write.  A giant slab is in my view and I can't take it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suffocating on the air I breathe in.&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/22939965-3721715527961769306?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/3721715527961769306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=3721715527961769306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/3721715527961769306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/3721715527961769306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-date-with-destiny.html' title='My date with destiny.'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-4760317494842575541</id><published>2008-10-22T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T13:20:26.479+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>Long Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When I could still speak of my dreams easily &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at maps and clocks up-side down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I gazed at you and held you close  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, I was looking for myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sounds rather familiar huh? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us are probably alike.  When we were young, we could easily speak our mind.  Say our dreams.  But now, most of us are probably undecided...  Seeing a bleak future.  The path ahead is winding, never ending and shrouded with mist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm lying to my parents by hiding what I truly want...  I can't say much cause I know my nosy brother will be reading this.  *Ah Kor, I don't mean you. lolx*  Then again, most of you probably already know about my 'Operation Rebellion'.  Chances of succeeding?  Next to none.  Nonetheless, it's worth a try.  After all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing to lose anymore &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I can keep walking without turning around &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blue sky I look up at  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is still too brilliant to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can see my dreams if I squint my eyes so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I take a step towards that distant road&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It seems really far away.  I may be behind in the rat race, I may not stand a chance, but not trying will only make me regret it my entire life.  I don't wanna live the rest of my life thinking of "what if's" anymore.  And... I've got nothing to lose in this race.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is different&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself&lt;br /&gt;And your dream will come true &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter if it's the long way around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's okay to be lost &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you can find a flower that blooms only there&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the beginning of a voyage is always lonesome &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelted by the rain, blown by the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think the lyrics already spoke for me.  =)  I'll go on even if I'm alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lyrics from Long Road by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;w-inds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-4760317494842575541?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/4760317494842575541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=4760317494842575541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/4760317494842575541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/4760317494842575541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/10/long-road.html' title='Long Road'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-2715706883084159501</id><published>2008-10-20T09:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T09:52:10.381+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Tagged by Clarissa. =(</title><content type='html'>It seems that the only way to get me to blog these few days is through a tag. lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Golden Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. Press forward for each question.&lt;br /&gt;3. Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;4. With the answers, give your own comments on how they relate to the questions.&lt;br /&gt;5 . Tag at least 5 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How are you feeling today?&lt;br /&gt;-Wo Ke Yi (I can) by Evan&lt;br /&gt;Err... I think I can pass law....? lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If someone says, “Is this okay?” You say?&lt;br /&gt;-Eraser by alice nine.&lt;br /&gt;Whhhaaa??? I dunno how to explain this.. lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What do you like in a guy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;- Cosmic world by alice nine.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the center of his world!! Okay I'm just kidding.  I don't know what to write. lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Will you get far in life?&lt;br /&gt;- Shine by 12012.&lt;br /&gt;Of course!! I'll be shining in life!!  XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What do you think about very often?&lt;br /&gt;- Reila piano version. Original version by GazettE&lt;br /&gt;Errr... No I'm not lesbian and I don't know a person named Reila... I only think of how to play the song on the piano. lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is 2 + 2?&lt;br /&gt;- Do You Know (The Ping Pong Song) by Enrique Iglesias&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what's 2+2?  I know I do. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What's your best friend's theme song?&lt;br /&gt;- Aoi Tori by alice nine.&lt;br /&gt;Err... Speechless.... I'm not writing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is the story of your life?&lt;br /&gt;-Because of you by Ne-Yo&lt;br /&gt;The story of my life is because of you.  =)  Everything I am, I am because you guys are there for me.  ^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is/was your high school like?&lt;br /&gt;-Ming Tian (Tomorrow) by JJ Lin&lt;br /&gt;Err... My high school was like tomorrow...  Wait... How am I supposed to know what tomorrow is like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What is your motto?&lt;br /&gt;- Over... by 12012&lt;br /&gt;NOOO!!!  It's not over!!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What’s the best thing about your friends?&lt;br /&gt;-Number Six by alice nine.  (Okay most of the songs in my mp3 player are by w-ind... not alice nine.  I have no idea why alice nine. keeps popping up!)&lt;br /&gt;I always have more than six friends. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What do you think of the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;- Cai Hong (Rainbow) by Jay Chou&lt;br /&gt;He's like a rainbow.  Colourful, unreachable.  lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;- Tired of Being Sorry by Enrique Iglesias&lt;br /&gt;I definitely don't wanna be saying sorry anymore. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you think of when you see the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;-As Long As You Love Me by Backstreet Boys&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY!! A logical answer.  Well, more like as long as I like you... lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Describe your grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;-Disillusion by Tainaka Sachi (Fate/Stay Night)&lt;br /&gt;They destroy my illusions of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. How's your life going?&lt;br /&gt;- Show me your style by w-inds. (Finally a song by w-inds.)&lt;br /&gt;Erm... Show me how to get through life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What is your biggest fear?&lt;br /&gt;-Natsu Masuri (Summer Festival) by w-inds.&lt;br /&gt;Errr.... No... I don't fear Summer Festivals cause there aren't any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What will be played at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;-Blue Planet by alice nine.&lt;br /&gt;NO WAY!  I don't want a JRock played at my funeral!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What is your hobby/interest?&lt;br /&gt;-Who is that girl by w-inds.&lt;br /&gt;NO!!! I'M NOT LESBIAN!  I don't stare or ogle at girls.  That's what Alex does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Will you have a happy life?&lt;br /&gt;-Tong Hua by Guang Liang&lt;br /&gt;WHEE~~~~ Sure hope I live a fairy tale life later. - but we all know that doesn't happen. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What do your friends really think of you?&lt;br /&gt;-Because of You by w-inds.&lt;br /&gt;Errr... Is that how you guys think of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do people secretly lust after you?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;b&gt;不死之身&lt;/b&gt; (Eternal Life) by JJ Lin&lt;br /&gt;Someone help me interpret this... lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. How can you make yourself happy?&lt;br /&gt;-Secret Festival by 12012&lt;br /&gt;Hold me a secret festival~~ Okay... I was just crapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Will you ever have children?&lt;br /&gt;- Wait for You by Elliot Yamin&lt;br /&gt;Errm... *Silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What song would you strip to?&lt;br /&gt;- Ye Ye Pao de Cha by Jay Chou&lt;br /&gt;NO WAY!  lolx. First off, I wouldn't strip to a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What does your mom think of you?&lt;br /&gt;- Ikenai Taiyou (Bad Sun) by Orange Range&lt;br /&gt;Erm... The bad first child...? @@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What do you think of your parents?&lt;br /&gt;-Bu Neng Shou De Mi Mi (A Secret That Cannot Be Told) by Jay Chou&lt;br /&gt;Ahhahahaha!!  Then I won't tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What is your deep, dark secret?&lt;br /&gt;- Empire of the Lagoon by 12012&lt;br /&gt;I ruled over an Empire called Lagoon.  *crapping again lalala~~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What is your enemy's theme song?&lt;br /&gt;-Chain by Back-on&lt;br /&gt;Err.. Dunno who's my enemy... You'll have to go find the person and ask him/her if you do know.  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What will you dance to at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;-Inconsolable&lt;br /&gt;Err... No... I won't.... It's too depressing a song to dance to.  lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now....  I tag......&lt;br /&gt;Poh Nee~~ (Revenge~~ XD)&lt;br /&gt;Sin Mun&lt;br /&gt;Lulu&lt;br /&gt;YQ&lt;br /&gt;Er!c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. Now I'm tagging all those I've never tagged before. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-2715706883084159501?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/2715706883084159501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=2715706883084159501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/2715706883084159501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/2715706883084159501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged-by-clarissa.html' title='Tagged by Clarissa. =('/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-8440767962082991619</id><published>2008-10-18T18:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T19:19:33.780+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>Puppet.</title><content type='html'>When it comes down to it, what am I trying so hard for?  All I'm doing is just a bid to please my dear parents.  I hate to admit it, but a manga is the reason I'm being so fickle minded now...  Yea yea... I shouldn't be reading manga, I know. But the title was just too tempting - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After School Nightmare&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a little puppet at the mercy of the puppeteer, like Midori.  Unlike Midori, my puppeteer isn't human.  It's the one thing that governs this world - money.  Money is the factor that decides what I do, where I go, and where I'll be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The burden feels so heavy.  With financial clouds looming over the house, I have to keep my grades up and polish the right shoes.  It's dirty, it sucks, it's life.  My future (not to mention my brothers - both of them) depends highly on whether I can reach my goal.  Failure isn't an option...  Heck, even having negativity isn't an option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, where will I be?  So what if I get into some top notch Uni?  I sure as hell don't wanna end up six-feet-underground at the age of 40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really all worth it?  Studying so hard, polishing up, doing all those extras...  All just to decorate my testimonial, to make it more colourful than the testimonial of others...  At least I don't have to put up a facade like Midori just to please every single soul around me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-8440767962082991619?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/8440767962082991619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=8440767962082991619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/8440767962082991619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/8440767962082991619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/10/puppet.html' title='Puppet.'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-4742992405451865282</id><published>2008-10-11T21:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T22:13:36.429+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Tagged by Poh Nee.</title><content type='html'>1. Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;A homo-sapien... lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who is more important to you? Friends or boy/girlfriend?*&lt;br /&gt;Friends lah!  :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How often do you think of committing suicide?&lt;br /&gt;Errrr...  I'm keeping the answer to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you think you have enough confidence?&lt;br /&gt;If I did, I'd be speaking up more often.  Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How many babies you want?&lt;br /&gt;Dunno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain?&lt;br /&gt;This question is redundant.. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your goal for this year?&lt;br /&gt;Getting accepted into a good Uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you believe in eternity love?&lt;br /&gt;Not really...  Reality kicked in and told me it only exists in fairy tales. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What's a perfect boyfriend like to you?&lt;br /&gt;(List 10) &lt;--- So many ar?&lt;br /&gt;i - Cares for me.&lt;br /&gt;ii - Someone who can at least afford to pay for himself.  :x&lt;br /&gt;iii - Won't cheat on me.&lt;br /&gt;iv -  Not a control freak.&lt;br /&gt;v - Can't think of anymore...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What feeling do you love most?&lt;br /&gt;Being happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What are the requirements you wish from the other half?&lt;br /&gt;Loyalty. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Is there anything you wanna tell the people you hate ?&lt;br /&gt;Hate is too strong a word for me to use on people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?&lt;br /&gt;Yea...  They made an impact in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What does flying means to you?&lt;br /&gt;It means I have wings and wouldn't have to walk home everyday. LoLx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you crave for the most currently?&lt;br /&gt;Same as Poh Nee.  XD Money~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Who's hotter?Chace Crawford or Kevin Peake?&lt;br /&gt;Neither.  The Sun is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Describe the person who tagged you in 5 words.&lt;br /&gt;Poh Nee is... a smart person.  (That's why you should have more confidence in yourself. ^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What have you done to yourself to make yourself happy?&lt;br /&gt;Never even thought about that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. If time were to rewind, when will you want it to be?&lt;br /&gt;Form 5 time bah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What are your fear(s)?&lt;br /&gt;The God of Death and the God of Disasters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions: Tag 8 people. List them out at the end of the post. Notify them in their cbox that they've been tagged. Whoever does the tag will have blessings from all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People I tagged :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful cousin Marcus&lt;br /&gt;Blur Mei Xin&lt;br /&gt;Eccentric Tarrant :x&lt;br /&gt;Cheese &amp;amp; Tomato loving Queen Elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;M.I.A. Mia. XD&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent Jan~&lt;br /&gt;18-year-old Lynnie&lt;br /&gt;Math genius Yee Vien&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-4742992405451865282?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/4742992405451865282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=4742992405451865282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/4742992405451865282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/4742992405451865282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged-by-poh-nee.html' title='Tagged by Poh Nee.'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-2743987474007551386</id><published>2008-09-27T18:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T17:40:53.706+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>Mute...</title><content type='html'>This update is because of God.  Due to the wet hair, I couldn't sleep...  Due to the rain, I had nothing else to do so I decided to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the attack of the sore throat, I lost my voice.  Those days were the happiest/quietest days of my father's life - so he claims.  There was no one else in the house to debate trivial matters with him, no one else to question his actions when he's wrong and of course, no one else to tell him "see, I told you so"... My communicating capacity was limited to a small red notebook given out by BPR - Badan Pencegah Rasuah - and a pencil.  lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was rather hard to communicate in college too...  Everytime I wanted to relay a message, others had to wait for me to write finish.  It was TIRESOME!  It made me realise how much I relied on my voice...  How important the gift of speech was to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the 25 minute train ride, as usual, my mind drifted off into the world of Hellen Keller.  How was life like for her?  She could not hear, neither could she see.  Imagine living in a dark realm knowing nothing of the world.  Unable to see, unable to hear, bumping into things all the time.  It amazes me how she managed to comprehend what was going on around her.  Everything is dark, silent.  So quiet that most people would go insane just at the thought of that neverending silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can't see the flowers in the fields... Neither can they hear the tunes from the piano.  To me, that is... Truly, the scariest life to live in...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-2743987474007551386?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/2743987474007551386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=2743987474007551386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/2743987474007551386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/2743987474007551386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/09/mute.html' title='Mute...'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-2723725304444984812</id><published>2008-09-24T20:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:17:01.777+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>I want my FREEDOM!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want the freedom to walk the streets without being harassed;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want the freedom to walk the streets without having to worry about snatch thieves;&lt;br /&gt;I want the freedom to walk out without worrying bout being murdered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to live in a country that isn't racist;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want the freedom to speak without worries;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want the freedom to write what I feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What is wrong with our government?  They want opinions, and they lock the people who don't follow their ideals... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who go against the government get locked up on the basis of "disrupting peace in the country" while those who really disrupted the peace by making racist remarks roam the streets free.  Heck, that idiot who is damned-to-go-to-hell even vowed to make a comeback and continue with his racist ways.  I'm still 'wondering' why is it he only got a 3 year suspension and didn't get detained by the ISA.  After all, he is more befitting to be known as a 'terrorist' for causing unrest among the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously wonder...  Do those running the system actually have any common sense?  If people are complaining and talking about the same issue, doesn't it just prove that there's something terribly wrong in the way things are done?  Namewee was merely speaking on behalf of the people.  If they knew how to read English or Chinese, they'd realise that hundreds and thousands of Malaysians actually agreed with him.  Then again, they probably don't have the common sense to realise that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All they care about is crushing opposition that speaks the truth.  Opposition that speaks on behalf of half the population (including me) who has no guts to voice out our thoughts.  If we aren't allowed to speak the truth, then wouldn't that mean we are only allowed to spout lies to support the country? Unfortunately, telling a lie is against my principle.  =)  So, I guess I'll just have to stick around till I'm crushed.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On the other hand, I could just run away  to another country before I'm crushed.  &lt;/span&gt;^^v&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/22939965-2723725304444984812?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/2723725304444984812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=2723725304444984812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/2723725304444984812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/2723725304444984812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-want-my-freedom.html' title='I want my FREEDOM!!!'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-8798805474551526447</id><published>2008-09-19T20:00:00.031+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T19:22:09.168+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><title type='text'>Birthday week.</title><content type='html'>The week of September was filled with birthdays. The first birthday of the week (15th September) went to Mark! After the extra maths class, Eunice and Jessica came into the math class holding something that looked like a cake.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDFVwNv4zI/SNjhcuwSiAI/AAAAAAAAADk/taoeetfhRlc/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDFVwNv4zI/SNjhcuwSiAI/AAAAAAAAADk/taoeetfhRlc/s320/Image008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249193249403471874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  Well, it was supposed to be a nice mango-flavoured cake...&lt;br /&gt;But dear Eunice left it in her car for three hours and it melted. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDFVwNv4zI/SNjhcogu-qI/AAAAAAAAADc/fj4dPp0HdWk/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDFVwNv4zI/SNjhcogu-qI/AAAAAAAAADc/fj4dPp0HdWk/s320/Image007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249193247727614626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See how flat the poor cake is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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;Joshua, I know it was your birthday too... Sorry I didn't wish you!!  On the 16th, it was Pik Wen's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And on the 17th of September 2008, it was MY  18TH BIRTHDAY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDFVwNv4zI/SNjy5gbbbhI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dqit0vV1NRc/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDFVwNv4zI/SNjy5gbbbhI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dqit0vV1NRc/s320/Image011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249212435471756818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first present came from the ever loving EeL~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who gave me a fellow sea creature,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snowy white Seal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDFVwNv4zI/SNjv4Cs0qKI/AAAAAAAAAD0/lo4RP2XiF_o/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDFVwNv4zI/SNjv4Cs0qKI/AAAAAAAAAD0/lo4RP2XiF_o/s320/Image004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249209111776897186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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;She gave it to me when we went out for a movie during the weekend. =D&lt;br /&gt;Cute huh?  It's so cute, my brothers keep stealing it from me...  Then again, they do that to every single cute present I get just to annoy me... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDFVwNv4zI/SNj0G_GTYmI/AAAAAAAAAEE/6dj2wrZpZJU/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDFVwNv4zI/SNj0G_GTYmI/AAAAAAAAAEE/6dj2wrZpZJU/s320/Image012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249213766554575458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother scared me while I was watching the movie...  He told me that they (my family) found a frog in my cupboard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out to be a friendly smiling frog that would bob it's head sideways with the help of the mighty sun.  lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it truly is one of the best stress relievers out there~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDFVwNv4zI/SNj11MPSXYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/9fXhnDbauwM/s1600-h/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDFVwNv4zI/SNj11MPSXYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/9fXhnDbauwM/s320/Image017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249215659867528578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Snokee, Mei Xin, Eliz, Hong Chin and Pang Yean grouped up to buy this outfit for me.  SMILE and BE HAPPY!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They successfully managed to surprise me! haha!  I really didn't expect it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eliz bought the outfit the day before my birthday. ^^ She has good fashion sense, doesn't she? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They decided to buy me a yellow outfit cause I never wore yellow before.  (True... I don't have any presentable yellow tops...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, I wore it the whole day. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choon Hui gave me a box of Belgian chocolates~ (Which I'm lazy to remove from the fridge to take a picture of. =x I love chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 18th, the birthday girl was Kai Li.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDFVwNv4zI/SNpA_xytrXI/AAAAAAAAAEc/f6Rup3wDVjY/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDFVwNv4zI/SNpA_xytrXI/AAAAAAAAAEc/f6Rup3wDVjY/s320/Image010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249579780095716722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a notice posted up by Rachel... haha.   And, finally, on the 19th, it was Devina's birthday!! ^^ Another fellow Marchie~    Unfortunately, I can't remember the names of the few others who's birthday coincided with ours.  &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:  Forgot to add a little Thank You note to all the people who wished me at different time intervals.   =) Even till two days after.  Especially to our dear friend down under who called me just to wish me Happy Birthday even though it costs an arm and a leg.  Sorry Hua couldn't answer your call for long, it was Math class. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-8798805474551526447?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/8798805474551526447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=8798805474551526447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/8798805474551526447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/8798805474551526447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/09/birthday-week.html' title='Birthday week.'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDFVwNv4zI/SNjhcuwSiAI/AAAAAAAAADk/taoeetfhRlc/s72-c/Image008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-616722299965175239</id><published>2008-09-10T22:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T22:48:56.300+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Tagged by Mia.  Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mia~~ I'm leaving some of the answers~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave him... =)  There are better guys in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want wings to fly~ So I don't have to walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What will your dream wedding to be like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never thought about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On your wedding day, what you would like to see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you confused as to what lies ahead of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's your ideal lover like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same as Mia.  Doesn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Which is more blessed? Loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is there anything that has made you unhappy these days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm... Don't remember.  I'm happy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How do you see yourself in 10 years time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who are currently the most important people to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you rather be rich and single or married but poor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depends. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's the first thing you do every morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time, it would be a yes... Now, I dunno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you fall in love with 2 people simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depends. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What type of friends do you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice people... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What type of friends do you dislike?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rather not say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you a virgin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever lied to your parents?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What did you lie about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently, are you having any crush on anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hint about him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you think the guy/girl knows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What phrases you usually say when something unexpected happens?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whhaaaaaaaaaaatt?!! Are you serious???!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What annoys you the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err... People who think they are God... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your current obsession?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondhand Serenade - Your Call...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who do you short text the most these days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm... A lot of people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who do you miss alot now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who I haven't seen in a while.  Mia, the whole BR gang - EeL, Hua, Penguin, Jee, Jin, Jie, Adrian, Jan.......  The list goes on and on and on and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Which secondary school friend you miss alot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahhh... If I list out all, I don't need to sleep already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who do you idolise now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best girl friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best boy friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Biggest fear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not able to solve something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite hang out place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errr...  Currently, I'm only seeing my bed with a nice fluffy pillow. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Made any new friends recently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup.  Loads. ^^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What kind of mood are you in most of the time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm...  Happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you were to go out with any group of friends, who will you choose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whhaaaaaatttt?  Don't understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you like the person who tagged you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I said no, she'd hit me in the solarplex... So... Yes. lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I tag:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ernest, Weeeekie, Jan, Tarrant (I'd like to see how you answer a tag. XD), Mei Xin, Eliz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-616722299965175239?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/616722299965175239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=616722299965175239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/616722299965175239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/616722299965175239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/09/tagged-by-mia-again.html' title='Tagged by Mia.  Again'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-2221017862324797714</id><published>2008-09-02T12:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T14:58:13.445+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><title type='text'>CF Camp</title><content type='html'>Okay okay... So I haven't been updating in a long time.  I really wanted too!! But I just couldn't find the time to do so.  I'll start off with the CF camp which lasted for 4 days and 3 nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1, 29&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; August 2008.  Friday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up early to go to Mei &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Xin's&lt;/span&gt; place and dump my gigantic luggage bag there and headed off to college.  We were a good 10 minutes late to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Econs&lt;/span&gt; class cause Mei &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Xin&lt;/span&gt; was too busy playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;QuadraPop&lt;/span&gt; on Melissa's phone. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At half past noon, we headed back to the apartment to carry our luggage to college.  Being super clumsy, I tripped and fell over my huge luggage during the short 10 minute walk from the apartment to the college. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the briefing, we had to pick our Mortals at random from a plastic bag.  Mei &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Xin&lt;/span&gt; and I got the Sarcastic Queen (Eunice) and Sarcastic King (Eric) as our mortals respectively.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;LoL&lt;/span&gt;.  Coincidence? :x  My tent mates turned out to be Jessica, Rachel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Chua&lt;/span&gt;, and Amanda.  I was shocked when I saw it.. Cause both Rachel and Amanda turned out to be in the same game team as me.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hahah&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;SILREP&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;--- read it backwards.  Rachel and I would be in the same tent, same team and have the same surname!! hahaha... (Though mine is spelled with an extra 'h')  The bus was scheduled to leave at 2.30pm.  The bus allocation was done according to alphabetical order.  I think those with names beginning with A-J was on bus 1 while L-Z was on bus 2.  =( In the end, bus 1 left the college at approximately 2.50pm.  However, bus 2... Suffered some delays and group L-Z were left stranded at the college till around 5pm due to some complications.   In the end, those of us in Bus 1 arrived at the Sures Campsite at around 6.30pm.  Instead of 4 people setting up a tent, we ended up with 4 people setting up 3 tents. @@  Our hands were red from pulling out the nail like things again and again cause we didn't set it up right.  haha.  It was really fun; being the first time I actually pitched a tent and slept outdoors.   We even chose a wonderful spot next to the riverbank~~  Though.. the huge cicak did freak me out at first... =x  In the end, Bus 2 arrived around 8.45pm... By that time, the only thing that was in my mind was.... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DINNER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we were scheduled to go for a night walk...  At 10pm... If alone, the night walk would take only 15 minutes.  But, as we were a group, we were expected to take 1 1/2 hours to complete the entire thing!! AHHH...!! The tragedy.......  The cries of fear for leeches filled the air.  People were spraying/applying mosquito/leech repellant all over themselves.  Leon was one of them... :x  Leon was telling Melanie in a sort of shaky high pitched voice, "I'm only half a man.  You have more balls than I do," long before we even entered the jungle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We crawled, we slipped, we slided... I even knocked into a tree branch head on... &gt;.&lt;"  We got really really wet and dirty... Being the first team that went in, we were rather tired of the teams at the back who kept asking us to stop every 2 seconds.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.  There were times when we would be standing still for a good 2 minutes waiting for the teams to cross.  Though, being the first team has it's advantages.  The main advantage being... WE DIDN'T HAVE TO QUEUE UP TO USE THE BATHS!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;  There was one point where I nearly screamed out loud.  It was a gigantic worm, as thick as a thumb, coiled up like a snake on the ground, whitish-reddish with maroon lines... The image of it moving still lingers in my head. I asked around but it seems nobody else saw it...  @@  After the bath (and supper), I was so tired I slept like a log till dawn when it started to get chilly.  It was rather comfortable sleeping on the ground...  Maybe cause my bed is already super hard.  :x  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 2, 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; August 2008. Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main event of the day was stream trotting.  As we were the first team the last time, now we were the last team to take off.  Instead of asking the front teams to slow down, we actually asked them to speed up. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;  Along the way, we started singing nursery rhymes...  Imagine how bored we were walking for almost half an hour under the scorching sun along the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, we slipped and slided, we got down and soaking wet... But the final destination - the waterfall - was worth it all.  Mr. Michael, Miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Melalyn&lt;/span&gt; and Mr. Reuben and some of the other students had taken a shortcut and arrived half an hour before us... (Evil people...!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had loads of free time after the stream trotting, so we ended up playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Chor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Tai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Di&lt;/span&gt;. I lost...  Badly... =(  Andrew on the other hand, was winning almost every single round. o.o  So I  said, "Can I touch your right shoulder and take some of your luck?"   Well, I had a really good hand after that...  A straight flush.  The smallest straight flush in the game.  3,4,5,6,7 of diamonds. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.  The next round, I was left with one card in hand.. A 3 of clubs.  How sad.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, our lights out was extended to 12.10am to allow us to celebrate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Merdeka&lt;/span&gt;.  We started our own countdown and even sang the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Negaraku&lt;/span&gt; after that.  (Well, it was all just to compete with those in the canteen. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;)  The sad part was, we forgot part of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Negaraku&lt;/span&gt;... We forgot to repeat the last part... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;lolx&lt;/span&gt;.  After that, it was lights out... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 3, 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; August 2008.  Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a rather taxing day...  First we had a cook out session.  We had to cook our own lunch by making our own stoves using bricks and charcoal.  Instead of setting up our 'stove' under the zinc roof, we set it up on the grass. :x  Our charcoal didn't manage to really light up.  There was heat, but it wasn't enough to cook.  All of a sudden, it started raining!  There goes our hard built fire.. =(  I suppose it was a blessing in disguise cause our fire probably wouldn't have started.  Thanks to the rain, we got to use another group's fire!!  =D  What surprised me most was Keen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Wai&lt;/span&gt; was so pro in cooking!  *Sad... I can't even fry an egg without burning down the house...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up in the program, games!!  We skipped the obstacle course as there was already another team there and went for the wet game first...  There were a total of five stations.  The first station we went to was under Ian.  We ended up soaked to the brim trying to fill a bottle of water with a plastic cup.  Sounds easy?  Here's the catch...  Two guys had to fill buckets with water and hurl *throw?* the water across the river into our cups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next game was like a game to test our stomachs...  We had to finish 5 concoctions/tasks made by David.  The first concoction was the nicest - Chocolate banana!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Pax&lt;/span&gt; finished it by the count of 10.  Then, Leon had to search for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;rubber band&lt;/span&gt; in a plate of flour and eggs.  Yuck.  Keen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Wai&lt;/span&gt; drank salted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;milo&lt;/span&gt;...  I drank a full cup garlic water.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.  Imagine my breathe after that!  Vampires were bound to run away.  I know Keen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Wai&lt;/span&gt; nearly fainted.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;  I've forgotten what the last dish was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Anthony's station which was right next to David's.  We had to make a mini pyramid and sing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Negaraku&lt;/span&gt;.  Luckily, we had Melanie on our team to help us with that~~  After the pyramid, we were supposed to wriggle a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;rubber band&lt;/span&gt; down half our face without using our hands...  I still don't know how I managed to do that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth station we went to was the obstacle course - Gabriel's station.  It wasn't really challenging for an obstacle course. :x  There were only a few 'obstacles'.  The hardest would have been the 11 foot wall.  Surprisingly, we got over that rather fast.  =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last station was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Chee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Yip's&lt;/span&gt; station...  Hangman.  We were supposed to hang the lightest guy in our team on the wall using only masking tape.  Leon was obviously the lightest on our team compared to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Pax&lt;/span&gt; and Keen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Wai&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.  While they were taping Leon up, I went ant hunting... and got bitten by a gigantic ant... T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we washed up and had dinner.  Melanie, my guardian angel, was so nice as to prepare my dinner for me and got someone else to do my duty~  Keen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Wai&lt;/span&gt;, being super 'nice', passed the prepared plate of food to my mortal and told him I said he was handsome... *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;bluek&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night was talent time.  Our 'Tower of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Bable&lt;/span&gt;' play with modern time settings didn't really appeal to the lecturers.  =x  After the entire play, it was worship session.  The worship session really made me think bout all that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;kahoot&lt;/span&gt; going on in my family history and how my great grandmother suffered before she finally passed away.  It was a really touching session led by David.  It was also probably the only time people will ever request that worship lasted longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights out was extended to 3am.  We played one round of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;UNO&lt;/span&gt; in the canteen before heading to the hall.   I officially suck at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;UNO&lt;/span&gt;.  No matter how I played, I was never able to get a draw 2 or draw 4 card.  I had more than 20 cards in my hand but no draw cards.  =.="  Leon took over for me in the end as I couldn't stand Sarcastic King's remarks.  =(  After that, the clock struck twelve and we had to evacuate the canteen.  We ended up spending the last 3 hours in the hall writing messages to place in the Wall-E instead of playing games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 4, 1st September 2008.  Monday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day at camp.  =(  Today, the only things we did were taking a group photo, cleaning out the tent sheet, sharing and revealing who our Mortals were.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Zu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Ning&lt;/span&gt; was really shocked when she found out who her Angel was as we all seriously thought it was a girl.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;  She received a teddy bear mug wrapped in a pink wrapper.  Her Angel turned out to be Eric.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;LoL&lt;/span&gt;.  Mei &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;Xin's&lt;/span&gt; Angel was lame king, Ian!  I already sorta figured out that my Angel was Melanie when she came up to me the previous day and said, "Your Angel says, I'm your Angel."  It puzzled me at first cause I thought my Angel was playing mind games with me.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.  Poor Stephen and Steven didn't have Angels...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 2pm, it was time to board the bus back to college.  Here are some images we took while on the bus. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDFVwNv4zI/SMoPF01OAcI/AAAAAAAAACk/yxUq89hx6Gc/s1600-h/Image043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDFVwNv4zI/SMoPF01OAcI/AAAAAAAAACk/yxUq89hx6Gc/s320/Image043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245021308781986242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the left corner, we have.....  Joanna!  We tried to feed her... But she was just too tired to accept the food... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDFVwNv4zI/SMoQkB0AMbI/AAAAAAAAAC0/jc7lDZjy3GQ/s1600-h/Image045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDFVwNv4zI/SMoQkB0AMbI/AAAAAAAAAC0/jc7lDZjy3GQ/s320/Image045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245022927174250930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;br /&gt;And on the right corner, we have Gabriel~  He wouldn't wake up no matter what we did.  We tried shouting fire, toilet stop, reached college... But to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:  Do you see something in his mouth?  No?  Let me show you a close up look. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDFVwNv4zI/SMoRIl0BY6I/AAAAAAAAAC8/ffzf8LhDw1E/s1600-h/Image047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDFVwNv4zI/SMoRIl0BY6I/AAAAAAAAAC8/ffzf8LhDw1E/s400/Image047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245023555313296290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See it now?  It's.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;CHIPSMORE&lt;/span&gt;!! *the mini ones*  Joe Win placed an entire piece in his mouth and he still wouldn't wake up!  Gabriel's reaction when he woke up was hilarious.  He was wondering whether to spit it out or swallow it...  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.  Anthony has it on his phone if you guys wanna see it~  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though camp only lasted for four days, but it seemed like an eternity to me.  It was a truly fun trip.  ^^  Kudos to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;committee for organising such a wonderful trip&lt;/span&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-2221017862324797714?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/2221017862324797714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=2221017862324797714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/2221017862324797714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/2221017862324797714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/09/cf-camp.html' title='CF Camp'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDFVwNv4zI/SMoPF01OAcI/AAAAAAAAACk/yxUq89hx6Gc/s72-c/Image043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-267791021567718764</id><published>2008-08-26T20:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T21:35:45.275+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>Divided Malaysians?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How to ensure you can obtain a degree/qualification without doing anything:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Step 1:&lt;/span&gt;  Be a Bumiputera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Step 2:&lt;/span&gt;  Support UiTM in being a place solely for Bumiputeras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Step 3:&lt;/span&gt;  Pass your SPM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Step 4:&lt;/span&gt;  Sit back and relax as your application to UiTM is processed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's how they promote racial integrity here in Malaysia.  By joyfully making the education system a racist system.  Yet, they dare claim they aren't racists.  Pfft!!  If they weren't racists, pigs would sprout wings and crowd the vast blue skies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quote Malaysian Muslim Consumers Association (PPIM),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;""If something like this is allowed to happen, then there will be a worrying situation where many Malay institutions will crumble and be 'Malaysia-nised'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They call themselves the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Malaysian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Muslim Consumers Association yet they deny 'Malaysia-nisation'.  Isn't that in itself contradictory?  They call themselves a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Malaysian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; association yet they want a 100% bumiputera society to remain in UiTM.  Then, why not change their name to Malay Muslim Conservation Association?  Don't call yourself a Malaysian if you don't want to be 'Malaysia-nised' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;.  Furthermore, I haven't even heard the Orang Asli Association complain bout this... I mean, they are Bumiputeras too... Aren't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But frankly, I don't support the idea of UiTM opening up to non-bumiputeras either.  Why?  Because, the non-bumiputeras would probably end up dominating the top few spots, and the bumiputeras would complain of unfairness.  *Blaim it all on the non-bumis!!!  YAY!!!* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Note the sarcasm?  &lt;/span&gt;What do they mean by non-bumiputeras taking away their rights?  All I can decipher from that "statement" is that "Non-bumiputeras are smarter, I can't compete with them.  They're out to slaughter me... AHHHHHHH!!!!"  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Currently in super sarcastic/irritated mode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The other reason is, this is all probably just a political ploy to win the Permatang Pauh by-election.  Why announce this now?  To show how much you care about the non-bumiputeras?  Well, here's a note for you guys...   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You guys are 51 years too late.  &lt;/span&gt;You've ignored us for way too long.  You've neglected our needs for way too long.  You've tried to cover your big fat juicy butt as you stuff your pockets with tons of notes thinking we were dumb.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But... If Tan Sri Khalid Ibrahim were to come up with a 100% equal rights public university...  Now, that's a whole different story... I'll definitely be the first in line to support that~  I don't care whether bumiputeras or non-bumiputeras are the ones who apply so long as entry into the university is based on capability and not skin colour or status.   Education is to cultivate the minds of the next generation, not create a racist attitudes in a supposedly multi-racial society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing I can't comprehend is why people are making such a fuss over whether Lee Chong Wei should have been awarded Datukship.  Is a silver medal really that disappointing?  After all, he did obtain the only medal for Malaysia.  Without him, Malaysia wouldn't have a single medal! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True, he did perform below our expectations, but Lin Dan was also playing way more aggressive than usual.  If you guys are out to complain so much bout him receiving life pension and stuff, why not go out there and face Lin Dan yourself?  Why not take Lee Chong Wei's place and go through rigorous training everyday?  If you can return two of Lin Dan's smashes in a row, I'll salute you...  I'll even worship the ground that you walk on.   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Note:  This does not apply to shuttlers who have qualified for the Olympics.  XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Furthermore, RM3000 life pension isn't a lot.  An average family of 4 would need at least RM3000 in order to support themselves.  Not to mention, with the inflation rate going up and up &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and up and up&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and up and up&lt;/span&gt;..........  RM 3000 will probably be worth peanuts when Lee Chong Wei is old and greying.  So, think about it and cut the guy some slack.  He did win the one and only Olympic medal for our country this year.  Cheers~~~&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-267791021567718764?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/267791021567718764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=267791021567718764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/267791021567718764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/267791021567718764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/08/divided-malaysians.html' title='Divided Malaysians?'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-4100641658593853878</id><published>2008-08-22T21:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T22:56:59.801+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>Bang!!! ... I now pronounce you doomed</title><content type='html'>Okay.. I probably made the biggest mistake of my life.  But my ego is too bloated up for me to say the 5 letter magic word.  Remotely thinking of the word itself is driving me nuts, let alone speak it... AHHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I sorta quarreled with dad again.  And once more, the whole scenario repeats itself.  He says I'm too stubborn and get "mad" too quick.  I say I'm not and that he always assumes, acting as though he's telepathic, as though everything he says is correct.  There is no such thing as an alternative in his dictionary, while there's no such thing as losing in mine.  AHHH!! I blame the bloated ego that I inherited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with me already being super depressed and tired.  As soon as I returned from college, I slept straight till 7pm.  I tried to hold it all in and asked my dad really really nicely for a favour.  He replied me with a "Why now only you tell me?!".  The type of tone he used?  The last thing someone who is depressed needed to hear.  If I was thinking straight at that time, I would've just shrugged it off and explained to him nicely.  But I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; thinking straight.  It was like pointing a gun at a person who just woke up and doesn't even know he's being robbed.  My dad being the robber and I being the victim.  So I went upstairs.  He knew I was upstairs and purposely said even more things to hurt me. That's what fathers are for huh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say I didn't expect it.  It's always like this.  After a few days, he'll start nagging me again... With the same old lecture... I wish that scientists would come up with a pair of invisible headphones so I can put it on whenever Nagging session comes in place.  Then I won't open my big mouth to retaliate.  My dad always goes on and on about the same old thing... Saying he purposely "waited" a few days for my "temper" to cool down, when he was the one who got mad.  Oh joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and said to my dad, "You know, you're the most annoying person I know.  Technically, nobody I know talks to me like that..." and dad replied with something else totally irrelevant... "I don't think I want to send you overseas.  You can't handle stress." bla bla bla...  I was just one step short of saying "I don't need you to send me overseas... I can do it myself."  Fortunately, my head got the better of me and made me shut up.  Unfortunately, I didn't use my head when I called my dad annoying..  Uh-oh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-4100641658593853878?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/4100641658593853878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=4100641658593853878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/4100641658593853878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/4100641658593853878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/08/bang-i-now-pronounce-you-doomed.html' title='Bang!!! ... I now pronounce you doomed'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-7488794935177053868</id><published>2008-08-21T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T23:00:00.015+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>Economy Downturn?</title><content type='html'>Fuel price increase, KLCI index falling day by day, corrupted ministers popping up like mushrooms after a rainy day, more people falling into the realms of insanity ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But frankly, I never realised the effect of inflation was so drastic.  More and more people are resorting to robbery even when the sun is still up!  The poor uncle in my neighbourhood got robbed three times.  There goes two of his wonderfully new Mercedes Benz... and another car I can't remember. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I decided to take the bus home.  It was already 5.30pm.  Rush hour was starting as people got off from work, hopped into their cars and speed home.  The bus stopped at a traffic light next to the Kelana Jaya Secondary School.  I could see the overhead pedestrian bridge right in front of me.  All of a sudden, a lady walking down the stairs fell and a motorbike helmet came rolling down the steps.  The next second, another man 'flew' past her, jumped onto a motorbike, and sped off with his accomplice who was already waiting for him (leaving his helmet behind).  I could only watch as the lady stared in horror.  Luckily she still had her handbag.  Those buffoons probably managed to snatch her hand phone or necklace.  I was... too shocked to even note down their number plates.  It all happened so fast.  Thinking back, the lady could've took the helmet and threw it at the bastards.  If it had hit, they would've fell off their bike, suffered some major injuries and probably end up in hell when they wake up. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-7488794935177053868?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/7488794935177053868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=7488794935177053868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/7488794935177053868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/7488794935177053868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/08/economy-downturn.html' title='Economy Downturn?'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-3622723985612637179</id><published>2008-08-13T18:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T10:10:18.635+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Tangled Web</title><content type='html'>25 minutes. That's how long a train ride is from KL Sentral LRT Station to Kelana Jaya Station. During the 25 minutes, I'll usually be standing against the door, tilting my head to one side, and watch as the buildings seem to fly past me. It makes me wonder about every little thing in the world that may not seem to matter... It drives me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.jibble.org/albums/SpiderWebs/Frosty_Spider_Web_IMG_1130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos.jibble.org/albums/SpiderWebs/Frosty_Spider_Web_IMG_1130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why is it that life has to be so complicated? So full of webs and sadists. Sadists who make life a living hell for others, who create obstacles for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way, I guess it's good since those people will get stronger with every hurdle they overcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rather tired of jumping over every wall, every hurdle. I'm tired of seeing others facing higher walls, taller hurdles. It reminds me of how much further I have to go. It's never ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had one wish, I'd wish that everybody in the world were kids, and that they'd stay that way. As a kid, I never had a single racist thought in my mind, never wondered why the government always hired dumb ass lazy bums, never wondered why people worked so hard for nuts... All I did was play, with no worries in my mind. The whole world was like a giant playground and everybody was a friend. I blame the long journey home on the LRT that made my Peter Pan syndrome kick back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just take off on a journey in search of Never-Never-Land. If I remember correctly, Peter Pan said "second star to the right and straight on till morning."... Now... All I need is a pair of wings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Took off the previous post due to request. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(Image taken from Google Search)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-3622723985612637179?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/3622723985612637179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=3622723985612637179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/3622723985612637179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/3622723985612637179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/08/tangled-web.html' title='Tangled Web'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-6559193562820339903</id><published>2008-07-30T19:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T22:43:02.740+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>Shocked</title><content type='html'>SAT...  The test of all test.  It seriously racks your brain out and trains how well you can think under pressure.  I for one, don't really like the word pressure.  Sitting through the mock test was a killer.  If a mock test was already so nerve-wrecking, how would the real one be like?  Well, nerve-wrecking as it was, I was really shocked by the results.  Though it was just a mock test, I thought I would get an average score of 1200 or so considering I didn't answer a lot of questions.  But... I managed to get a score of... 1799/2400!! whoot!!! Not bad for my first try. hehe.  Whheeee!!!  Now, time to boost up my confidence level and try to improve my score to a 2000 so I can aim for better scholarships~  (Well, easier said that done.)  I've got 2 months to buck up and work hard for that 2000+ score when I sit for the real thing in October.  USA, here I come! (Hopefully.....)  Now daddy and mommy won't be pestering me so hard anymore!  Apparently, my score surprised them too~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-6559193562820339903?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/6559193562820339903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=6559193562820339903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/6559193562820339903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/6559193562820339903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/07/shocks-and-expected.html' title='Shocked'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-1101166896861741853</id><published>2008-07-28T19:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T20:54:53.480+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><title type='text'>Pure Monopoly</title><content type='html'>A market is said to be a monopoly when one firm controls 25% of the market share.  So... Shouldn't a college that has 60% of it's students in the same cohort be considered a monopoly too?  After all, the college is like a giant market while the cohorts are like separate firms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voting for the positions in the Student Council were rather disappointing for us Marchies.  It was a serious monopoly by the January batch students.  It didn't matter whether the other batches were there.  Our votes made no impact on the score board...  Not even a dent. Utter disappointment.  We seriously didn't expect things to turn out this way even though we were a minority.  It was already disappointing enough that the number of Marchies chosen were a measly 2 out of 8 while the remaining 6 positions went to the January batch students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time the voting reached the Treasurer post, we gave up voting altogether.  After all, the decision lay solely in the hands of the January batch students.  It was as though they had already decided who would take which position.  The whole voting process was more like a "Who I know better" contest.  It was only natural that us Marchies would end up super gloomy towards the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay then... I'll sign off with a lame joke to brighten up your day as I wouldn't want it to be gloomy like mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:  What genre of music do mummies love?  (Mummies as in those mummified mummies in Egypt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A:  (W)Rap. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;--- Highlight to read answer.  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-1101166896861741853?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/1101166896861741853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=1101166896861741853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/1101166896861741853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/1101166896861741853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/07/pure-monopoly.html' title='Pure Monopoly'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-6360024382144931746</id><published>2008-07-24T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T21:03:48.933+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>Bzzzzzt...</title><content type='html'>It's the sound a bee makes.  Ever seen how busy a bee is?  Well, I think that describes my current situation best now.  Thus, I apologise for being unable to update at all.  I really want to update!  But the lack of time just doesn't allow me to do so.  I have to type super fast now.  I don't even have time to think! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only managed to catch about 6 hours of sleep on average.  Seriously... For a person who sleeps an average of 12 hours a day, this is torturous!! Furthermore, I only reach home around 7.30.  Shucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay then... Off I go to study for the Law test tomorrow (by the time you read this, 'tomorrow' would probably have turned into 'today'), write the script for the skit, do my economics and maths homework, and practice for the performance on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the performance, I'm not telling you guys what it is till Saturday is over.  Cause none of you would believe me anyway (the 'none of you' referrs to my secondary school buddies out there)...   I didn't even tell my parents what performance it is.  haha.  So if you're dead interested in finding out, hop on to my college this Saturday at 8am! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-6360024382144931746?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/6360024382144931746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=6360024382144931746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/6360024382144931746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/6360024382144931746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/07/bzzzzzt.html' title='Bzzzzzt...'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-1127832110997482721</id><published>2008-07-17T16:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T20:51:44.997+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>All I want...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;... ... is for the road blocks to be cleared so I'll be able to get to college without having to go through the traffic jam where cars move at speeds slower than a tortoise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just as I thought.  Our 'wonderful' government doesn't practice Utilitarianism.  Just for their own "safety" and for things to run "smoothly", they blocked all main access to the Parliament.  They even had the guts to say traffic was smooth?!  Which part of 'smooth' has the word 'traffic jam' in it? (Besides the T and the M)  They prevented people from getting near the Parliament for the sake of their "precious lives".  ( Frankly, I think my time is worth more than their lives at the rate their brain is degenerating.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think they wanted Anwar to be at the police station by 2pm when he wasn't allowed within a 5km radius of the Parliament...  The police station was within a 5km radius of the Parliament.  Oh man.. Someone had better try save their brains before it plunges into the realms of no return.    Unless, they were so smart that they thought of using underhanded tactics to catch Anwar as they didn't have any solid evidence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn.. If they were so smart, then I'd have to retract all the stuff I said bout them sitting on their brains.&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/22939965-1127832110997482721?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/1127832110997482721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=1127832110997482721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/1127832110997482721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/1127832110997482721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/07/all-i-want.html' title='All I want...'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-9149845161978996348</id><published>2008-07-04T09:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T10:36:42.266+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Shoot... I'm allergic to bull.</title><content type='html'>*sneezes*  The papers the past few days have been soooooooooo full of bull.  Unfortunately, I myself am allergic to the crap so I had been sneezing so badly I thought my eyeballs were gonna pop out already.  Frankly, I'm really thankful I'm being born in Malaysia.  Where else can you learn 3 languages and 2 dialects while in Primary and Secondary school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we have an allegedly "gay" guy contesting for the PM post.  Okay... So you have a guy who's small in stature being accused of sodomising a guy who's nearly 6 foot tall.  Wonderful.  How much more absurd can this situation turn out to be?  I'm not siding the "gay" fella.  Unfortunately, facts are against the BN.  They took a picture with the 6 foot gorilla and denied ever seeing the gorilla on the reason that they cannot remember.  Hope their God, Allah, punishes them fairly for lying straight in the face of the people of Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we have dumb asses using the word 'kurang ajar' on purpose in Parliament even though they knew that it would definitely cause a stir.  Oh, did I mention that their skin is so darn thick that they would never retract their words?  I think the people of Malaysia should start a "Stake-the-Idiotic-MPs" Club.  The purpose of the club would be whenever an idiotic MP make san offensive remark (intentionally or unintentionally), mobs of people should just charge at them and poke a stake right through their hearts.  Kill the leader and the rest will be obedient. XD  At least that way, they'd start using their brains for once!  Though, it must be rather hard to use the brain when it's located at the ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, I present to you, the most retarded MP in the world, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Datuk Tajudin Abdul Rahman&lt;/span&gt;!!! *Applause*  Don't know who he is?  Read &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2008/7/2/parliament/21715124&amp;amp;sec=parliament"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; article and you'll definitely remember him for his wonderful comments.  The guy is so racist that he should be burned the way 'witches' were 'punished' in the 18th century.  What does he mean by 'helping non-bumis  but not at the expense of bumis'?  Does that mean that even if they are not as smart as the non-bumis, they should be getting the scholarship just to fill the bloody quota?  I don't mind if those bumis are the Sabahans or the Sarawakians, natives of the land who probably couldn't get a proper education.  But I do mind when it's a bumi who received a fair education like the rest of us, didn't do as well as the non-bumis in exam, but got a scholarship anyway just because he was a so called bumi.  Heck, 'Datuk', you're encouraging them to be lazy you stupid fool!  The one thing in this world that shouldn't have any quota is Education.  Education is essential to everyone here.  If even this was based on racism, then what are we, the non-bumis of this country, working/studying for?  To work for a country that will never acknowledge us?  If the non-bumis were to suddenly get out of the country, I bet that the economy of this country would plunge deeper than the depths of hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I learned in school, Malaysia &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; a country where the people lived in harmony and not in thoughts of racism.  Apparently, it's not that way anymore.  =( How sad it is that the newer generation of Malaysians are unable to experience this so called racial harmony that our parents and grandparents experienced.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-9149845161978996348?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/9149845161978996348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=9149845161978996348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/9149845161978996348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/9149845161978996348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/07/shoot-im-allergic-to-bull.html' title='Shoot... I&apos;m allergic to bull.'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-7212681000010583647</id><published>2008-06-25T20:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T21:39:28.363+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>That's it, pack up and leave!! XD</title><content type='html'>Okay.  I'm totally convinced that my life as a Malaysian in Malaysia totally sucks.  Why?  Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1.  We've got animals running wild in the Parliament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ever watched an "episode" of Parliament discussion?  No?  Hurry and Youtube it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2.  Vendetta's message did not get to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Unfortunately, it didn't manage to get to the people here too...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3.  They love comparing apples to oranges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just because the oil prices here are "lower" than&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; non-oil-producing countries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, they say it's still the lowest...   Unfortunately, they forgot to compare it percentage wise to the average income of an average Joe here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The pay for part time jobs suck big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know it, you know it, we all know it.  It's not just pay for part time jobs.  The pay sucks for every job besides jobs with the title CEO and Minister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  We have racist people running the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do I need to state the obvious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6.  Corruption is normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To get away with a traffic offense, just give some money lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  The people on top don't use the brains that they were gifted with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Youtube and leaking buildings say it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  The only place money is flowing into is the pocket of corrupted ministers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The open secret that nobody can write about so I can't go into detail.  Sadly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. Since we're here to discuss the pros and cons, now it's time to list the pros of living in Malaysia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Pirated stuff is easily available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But, if the average income here was higher, nobody would be buying pirated stuff!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm... Frankly, that's all I can think of!! AHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;I lived here my entire life, and that's all I can think of?!  Oh wait.. I think there's more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  My grandparents live here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then again, I only see them once a year... So it doesn't make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3.  Weather&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... I admit it.. It's rather nice &lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;.  But it can sure be hot like the Sahara desert on certain days... And I wished there was snow.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;4.  Low income tax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But where exactly does our money go?  Think about it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;5.  &lt;strike&gt;Cheaper&lt;/strike&gt; stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recent fuel hike removed the word cheap from the dictionary of Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Therefore, based on the arguments presented above, the obvious conclusion is that... Malaysia isn't what they claim it is.  If you're still not convinced, read &lt;a href="http://www.3gpclip.com/2006/02/22/living-in-united-kingdom-uk-compare-to-malaysia/"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt;.  It sure as hell convinced me that life here sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:  To all my friends and family, it doesn't suck with you guys around. =)  You guys are the only reason I decided to stay behind and not fly off to another country to study &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yet&lt;/span&gt;. XD&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/22939965-7212681000010583647?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/7212681000010583647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=7212681000010583647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/7212681000010583647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/7212681000010583647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/06/thats-it-pack-up-and-leave-xd.html' title='That&apos;s it, pack up and leave!! XD'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-2689046237120174129</id><published>2008-06-23T19:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T19:45:46.892+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>Lady on the train</title><content type='html'>It's not like I enjoy taking the LRT in the morning...  I mean, who would wanna be in a train that has the smell of sweat, perfume, cologne, and occasionally, the silent killer - fart.  Not to mention having to squeeze till we end up like a can of sardines (I think smashed tuna would be a better description).  So, if it wasn't because mommy woke up late and had an important meeting to attend to, I would &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEVER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEVER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EVER EVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; take the LRT to college at 8-9am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we reached the next packed station, Asia Jaya, some lady and her dear friend barged in even though there was no space and stood in front of me.  The lady was so close to me, (I'm not a pervert okay!) her breast were pressing against me.   =.="  Puh-lease lah!  I don't wanna be sued for molesting an old lady... Especially when I'm not a lesbian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... So I had to carefully move my hand away from the crazy woman into a not-so-comfortable position.  Soon after, we reached Bangsar station.  A guy from the back was trying to get out.  Then, this crazy lady said to her friend "haiyo... So slow wan these people..."  Her friend replied, "yalor".  By this time... This three words were the only thing that came to my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DOT DOT DOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She had the guts to call people slow, but didn't even bother to help by getting off the train.  Then again, she didn't even bother to let passengers off before boarding the train earlier.  To think the government tried to instill moral values into children when we have adults who behave worst than monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the train arrived at Sentral station!!!!  Well, it was kinda packed, so I said "Excuse me.."  cause I'd be knocking her if I turned even slightly to face the door.  Then, she said to her friend, "Door is there, she forgot ar?"  As though I was deaf.  Hello!! Earth to stupid people, having headphones on does not mean I can't hear.  After I turned, I heard her say, "Excuse what leh?"  Puh-lease lah.. 'Excuse me' is just a gesture of politeness.  I didn't have to say a single word, bump into her, and just walk off.  Oh well, I suppose rude people like her who don't have any moral values in them wouldn't know the meaning of a simple yet meaningful word.&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/22939965-2689046237120174129?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/2689046237120174129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=2689046237120174129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/2689046237120174129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/2689046237120174129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/06/lady-on-train.html' title='Lady on the train'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-7492876308082461319</id><published>2008-06-06T23:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T14:13:06.034+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>Trip to Genting</title><content type='html'>My cousins came up from Singapore for a short tour of Malaysia.  On the first day, we went to Genting.  Surprisingly, even my dad went for a few rides!  The last time we went to Genting, the only ride he took was the Teacup.  Even so, he felt so sick after that that he couldn't even walk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img117.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp1487en5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img117.imageshack.us/img117/5844/imgp1487en5.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise!  Daddy sitting on the flying chairs!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the flying chairs, we sat on the Tobaggon (I think it's spelled like that... XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img165.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp1493nf1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img165.imageshack.us/img165/61/imgp1493nf1.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we have my cousin Brandon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img123.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp1494tm8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img123.imageshack.us/img123/4168/imgp1494tm8.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Brenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img366.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp1495ny8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/2441/imgp1495ny8.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom, xiao yi and Brenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img128.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp1501ri8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img128.imageshack.us/img128/1796/imgp1501ri8.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother acting cool and composed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Next we sat on the Pirate Train.  Frankly, it was a disaster.  That "ride" was made to fool people!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we went to queue up for the Pirate Ship.  The queue was long as usual.  But since it was a Friday, the queue was considerably shorter that if it were to be a weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img115.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp1505rq3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img115.imageshack.us/img115/7597/imgp1505rq3.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some snacks while waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img139.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp1506nv5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img139.imageshack.us/img139/684/imgp1506nv5.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superman pose!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img264.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp1510fa5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img264.imageshack.us/img264/9861/imgp1510fa5.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride on the Pirate Ship became a screaming competition instead.  Besides my brother and I (who wanted to sit at the last row), the rest of my family went to sit on the other side.  Unfortunately, my side lost the screaming competition. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Later on, we went indoors to give ourselves the scare of our lives by going through the Van Helsing experience.  I mean, I know it's actually real people behind the scenes... But I just can't help freaking out when some guy wears a Frankenstein/Werewolf mask and comes running towards me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While going back down the hill, we stopped at the temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img210.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp1540ie1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img210.imageshack.us/img210/8422/imgp1540ie1.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother thought it was rather hard for them to carry such a large peach that he decided to help too! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img401.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp1568cv8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img401.imageshack.us/img401/8164/imgp1568cv8.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;-- twins? --&gt;       &lt;a href="http://img117.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp1487en5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img117.imageshack.us/img117/5844/imgp1487en5.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my dad is a descendant of Bao Qing Tian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img263.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp1572ls9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img263.imageshack.us/img263/5863/imgp1572ls9.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The art of cutting!  Pretty cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img107.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp1539ju1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img107.imageshack.us/img107/9190/imgp1539ju1.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random photo... My brother wanted me to just snap with his hand out... lol&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/22939965-7492876308082461319?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/7492876308082461319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=7492876308082461319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/7492876308082461319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/7492876308082461319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/06/trip-to-genting.html' title='Trip to Genting'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-7456625802231676520</id><published>2008-05-30T12:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T13:05:05.448+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><title type='text'>Last day of College</title><content type='html'>*Sorry.. No pictures this round till I find the cable for my phone @@*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the last day of college before our 1 month semester break.  Well, for me, it would be 3 weeks as I have replacement classes for BS during the last week. =( Oh well.. At least that last week would put me into studying mode because our exams start on the day college reopens. T__T It reminds me of what Pn. Lee always said before a test, "It's time for your date with destiny".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, my classes ended at 11am.  hehe.  Only 2 hours of class on Fridays. ^^V Later we played badminton and table tennis till our stomachs yelled for help.  We had a tough time deciding where to eat as we were already dead bored with the hawker stalls around and dear Snokee and Choon Hui didn't wanna walk to Sentral Station. =( A 10 minutes walk was considered far... In the end, we decided to take the monorail down to Times Square.  lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate at some Hong Kong style place.  Unfortunately, while we were happily ordering, some guy swooped down and stole Choon Hui's bag!!  The poor thief probably thought that there was a laptop inside as we were all college students.  The only thing he missed out on was that we weren't RICH college students who brought our laptop to college everyday. XD Oh.. There was even a CCTV pointing in our direction!   I found it rather odd cause Choon Hui's bag was really heavy with tons and tons of books and the place was crowded but nobody saw anybody pass by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went around looking, but couldn't find anything.  In the end, we decided to continue the search after eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question:  What's a college student's worst nightmare?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer:  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Losing their notes. &lt;/span&gt; Highlight to read XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choon Hui finished eating first (obviously he would...) and went on to continue with the search. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, a phone call came saying that he found his bag! HOORAY!! (This is like a drama show... Where it always ends with a happy ending..)  Luckily for Choon Hui, the security guard found his bag near the monorail station. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went bowling before heading on home. The end. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-7456625802231676520?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/7456625802231676520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=7456625802231676520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/7456625802231676520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/7456625802231676520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/05/last-day-of-college.html' title='Last day of College'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-7970762776000283882</id><published>2008-05-23T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T18:27:00.746+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><title type='text'>Mei Xin and the Birthday</title><content type='html'>I know your birthday is tomorrow... But anyway, HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY! You are now legally allowed to smoke, drink, bla bla bla... I don't think you'd start smoking and drinking though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went all the way to Secret Recipe at Sentral to get her a cake.  Unfortunately, there wasn't a 7-inch cake..... They only had the 9-inch one which was RM70, so I bought just a slice of Strawberry Chocolate cake. (Actually, I chose it cause it was bigger.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made her pull the candle from the cake using her mouth. Later, we 'hopped' onto the monorail and headed for LaLa Land (Sungei Wang Plaza)!  To be honest, this is the first time I've seen LaLa Land so empty! I didn't need to squeeze and push just to get out of the place!   The place has some pretty neat clothes and their Extreme store is HUGE.  Without the huge crowd around, it'd would be a pretty nice place to shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eliz then took us to the Crepe stall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img368.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp1446ld9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img368.imageshack.us/img368/7287/imgp1446ld9.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snokee &amp;amp; Elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img390.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp1448lq9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img390.imageshack.us/img390/8776/imgp1448lq9.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mei Xin glaring at me!! T____________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img367.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp1449da0.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img367.imageshack.us/img367/4904/imgp1449da0.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our crepe first... :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img367.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp1454bs0.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img367.imageshack.us/img367/5301/imgp1454bs0.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip to LaLa Land would not be complete without a LaLa pose by Mei Xin! (Sorry.. Tissue got in the way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We bought Mei Xin a Hoola-ing Stitch with its mouth wide open and then headed back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mei Xin should be in Ipoh by the now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cat, now you can't say I didn't update! =D*&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/22939965-7970762776000283882?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/7970762776000283882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=7970762776000283882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/7970762776000283882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/7970762776000283882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/05/mei-xin-and-birthday.html' title='Mei Xin and the Birthday'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-9196047587182183444</id><published>2008-05-07T18:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T18:55:07.242+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>Real Life Stories to Kill Your Bored and Depressed soul.</title><content type='html'>Just a short post to introduce you to my kai kor's wonderfully amusing blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I never knew real life events could make my stomach hurt so much from laughing... I never knew that people could be so...... Senseless...?  (I think dumb would be a better word though.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever need a laugh, head on to Ernest's&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifesatwist.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. If you are heading to India to further your studies, then you'll definitely have to visit his blog!! =)  No doubt they may be famous for their affordable and 'high quality' medical courses, but reading his blog will definitely make you wanna think twice about going there. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-9196047587182183444?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/9196047587182183444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=9196047587182183444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/9196047587182183444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/9196047587182183444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/05/real-life-stories-to-kill-your-bored.html' title='Real Life Stories to Kill Your Bored and Depressed soul.'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-4344499799734804717</id><published>2008-05-06T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T20:56:46.587+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>Emo-ing</title><content type='html'>From kindergarten till now, I've never wanted to grow up... I hated it when I grew older every year because that would mean that I'm getting closer to the type of person I don't want to be.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;A grown-up.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked being a carefree kid and I enjoy being an emo teenager with loads of friends.  But I don't think I will like being an egoistical, self-centered, bullshitting, narrow-minded, profit orientated, practically useless adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yet the clock still ticks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Day by day.... Year by year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;Adults talk as though the world is seperated into two types of people.  The ones you can manipulate in any way, and the ones you can't.  In their world, there are no such things as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;.  In their world, money makes the world go round.  In their world, a suffocating pattern of life is repeated every day.   All this done for the sake of their family that they hardly spend any time with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's as though the word &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;life &lt;/span&gt;disappeared from their dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next part will be encrypted and I don't think I'll be giving out the key as there are people involved whom I cannot disclose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:Decrypt_text('despair', 'J61MX15oOPHkzz/TnRPTOZg9RlFU+SQ746eof3VDH5lOdKsZ\n0ZG9ldCCm0ohsRv4VenfmhonWvgh2ZIQUm58SkYuX810jV1Y\nLf8Eqj8WliSr0VTf4/Jw3ULxEg+Tcj7EeR75mns4uZkpV1c6\nHMALyaoNe/VaLcbhS0nw/1Tmoy2I+yDtJDC+Uinv5deU0W9j\ncTTBpP9CofNlYM/JQfBpVmhUlCrBZsftM5I6XpVxAnhv5+v6\nyFlJ8QrpFrRSCHQvyTQoTs9UjkEUetfsFjk3aLIwbR5vDgdO\n9XklL1wRRKvrwF/X/Hmpk5/b8K6nk0ZLbmnveivGxMafQX7s\nBl11Gfue9YVJ6yv/wD0NYRpanZ7L2QpjJHtaUhKAUONRF+Ri\nI9iYZSr8D6ls/4yOHyce3BM4idRHSR6fU6AbIJ5nffa6mfff\nWn37BE1wQvpkGqG1ZtWFhVsb4ycHgSLHWJg63RH6tMWLMm18\nW60OZUy+4j8OrudHTx9ZgHAenNhawDd8uYZOCVJ0yjJv4zAQ\nhE05nUisRb7LeUmbOkpzpXdd7juht1fvc4dPv60YdrhNCAAh\nRB24XkHuUFXirrYQRN978MVZK54kNyhq9Lw2L0Ku70+wn6hp\niwE4qgh6KIKbTLstfe6hX/Ulhm/EYFP+7cB4QTj0WgjNtDcx\noZ+ncXkSq0fdmirlSSD1qOEDY7b4+njGOxgin+Yc3JUjPiNG\nD4zbL9gjc92vnsfGquA0mQ1RhnZbwUhjBSMPY0vbNbpCDdR+\nqD7rHL1LC0MF6zV1Pp2lQoXW0D+m7ZSFhUnq4vAl2bXuFP53\npMlNR/PAew+bWoQxlttkubBJrQFoKt2sJP3/UR2kmznQj5+i\nqGbM8wgwUfERbrxo96jNi2ILgziVKSF8ueKREUYGOMnkAh/I\nWL77aJRS4yHArSYUmQ51fSmtA5rlZTtfoHklAOr2VB5Pe5te\n6gFepvmyb+Rae9hGm/DwJDsa33s7Y9/nuRFmAxV8i7bdMo4o\ndNwzP7QU1sfMfZOwsbpYBaC04padPqB041zczB1DyqV3J+wm\nCPFPTmR5q+Vy+3wfK9VDjtdiVJqG55lHjz8fj7N08LNDlZWR\n6p8w5ZIIu9NxwI2oyFFN0vfhi9rWCmE8T1O+i3S5WodY/mlk\nnuJbBe7Q6Q1CcYoDa/eySOHbhYxobXT7/S5GXu6azdKeVEdj\nbRhYdI0MMv1yfRMs3eMZwfaA67zH0RbBX+hHOIiYf0aTBORC\nQh56m9/ZMXm6xWGe8S6wN7WIskdpvhzDuZJiEyo4xYs7z2TJ\nBljsBNWR2PkMLOsz51GcTS6Fjvvckkosk3xGu5Knbwh4Db5k\nuR5xK+km35KJ7fXfwrjRgwzQRwoSfqX+mXK+TCrtKu/qmjxW\ngfWTdajirqK3RpyQAhvdB7s3JY0IOGAx2rrx7g1RCS9uYlqv\nrHrQoRjotblS9qN5HPb1j72+7SH4C8XE ');"&gt;Show encrypted text&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the two people whom I care about will be able to get back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="despair"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-4344499799734804717?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/4344499799734804717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=4344499799734804717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/4344499799734804717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/4344499799734804717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/05/emo-ing.html' title='Emo-ing'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-958527844679612270</id><published>2008-05-01T18:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T17:35:42.956+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>Sungai Pelek</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I rushed all the way home cause I was supposed to be at Lynnie's place.  It totally slipped my mind till I remembered that the next day was Labour's day.  I blame the&lt;br /&gt;ais kacang that we were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to have after MAD (Music and Drama) Club.  XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was just unbearable that day.  So, after the meeting ended, we walked to the Cendol/ais kacang stall for some ais kacang!!  Unfortunately, they were all out of ICE!!! T___T  So we had to settle for Coconut water.  But, they didn't have enough coconut and Ian ended up having lime water instead...  Rushed home, took a bath, dinner, packed my stuff and plopped myself into my dad's car.  We embarked on the complicated journey to Lynnie's house at 8.40pm...  During the journey, this was the conversation between my daddy and me.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad:  Luckily got the GPS...  It's impossible to find this place (referring to Lynnie's house).  If don't have the GPS, I sure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;mang-chang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (Hokkien for get angry.. haha) already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:  That's why your blood pressure these days so low &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dad:  Must be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey to Lynnie's house was like going through a maze.  There was an overhead bridge and several exits all leading to Bukit Jelutong.  @@  Plus there were tons of roundabouts.  My dad nearly ran over the last mini roundabout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over at Lynnie's place, we crashed into Han's bright yellow room.  Mia started talking about the weekly manga featured at MangaTraders.  This week, it was Rabbit Doubt or Doubt.  Being curious people, Han and I started reading the manga.  A word of caution for other curious people who don't heed the warnings of others : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;DO NOT READ THE MANGA AT NIGHT!  &lt;/span&gt;Han had a little trouble showering and going downstairs at night after reading the manga. hahahaha!  Mia and I, on the other hand, decided not to sleep in the guest room and crash in with Lynnie.  XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... We had a hard time deciding who would be sleeping where...  Lynnie and Mia both had sleeping kung-fu so they objected to sleeping together...  In the end, we decided to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lat&lt;/span&gt; to see who would get to sleep on the floor.  Unfortunately, Lynnie won and slept on the floor.  To prevent me from hugging her while sleeping, Mia placed a bolster in between us. XD (I need something to hug when I sleep or I'll keep tossing and turning till I find one..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we got a wake up call from Lynnie's mom and left her house by 7.30am to meet up at an office building around USJ12.  Okay then.... I'll stop with the talking and let my pictures speak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img178.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp1349sf9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img178.imageshack.us/img178/5304/imgp1349sf9.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cam-whoring at the back of Lynnie's car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img373.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp1357sn9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img373.imageshack.us/img373/6889/imgp1357sn9.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught Lynnie by surprise while in the car!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In The House... Joel's House.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img388.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp1360nf8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img388.imageshack.us/img388/4964/imgp1360nf8.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynnie decided to pose in a cute manner while we were in the house. haas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img371.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp1361an5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img371.imageshack.us/img371/4949/imgp1361an5.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once more, I caught Lynnie by surprise. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img261.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp1362lc8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img261.imageshack.us/img261/4227/imgp1362lc8.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, the picture looks cool like this... haha.. Mia you poser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img176.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp1363zd1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img176.imageshack.us/img176/3760/imgp1363zd1.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken at the back of the house... There's a huge lake behind the house!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played some games at the backyard and then had lunch.  After lunch, we went to the Gold Coast beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img373.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp1374de7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img373.imageshack.us/img373/6427/imgp1374de7.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia the poser strikes again........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img363.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp1378xa8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img363.imageshack.us/img363/6355/imgp1378xa8.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one in yellowish-green is Megan and she's only 14 this year... Tall huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img120.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp1377qx6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img120.imageshack.us/img120/95/imgp1377qx6.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find the baby crab!!  I'm very sure there's one in this around the center. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following game is called..  Find the crab!!  Apparently, I took pictures of a crab... But now I cant find it even though I've zoomed in... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img379.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp1382kb9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img379.imageshack.us/img379/9828/imgp1382kb9.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;            &lt;a href="http://img166.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp1383nv5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img166.imageshack.us/img166/7129/imgp1383nv5.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;           &lt;a href="http://img521.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp1384hh3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img521.imageshack.us/img521/5176/imgp1384hh3.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun!!! :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img122.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp1385mb8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img122.imageshack.us/img122/6010/imgp1385mb8.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;               &lt;a href="http://img259.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp1392vj9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img259.imageshack.us/img259/8265/imgp1392vj9.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia posing with her "sand masterpiece"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img371.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp1401gy7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img371.imageshack.us/img371/4240/imgp1401gy7.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone shoot the poser!! lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img385.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp1403yn3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img385.imageshack.us/img385/4825/imgp1403yn3.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... This picture was actually meant for the honeydew ice-cream people...  But... Joel popped in and turned out looking like a stalker! lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img178.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp1404or3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img178.imageshack.us/img178/6976/imgp1404or3.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia looks so stress eating her orange flavoured ice-cream...  Joel pops into the picture once more... lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img395.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp1418or5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img395.imageshack.us/img395/6184/imgp1418or5.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                     &lt;a href="http://img180.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp1420dl3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/4586/imgp1420dl3.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last picture with the host and his sister before embarking on our journey back to PJ.&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/22939965-958527844679612270?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/958527844679612270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=958527844679612270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/958527844679612270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/958527844679612270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/05/sungai-pelek.html' title='Sungai Pelek'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-5194705188453448923</id><published>2008-04-29T18:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T18:52:15.165+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Balkis?</title><content type='html'>Balkis is the Muslim name of the Queen of Sheba, Solomon's favourite wife.  She was an intellectual individual who helped her husband from the shadows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a bid to "ensure that the people's welfare" is looked after, the BALKIS of Malaysia decided to transfer out RM9.9million from their account to BAKTI as they had the "same objectives".  Read the article &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2008/4/26/nation/21076243&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; if you have no idea what the heck I'm talking about. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I've never heard of either BALKIS or BAKTI until today.  I mean, if they really were doing all that charity, wouldn't they be in the news and stuff of the sort?  At the very least, they'd be on the walls of those charity homes that they're "funding".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, if there's still that much money in their accounts, who in the world are they helping? RM9.9 million is a heck lot of money.  It could save all those homeless, glue sniffing, abandoned kids from ruining their entire future and prevent them from being 'sampah masyarakat'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I mention that the money in their accounts are from the state government which is actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; (in my case, it's my parents) money?  I wonder how much the Menteri's and their wives contributed besides sitting there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little expenditure of Balkis...;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="BTXWalbaum85pt" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; letter-spacing: -0.15pt; position: relative; top: 2pt;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;•&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.1pt;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;RM218,719 for the opening ceremony of Komplex Wawasan Balkis;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="BTXWalbaum85pt" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; letter-spacing: -0.15pt; position: relative; top: 2pt;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;•&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.1pt;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;RM200,000 for the Balkis dinner;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="BTXWalbaum85pt" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; letter-spacing: -0.15pt; position: relative; top: 2pt;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;•&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.1pt;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;RM10,000 for a table at the same dinner; and&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="BTXWalbaum85pt" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; letter-spacing: -0.15pt; position: relative; top: 2pt;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;•&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.1pt;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;RM161,660 for programmes organised by Balkis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;obtained from &lt;a href="http://www.sun2surf.com/article.cfm?id=21755"&gt;Sun2surf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It seems that the BALKIS in Penang is following in the footsteps of Selangor's BALKIS.  How much money would they have this time?  If the organisation was meant for the poor, then why abolish it instead of letting the next Selangor's minister's wife take over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After BN lost Selangor, it seems more and more of these dirty politics are surfacing every day.  It's a good thing they lost.  Or else, things will just get dirtier with each passing day.  (And they still wonder why students aren't coming back to serve the country...  Fools...)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/22939965-5194705188453448923?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/5194705188453448923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=5194705188453448923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/5194705188453448923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/5194705188453448923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/04/balkis.html' title='Balkis?'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-2245203181784240765</id><published>2008-04-28T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T20:39:11.552+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>Driving test</title><content type='html'>Just a note to say.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I PASSED MY DRIVING TEST WITHOUT BRIBING! WHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though... I got scolded badly by the JPJ officer. XD And Mia, I don't have a car.  Therefore, you can't make me drive you around!! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I'm not taking my test in KL where they say it's a guaranteed fail if you don't bribe the officer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-2245203181784240765?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/2245203181784240765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=2245203181784240765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/2245203181784240765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/2245203181784240765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/04/driving-test.html' title='Driving test'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-4576394248857585243</id><published>2008-04-22T20:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T19:55:06.352+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quizzies'/><title type='text'>Tagged by Mia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Instructions: Remove ONE question from below, and add in your personal question, make it a total of 20 questions, then tag 8 people in your list, list them out at the end of this post. Notify them in their chat box that he/she has been tagged. Whoever does the tag will have blessings from all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.What have you realized recently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more sleep than ever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you given your first kiss away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. If you were to be stranded on a deserted island, who are the 11 buddies you would take with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EeL&lt;br /&gt;- spare food for me...! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hua&lt;br /&gt;- because he will merajuk if he doesn't see his name on this list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia&lt;br /&gt;- she's important&lt;br /&gt;- if I don't agree I think a kick will come flying at me right? lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynnie&lt;br /&gt;- just because she a gorgeous friend to have around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janice&lt;br /&gt;- she has the brains to help us all survive on the stranded island!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winnie&lt;br /&gt;- I just want Winnie to be around because she's wonderful. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YYY&lt;br /&gt;- To kill all the scary animals for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stanford&lt;br /&gt;- My complain department would have to be shut down without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin Mun&lt;br /&gt;- Our very own punching bag!! weeeee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jie/Jin&lt;br /&gt;- Inseparable duo...&lt;br /&gt;- Without Jie, we'd die of boredom because there won't be anybody doing anything dumb..&lt;br /&gt;- Without Jin can survive wan... But  the art of sarcasm will extinct from Planet Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunny, doggie, piggie.&lt;br /&gt;- I can't live without them. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Where is the place that you want to go the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japan! (Mia.. I think most of my answers are gonna be the same as yours....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. If you can have 1 dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a pair of wings so I can fly!! Then I wouldn't have to walk back home everyday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen loads of them.. Obviously I believe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. What are you afraid to lose the most now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you win $1 million, what would you do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make money with money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err..... Highly doubt I will... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If you could turn back time, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make dinosaurs my pets to eat up all the dumb politicians. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Which type of person do you hate the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backstabbers who pretend to be your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. What is the one thing you cannot live without?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can survive without water for 3 days... I can't survive without my doggie even for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. If you have faults, would you rather the people around you point it out to you or would you rather they keep quiet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err.. What Mia said...  If it's someone I've known for a long time, it's good if they pointed it out to me.  But if it's someone I just met, I don't think I wanna know. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14.What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15.Are you a shopaholic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm... No money to be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16.Find a word to describe the person who tagged you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insane....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.If you have a chance. Which part of your character you would like to change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE MYSELF!  I don't wanna change!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Whats the last shocking thing you've seen or heard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look like a Japanese.... T.T  I'm pure Chinese!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.Would you wanna change the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would I not wanna change the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What is the clearest thing you can remember during your childhood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fooling around with someone during nap time in kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag :&lt;br /&gt;Whoever hasn't been tagged by Mia who tags everybody who reads her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:  I did not change any question. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-4576394248857585243?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/4576394248857585243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=4576394248857585243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/4576394248857585243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/4576394248857585243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/04/tagged-by-mia.html' title='Tagged by Mia'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-2606972685250135306</id><published>2008-04-08T19:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T21:48:42.603+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><title type='text'>GM food and Ligers?</title><content type='html'>Before you read any further, let me remind you once more that I am not taking biology... haha.. These propped up during my economics class while we were discussing about crops and how they are planted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madam Chew, our economics lecturer, said in France, the farmers were protesting against Genetically Modified (GM for short) crops as they can't produce seeds.  So every year, if they want to plant the crops, they would have to buy the seeds again.  Imagine buying seeds every year when what you earn is already so little that you can hardly feed yourself!  Poor farmers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amongst the types of crops that were created, there are those that have been modified with pesticides so that pests will stay away from it.  Now, here's the question... If even bugs don't want it, why should I be eating that crap?  I'll probably die of "pesticide" poisoning!  The worst part is, GM foods have only been around for roughly 15 years...  Only God knows what sort of side effects they wield.  Just in case you didn't know, all the corn in Malaysia is a GM product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one country in the world does not use GM food in anyway.  And that wonderful country is...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Japan! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All GM crops are banned from being imported into the country.  They're the only country that totally opposes these freak foods that will most probably cause loads of health problems in the future.  Therefore, to counter the over dependence on GM food, we should all migrate to Japan!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, USA is a firm supporter of GM foods.  An anti-GM food person actually went to the trouble of researching all the food products in the USA.  It turns out that at least 0.1% of the ingredients in food products are GM foods.  Okay.. Enough with crops...  Now, we move on to animals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.vet.upenn.edu/schoolresources/communications/publications/bellwether/62/images/liger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 255px;" src="http://www.vet.upenn.edu/schoolresources/communications/publications/bellwether/62/images/liger.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody, meet Hercules the Liger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Liger is a hybrid cross between a male lion and a female tiger.  Male Ligers are sterile for they never reach puberty due to their unstable genes.  Female ligers on the other hand are fertile.  Because of this, Ligers cannot produce other Liger off springs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also Tigons and Leopons!  Tigons are a cross between a male Tiger and female Lion while  Leopon is a cross between a male Leopard and female lion. Ti-tigons are also possible (cross between a male tiger and female tigon).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are not genetically modified.  They mated on their own and thus became like this.. Oh gosh... That Liger is seriously ... HUMONGOUS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-2606972685250135306?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/2606972685250135306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=2606972685250135306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/2606972685250135306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/2606972685250135306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/04/gm-food-and-ligers.html' title='GM food and Ligers?'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-2967086793258646916</id><published>2008-04-06T21:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T23:13:58.690+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>L: Change the World.</title><content type='html'>Went to Sunway to watch L: Change the World with Mia, Lynnie, Winnie and Jan.  Met Mia at the bus station at around 9.50am.  Unfortunately I arrived 2 minutes after the bus left and Mia was 'mad' at me. XD  Sorry lor.. I don't like heels, therefore I can't run in them. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img148.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp1190cu9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/2156/imgp1190cu9.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a href="http://img218.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp1193eo7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img218.imageshack.us/img218/4594/imgp1193eo7.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://img390.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp1194aw8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img390.imageshack.us/img390/3826/imgp1194aw8.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Please don't faint after seeing these SS pictures... Lynnie, Mia and Jan were just so crazy about L that they posed with the poster.  They even tried to feed him! hahaha.  The movie was really nice and funny. Though my bro thinks that the first two movies were a lot better.  Either way, I love Ken'ichi's portrayal of L.  His acting is so realistic and hilarious!!  During the movie, some guy was sitting to my right.  In the dark, he really looked like L.  His hairstyle was the same and he was wearing a white long sleeved shirt with black pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we went to eat Wraps for lunch.  Being a chocolate-lover, I ordered the Choconut.  But Jan's one was way way way nicer!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img262.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp1198hu7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img262.imageshack.us/img262/848/imgp1198hu7.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lynnie and Mia posing for my camera!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img167.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp1199fo5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/7305/imgp1199fo5.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jan claims this to be a stalker-ish picture.  I claim this to be a work of art! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img204.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp1200rb4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img204.imageshack.us/img204/9006/imgp1200rb4.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whahahahaha!!! I'm half a head taller than Mia with heels on!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lynnie left really really early, at 3.15... After she left, we went around to look for a pair of shoes to replace my torn and tattered Converse but failed to find a suitable one. We spent loads of time in the anime shop Comic Paradise *I think* struggling with what 2008 anime calender to choose... &gt;.&gt; Many many thanks to Jan and Winnie for the mini teddy that I now use on my phone! ^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, while walking around, we met up with the DDR machine once more. hahaha... We ended up playing a few rounds too.. XD  I couldn't play with heels on so I had to take 'em off.  My feet hurt like mad after playing cause we had to literally stomp on the arrows because they were really really unresponsive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img179.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp1202ur1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img179.imageshack.us/img179/6026/imgp1202ur1.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the concentration they are putting into the game!! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Went back home together with Mia thanks to Winnie and her mom.  We ended up taking pix at the back of the car just to annoy Winnie.. hahaha.  The pix are at Mia's blog.  It was slightly drizzling when I got home.  I was really really tired after reaching home partly due to the heels.. *hates heels!!* XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-2967086793258646916?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/2967086793258646916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=2967086793258646916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/2967086793258646916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/2967086793258646916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/04/l-change-world.html' title='L: Change the World.'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-1751014408842081072</id><published>2008-04-02T18:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T19:33:48.098+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><title type='text'>Life in College</title><content type='html'>Currently 'eating' encyclopedias and one thing's for sure.... THEY TASTE HORRIBLE! But I'll have to 'eat' a little everyday.  Whoever said Art Stream subjects are easier had better start eating their words now or I'll chop 'em up! XD   Our classes are way smaller than the science classes.  Science classes can go up to 20 over students but our Art based classes have a maximum of 12 students! =(  In fact, my business class only has 5 students.  LoL.  Okay.  On to the college......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img353.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp1165kp1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img353.imageshack.us/img353/8393/imgp1165kp1.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my cousin on the right.  SHE'S SO MUCH TALLER THAN ME!! *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is encrypted to prevent me from being sued for defamation.  XD  But if you know me, you'll know the password.  It's a nickname of mine that I use in my MSN display name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:Decrypt_text('unique_name', '1aj+ryIAF4KoQ++fU8GSqXR+zxiz23rpH5cUPqTIYfvkYmCt\n52qePfIy6Jyqqe91sobf6UPR2ybDTfTiffvnpaeX58DiU5aj\n4IkCv3mwOaG6yjY3xJzswh+WK2d9epdustm9QWWBZBENVGEH\n63crCTYQ44kjMCg+wCQ47LGcrnp/xVK/luw0tli4k0Fv9SLy\nlPmnWZh4wjIULlc+opjW/SycX0EN/ON5f2VG8YrxdkBOTlJD\n8Wv+hZrZx5L2TngZceAEScpRcF/ZA5Pzvpn/mf2MKr2fVBaM\nRNBBuKhzbMUG/U/W6G1mCOphQyzij5cYUUzvU1UdM+lIyJAl\nA0PvKepfFaTQqa1LdiDXrBu3lNHB1AqjzX0ZYcvM8acB1Cje\n8UxSqZzEDifXLQ4BYnzP8no6D2CTCNuZsTueFvwXoQNAyukR\nQW8vVSv+ZQZPJ7B78TyirEzxK1W5xULRzcBeca4QaineFIZb\n7EhZXHpWrIY6KPXIEoZZx2lp39H0Mf6Pqzi2/Q5DMgumJTBm\npnOdzYHahdOOx85EY2TUPbxOqGVHlo3YewDULAMXkYF8+r07\nWqWTOHKHy+iKQZ4/eIEEN5uZzhJxGC4D7g3l6YJlc6s4mQbj\nVfHH8sXSXZxzRR8QaAPpXWd+hJMmrIB/RMKZnwUgLVcC+M2o\nZ9Df6uOvfa0ECC0mDsK81NbgBvaenGYNmixP6xy9AlPrYUsg\nN+venLzb5XimWSIxJ4pMaxq/sJDxmUh07nKQW1sSI2suHSoC\nB0P5JeG1EBbmxcvX3OeZNoN4pi+rNPhmQ32ObpmPdNqSqbWD\nIUKwrh1OKRvxf+af ');"&gt;Show encrypted text&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="unique_name"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img258.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp1187ji1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img258.imageshack.us/img258/5020/imgp1187ji1.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a new phone!!  Another item down from my wish list!! whahaha! Well, the phone isn't exactly a new phone.  It's a 2nd hand phone that has only been used for a month.  Bought it at RM200 cheaper than the original price. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img254.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp1188uz4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img254.imageshack.us/img254/963/imgp1188uz4.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at how slim it is!! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm starting to wonder whether my dad is in a right mind right now...  He's been buying the stuff off my wish list one by one... o.o The other day, he even asked me whether I wanted a PSP and my own laptop.. O.O&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/22939965-1751014408842081072?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/1751014408842081072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=1751014408842081072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/1751014408842081072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/1751014408842081072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/04/life-in-college.html' title='Life in College'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-9175531169902957991</id><published>2008-04-01T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T18:03:18.689+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><title type='text'>April Fools!!</title><content type='html'>The only day you can fool your lecturer and get away with it. whahaha!! The poor lecturer who fell victim to our plans was our law lecturer, Miss Dharma.  Here's what we did.  The bunch of us had set our watches back by 1 hour.  We even added another student to the class to make it seem more realistic!  When she came in, we just stared at her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Alex asked, "Ma'am, why are you here?  We're having Business Studies now...  You're one hour early." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stared at us with this super puzzled look on her face.  She looked at her watch and said "But my watch says it 12.30 already."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth then said "Are you sure your watch is working fine?  All our watches say its 11.30."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kept looking at her schedule and saying "Oh really" with that puzzled look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I seriously couldn't hold myself in anymore and started giggling.  That's when the it gave way. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Dharma realized it and said (with a smile on her face) "You guys really had me fooled there because my last class was at 10.  I just thought the extra girl was just a new student in the class.  If there were more people in the class, I would've believed you guys already."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... Thanks for the tip!  We'll be sure to add more people into the class next year!! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-9175531169902957991?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/9175531169902957991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=9175531169902957991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/9175531169902957991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/9175531169902957991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/04/april-fools.html' title='April Fools!!'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-7029389673637178899</id><published>2008-03-25T16:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T19:38:28.276+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>First Day Of College.</title><content type='html'>The college isn't really big, the facilities aren't top notch like HELP or Taylors, but the people are real nice. ^^  That's the impression I have of Methodist College.  Plus, the lecturers are all super chun-tet.  The only downside is, I got introduced to 20 over people, and I hardly remember 10 names.........  Out of the ten, two of them belong to my long lost cousins.  Well, they aren't really lost.  It's just that I've never seen them before... Or so I thought....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day, it turns out that they waited for me at the entrance. haha.  A friend of theirs told me that when she asked Kylie and Marcus what were they doing at the entrance, they said "I'm waiting for my cousin whom I've never seen before."  LOL.  It's not that we've never met... We did meet...... Once.  When we were two or three.  But who would remember something that happened so long ago? haas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose Economics, Law, Maths and Business Studies as my A-level subjects.  And... It's a killer.  I'll have to read Forbes, The Guardian, Fortune and world news... Books are gonna cost a bomb too since our college doesn't encourage us to photocopy unless the books are out of stock (but that only happens with law books).  Our college also requires us to complete 10 hours of community service in 1 semester..  The current semester ends in June, which means I have 2 months to complete them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next..  A couple of pictures (literally) to show you how much expensive colleges like *ahem ahem* are truly a waste of money and filled with boredom as compared to Methodist. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img249.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp1159fo8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/3479/imgp1159fo8.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who said Pepsi Cola is for kids only?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img409.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp1162it4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/7017/imgp1162it4.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one on the left is my wonderful cousin, Marcus.  I couldn't get Kylie's picture cause she's always busy... I haven't even seen her today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img260.imageshack.us/my.php?image=resizeoftigerposter51kloy9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img260.imageshack.us/img260/6365/resizeoftigerposter51kloy9.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a poster on an event that will be held this Thursday at my College.  If you guys still think of me as a friend, COME OR I'LL DUMP YOU! XD  Just kidding.  I know you guys have college too.  haha.  (With the exception of some bummers who are still bumming.)  But it'd be nice if you guys really came.  For more info, do go to the website &lt;a href="http://tonyanthonymalaysia.googlepages.com/home"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  It's on the 27th, from 2.30-4.30pm.  The date and time is not shown on that poster, and I don't know why.  &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-7029389673637178899?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/7029389673637178899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=7029389673637178899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/7029389673637178899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/7029389673637178899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/03/first-day-of-college.html' title='First Day Of College.'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-9053596721490802235</id><published>2008-03-18T11:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T11:47:05.789+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Of bulls and racism.</title><content type='html'>Komtar building, Penang.  A bunch of people actually went to "protest" on the "abolishment" of NEP.  They said that NEP is their "rights", "rights as Malays".  *AH CHOO!*   Sorry, I'm allergic to bullshit.  That sentence made me sneeze the whole day.  The worst bullshit I've heard so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I'm concerned, the NEP is just a stupid policy to help lazy Malays become lazier.  After all, they have to fill up a certain quota in Universities.  If the quota is not filled, what do you do?  You take in any Tom, Dick and Harry to fill the quota even though his results are way worst that the average.  I'm not saying Malays are dumb.  I'm saying they are taking the bloody policy for granted.  I'm not saying all Malays are lazy.  I'm saying it helps them become lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Wikipedia, this is the goal of NEP:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The NEP had the stated goal of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;poverty eradication&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;economic restructuring&lt;/span&gt; so as to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eliminate the identification of ethnicity with economic function&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Poverty eradication.  How come NEP is only for the Malays and not the Indians or the 'Orang Asli? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Malaysian Indian and Orang Asli in particular form the lowest strata of the population in terms of economic ownership." - Wikipedia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Shouldn't the NEP extend to the Indians and Orang Asli since they are poorer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for "Eliminating the identification of ethnicity with economic function"...  Why is it that NEP is a "Right belonging to the Malays"?  Here I thought Malaysia was a really peaceful multi-racial country, and there they are trying to say that Malays are special and stand above other races.  How sad...  From what I was taught, Malays are from Indonesia, Chinese are from China, Indians are from India and Orang Asli are natives.   When will the day come when the people will be known as Malaysians and not Malays, Chinese, Indians or Orang Asli?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-9053596721490802235?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/9053596721490802235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=9053596721490802235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/9053596721490802235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/9053596721490802235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/03/of-bulls-and-racism.html' title='Of bulls and racism.'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-8143650002929244288</id><published>2008-03-16T21:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T22:47:37.228+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>Looking back...</title><content type='html'>Being at home really gave me so much free time that memories started to flood my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  remember the day my dad took me to his office.  I was two or three then.  He carried me down the hallway while I was in a semi-sleep state with my head on his shoulder.  Well, I drooled all over his shoulder and he had to wake me up.  He sort of told me off and said "Wei, your saliva is making my clothes wet."  I remember dad walking into the office of a middle-aged guy wearing specs.  It was light green in color and there was a small plant on his table.  I couldn't remember what they were talking about though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are only four things I can remember from before I was six.  The first was my dad taking me to his office.  The second was when I still lived in Cheras.  I went to a kindergarten that lasted till 4pm, so we had nap times.  We had to bring our own mini mattress, pillow and blanket.  I remember that I couldn't sleep and started fooling around.  As far as I remember, I didn't start it.  It was another guy who slept all the way to the end.  We'd change the positions of our pillow and see who was faster till the teacher scolded us because we giggled too loud.  XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I remember was moving here.  We didn't have much things back then.  One van was all it took to move all our furniture.  We didn't even have a bed then.  We just slept on mattresses.  That was how poor we were.  When we moved in, the living room was empty.  My youngest brother started hollering because he found it amusing to hear the echoes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In kindergarten, I remember playing the Big Bad Wolf where the headmistress was the Wolf.  When she shouted it was lunch time, we ran as fast as we could.  Unfortunately,  a girl fell down and started crying.  That was how the game ended.  haha.  Though faint, I still remember a boy giving me a sort of plastic frame thing with words on top of it.  I can't remember where it is now or why he gave it to me though.  XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's rather surprising I can remember drooling on my dad's shoulder but I can't remember how I actually fell of the table or how I made my babysitter cry...  ( Somehow I made my babysitter beg my parents to find another babysitter............... )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-8143650002929244288?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/8143650002929244288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=8143650002929244288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/8143650002929244288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/8143650002929244288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/03/looking-back.html' title='Looking back...'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-953033298904656871</id><published>2008-03-15T16:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T16:45:59.558+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>It's final.</title><content type='html'>Results are out and my parents weren't really happy on day 1.  Mom started nagging me every morning before she goes to work while I'm still asleep.  It makes matter worst that I have to sleep in her room since my room is undergoing "treatment". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her fickle mind is starting to get rather irritating.  First off, she was the one who was a super Methodist supporter while my dad sided HELP.  After comparing the fees, Dad became a Methodist supporter due to the reasonable fee structure.  Mom on the other hand, became rather doubtful and questions me every morning while I'm sleeping.  I have no idea how she expects a sleeping person to answer her, but she does it anyway. (Till I actually wake up from all the noise...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP is like a leech.  But they don't suck blood; they suck money.  The fees for HELP is more than double the fees for Methodist.  Their exam fees are probably jacked up to drain the poor innocent rich unknowing people of more money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to go to HELP first and check out their open day before registering at Methodist since I'm still torn between the two colleges.  But after taking into account my mother's behavior and my supposedly peaceful mornings that have been destroyed, I decided to just save up the time and register at Methodist.  Whatever doubt I actually had disappeared whenever the thought of going through her nagging came up.  She never talks to me after coming back from work when I'm still awake and can actually think and I don't know why.  All I know is I can't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, tomorrow she'll just zip it up and let me actually sleep for once since I've already registered.  If she goes on nagging like that, I'll definitely go insane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-953033298904656871?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/953033298904656871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=953033298904656871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/953033298904656871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/953033298904656871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-final.html' title='It&apos;s final.'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-4371800418904701872</id><published>2008-03-09T22:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T20:34:17.282+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Elections!</title><content type='html'>Woot!  The opposition party has now taken over Selangor!!  Goodbye to mee hoon and welcome Tony Pua.  Hope mee hoon had another permanent job in plan like retirement.  The people of Malaysia also bid farewell to the clown minister, Samy Vellu, who has entertained us with his useless words instead of doing his job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dirty methods BN used to gain support from the people is rather irritating.  Unfortunately for them, those dirty tricks only work in rural areas.  In Kulai, Ong Ka Ting only won because of all the last minute work that he did.  All the roads were cleared up and resurfaced just as news of the election came about.  As for Sabah and Sarawak, they were giving out money and asking people to vote for BN.  Oh.. They were so desperate to win that they even sent two whole buses of phantom voters.  Good thing they got beaten up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Media wise, they took over the newspapers and TV stations.  All throughout the news, one could only read about the good news regarding BN and the bad news were all regarding opposition parties.  It was never vice-versa.  It is rather unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully with both sides trying to gain more support from the people, there will be lesser corruption and useless police cops.  (Still remembers the lousy policemen who went against the traffic with the siren on and turned it off as soon as they made an illegal turn.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-4371800418904701872?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/4371800418904701872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=4371800418904701872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/4371800418904701872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/4371800418904701872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/03/elections_09.html' title='Elections!'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-1856245915268987958</id><published>2008-03-04T21:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T21:52:28.647+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Elections</title><content type='html'>The long awaited elections are nearing together with our SPM results! (uh-oh...) It goes without doubt that this round, BN is gonna be losing a lot of votes from the Chinese population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter where I go, (whether YB Chew donates to the lucky draw or not...) people are asking my parents to vote for opposition.  They don't care who or what party, so long as it's not BN.  Unfortunately, I don't think BN sees this point.  haha.   They keep making DAP sound like their only enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, who wouldn't vote for the opposition when BN is so powerful that immigration records can be erased; some Tom, Dick and Harry gets away with 2 Billion, case closed; judges can be bribed; and the opposition says they have 70 million to give away to the people from Petronas alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, out of the 20+ sms my parents have received, all of it contains the message "Don't vote for BN" and some rather degrading stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-1856245915268987958?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/1856245915268987958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=1856245915268987958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/1856245915268987958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/1856245915268987958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/03/elections.html' title='Elections'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-1899389503586002715</id><published>2008-03-03T10:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T10:34:56.111+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Skates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One more item down from my wish list.  ^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img299.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp1145fp1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img299.imageshack.us/img299/4078/imgp1145fp1.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Got it at 30% off thanks to International Women's Day.  (Notice the breast cancer sign?)  Now, all I have to do is get my bro to teach me how to skate properly..............&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/22939965-1899389503586002715?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/1899389503586002715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=1899389503586002715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/1899389503586002715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/1899389503586002715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/03/skates.html' title='Skates'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-6503360938745348988</id><published>2008-02-27T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T17:04:00.480+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>Running to the ends of Earth.</title><content type='html'>This time around, I'm not gonna just be giving out the password because this post is too emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:Decrypt_text('Emo', 'YyYtoppX1Egt1OfCjngx6fqUIIyo9j2HzGhlRwu7W1BvU9zn&lt;br /&gt;fTecDs8YcbMrRZSdiAQhuHuilEWA/0EZIh5hiBEP35oNIDUr&lt;br /&gt;8HmcuFe70TyR1vv5RdaWaWe/7gWQ72YQFMxLY/relZK4y7jj&lt;br /&gt;NslcaaGJI2vnXva/nXFNa62G1p7+/86LoJ9W4ISYFM/zIggu&lt;br /&gt;M3uCkwKRdeVCXDA99SoL8UAcRKv74F1a+MrB/BDZq3HeWd5b&lt;br /&gt;icgwZ6ZHbY4/6EzdmUrERryxjiwuTcEfcLtdTMAltMp3j5SQ&lt;br /&gt;cMTzMGs5Ba/x1StWGFC0gUphglZqZuamPPMLTLJgR33vDKkY&lt;br /&gt;4W4dPXK92BVFca0gUdd3kAyMJ9JyhFleaYh0D3srnlod01Kh&lt;br /&gt;kDPYYA9c1zN2aZ33yBlfl9Oz5uyhSLGAc6ZbmqKm4iBfMW4n&lt;br /&gt;CkFe50tD0OC2fphgSzrueWr1/gPF7hyx6DSfK52OO86JVVLl&lt;br /&gt;BqHBjMaP9fDE1v5TpDMGh8VbbO6f9Xn1Knz7muU5XjvHr9Wf&lt;br /&gt;q+HBZTF7/QkXbPw16JiBYnqSro4FMkqjck2dVBnOSjRGUQSk&lt;br /&gt;DUD/j3mFygLZsXoSk07polU/LAGVoQKI9Cr5rROVMbWqnMu3&lt;br /&gt;GuTJX680EfwnZuRd9e4xHPfK0sifd9HbmAmiHz0X2UrCXA2j&lt;br /&gt;z+IoX0HZ9GuNcvX+DSYTBj5BDN0SX0mbEmk7SoJ6dn7/m7QU&lt;br /&gt;vOS1G0o4GifTLEBiApHN/aOeO+MGyaQroweZUdl+dUYSWT1G&lt;br /&gt;fRFFWu8la9/JpzlsipRsL+T1yrtI3AlbjDXPPhoEByVOCAS3&lt;br /&gt;9RjR5ihMaNTcMzgu+QjlIplnVcpeWEGn9NoSlkAbOYoimGcC&lt;br /&gt;RxezASrhUlcGoi3RNqRSdi7J+Ja+gOSoYJS5POg/mBtpKFNI&lt;br /&gt;Ecgv6O+EeH37EsqfrNN1fLeXRuTpDBCn8g1JlNsIQjjlANDa&lt;br /&gt;L8Yk2GqbZP1qtqu3JBGFieX4vXq+E/kWl91AQDfCP6AqJWAM&lt;br /&gt;ZoSiaWBQQgabO0/tikse0YiFpiVQD3l/kzTKJvg4myOGw6mo&lt;br /&gt;urvTMUN9Uz+OlY8e/zDAAFIQL9cznFC8+oUZ/aoMtP32M9zE&lt;br /&gt;4meErAqTOEAcSVyWfO9vI2ayUbE=&lt;br /&gt;');"&gt;Show encrypted text&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="Emo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-6503360938745348988?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/6503360938745348988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=6503360938745348988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/6503360938745348988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/6503360938745348988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/02/running-to-ends-of-earth.html' title='Running to the ends of Earth.'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-3868458188347452838</id><published>2008-02-27T19:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T19:31:49.373+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Dragons..?</title><content type='html'>Ok..  I stumbled upon a cute little dragon thingy and went to site...  So now, I hope you guys can help the little dragons hatch by clicking on the eggs and stuff. :x   It's at the "Pet" tab on the left. haha.  Hope you guys can help so it doesn't die.  Or you can visit this &lt;a href="http://dragcave.ath.cx/user/36575"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;.  ^^  If you want one of your own, go to the cave entrance at xx:00 after you get an account.  :X &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : Instead of fighting for it in the afternoon, I found it easier to get the egg at 7pm our time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-3868458188347452838?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/3868458188347452838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=3868458188347452838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/3868458188347452838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/3868458188347452838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/02/dragons.html' title='Dragons..?'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-8405114014935451682</id><published>2008-02-20T14:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T14:46:12.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To all budding accountants.</title><content type='html'>While I was flipping through the Star Jobs section, (I was just rather curious...  This is actually my first time looking in it. XD)  I noticed this big bold letters "SPM" for wanna-be accountants.  Though there's only 10 spots.  It's a trainee program.  They put you through college (pay for your fees!) and guarantee you a job at their company after you get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img169.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp1071nj2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img169.imageshack.us/img169/622/imgp1071nj2.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the details.&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/22939965-8405114014935451682?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/8405114014935451682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=8405114014935451682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/8405114014935451682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/8405114014935451682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/02/to-all-budding-accountants.html' title='To all budding accountants.'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-410222532444614337</id><published>2008-02-19T01:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T01:45:24.750+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>Work.</title><content type='html'>Amidst all the hustle and bustle, I got myself a job.  I think working part time in restaurants would be even easier than my job though.  Just like they say... Money doesn't grow on trees.  Oh well, at least I have the liberty of working from home! whahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be crazy now...  All the concentration and patience required for this job is making me stand on ends.  Not to mention, I have a deadline to meet. haas.  Even my dad said it was just too tough. (And he was the one who got the job for me. ahh..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys, I will be off till my current job is done! (The deadline is Thursday and I'm only 10% done XD) Bye bye~~ =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-410222532444614337?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/410222532444614337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=410222532444614337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/410222532444614337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/410222532444614337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/02/work.html' title='Work.'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-2057100127580099798</id><published>2008-02-15T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T17:05:17.355+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Current Status.</title><content type='html'>Current addicted to Big Bang's Last Farewell (or Last Greeting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently wondering why there is an "End" function but no "Beginning".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently not working on Mia's world. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sorry for the lack of updates.  It's not like I'm allowed to rot 24/7 at home especially with the university application deadline nearing in with every passing moment.... I feel so tiny and helpless looking at the 3000++ universities.. And to think I have to go through the whole lot of it!  It's starting to make me admire the people who applied directly to universities in the USA on their own. haha.  It's really hard.. Especially for people like me who stand in the average world, not knowing whether to go up or down.  It seems really impossible. lolz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part is I'm not even 100% sure what I wanna take up.  For some reason, every time I set my goals, something or someone always comes up and destroys my ideals. haha.  Maybe I really should get a dart board...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so missing the old days when I didn't have to worry about anything except for stupid exams and parents tearing out their hair over my results. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-2057100127580099798?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/2057100127580099798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=2057100127580099798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/2057100127580099798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/2057100127580099798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/02/current-status.html' title='Current Status.'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-2452423976646856540</id><published>2008-02-11T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T01:56:50.877+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>CNY once more..</title><content type='html'>Happy Chinese New Year everyone!  (And Goodbye to Hua who will depart to the land down under today...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, accidents occur much more frequent during the festive seasons... So much that I'm starting to despise those idiotic drivers.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Especially &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;bus&lt;/span&gt; drivers&lt;/span&gt;.  Here's how I see things :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus company :  Aiya, care what shit whether he got 20 summons or what.  Just let him drive la! Got money untung can liao la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus driver : Drive for 20 hours non-stop adi, nothing happen also! Another 4 hours no difference wan la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, the stupid driver falls asleep / loses control of the bus, and the bus skids into a ditch, killing/injuring 20 passengers inside. *claps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happens so often that I'm beginning to wonder whether they are trying to earn the title of "Most Disastrous Drivers In The World" from the Guinness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, not forgetting all the wonderful KPC Malaysian drivers who never fail to slow down when an accident occurs causing a massive traffic jam that last for hours and hours even though it's on the opposite side of the highway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puh-lease la...  If you have no interest whatsoever in helping the poor people stranded in the bus, step on the accelerator and siam.  We don't need another 10 more cars breaking down at the side of the road due to overheated engines thanks to the snail pace you idiots set hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, we have those wonderful "royal" people who use the emergency lane when their only emergency is to answer natures call.  They successfully jam up the lane, preventing the ambulance from reaching the stranded people.  These people might die just because they, the brainless idiots, decided that their pee can kill them faster than an exploding bus can kill those victims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. I will now end my super sarcastic views and go on to the celebration.. After all, CNY is not meant to be the limelight for idiots. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img142.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp0793ao6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img142.imageshack.us/img142/8215/imgp0793ao6.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my Grandma decided to lou sang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img147.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp0797eq8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img147.imageshack.us/img147/6747/imgp0797eq8.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you count in the shark fin soup (I prefer to call it chicken shred soup though), there's a total of 13 dishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the slow-ness of ImageShack, I'm getting rather lazy to upload pics... (It's already 2am)  So I'll just leave it at that. XD&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/22939965-2452423976646856540?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/2452423976646856540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=2452423976646856540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/2452423976646856540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/2452423976646856540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/02/cny-once-more.html' title='CNY once more..'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-5376573411232375190</id><published>2008-01-18T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T17:05:17.356+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>The World Of Mia Part 2</title><content type='html'>*At the Demon Guardian's hideout*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demon Guardian : "Faster faster! You fat slowpoke!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demon Baby gets angry and spews flames at Demon Guardian.  Demon Guardian became crisp black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demon Baby : *points at Demon Guardian while holding his tummy laughing* "hahahah!! Blackie!" *Runs away from Demon Guardian leaving him alone.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demon Guardian : "Darn that stupid baby.  Hmm... That Demon Child... She probably has something else... I better come up with another plan!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, Demon Guardian went up to Earth to look for a suitable 'helper'.  Demon Guardian walked and walked... At the far corner, he spotted a dark looking person in the alleys holding a cat puppet along with a girl who was holding voodoo dolls... (Sounds familiar? XD) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he walked up to them, he felt a chill much colder than the ones in Demon Land.  As he walked up to them, the cat puppet guy suddenly said, "Beelzenef-san, who shall we curse today?".  "I'll make him fall in love with me with," said the girl while writing a name at the back of the voodoo doll she was holding. (Figured out who it is liao right?  If you haven't... It's Umehito Nekozawa and Reiko Kazanuki from Ouran. =x) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demon Guardian was amazed by their darkness and recruited them into his army.   After the Contract of Blood was signed, Demon Guardian set off to search for the one person who will make his victory much easier... The snake magic user, Orochimaru...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry Mia, I have to make this a little even.. You have too many people on your side. XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding him was no easy task.  Demon Guardian had to travel the world as Orochimaru constantly changed bases.  Just as Demon Guardian was about to give up, he noticed a huge explosion... A mini Kyuubi appeared in the distance, and a white snake with a disgusting human head (I just had to add 'disgusting' XD) rose to the sky.  Demon Guardian had finally found him!  As Orochimaru fled from the scene, Demon Guardian got a hold of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demon Guardian : Orochimaru, join my army against Demon Child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orochimaru : What the hell are you talking about? Don't waste my time.  I know not of this Demon Child!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demon Guardian : My spies have told me that Konoha is working with her to destroy the world. *lies..!! Why would Konoha wanna destroy the world? XD*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orochimaru : Ha! Then why should I ally myself with you?  Let her destroy this pathetic place!  I should be making an alliance with her!  You fool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demon Guardian : Idiot, if you destroy the world, you'll be dead with it.  My aim is..... WORLD DOMINATION!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orochimaru : hmm... So it seems that I will be joining your alliance.  Although, I am running short on humans to experiment my 'jutsus' on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demon Guardian : Very well..  You can have the whole of Konoha after the battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It seems I succeeded in making Orochimaru seem like a brainless idiot. XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, the Contract of Blood was signed once more.  Completing Demon Guardian's invincible(?) army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Elsewhere...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demon Child had got her hands on more people.  Her new recruits were.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Spitfire&lt;br /&gt;Origin : Air Gear   &lt;br /&gt;Weapon : Air Trecks&lt;br /&gt;Special Power : Stop time, Creating flame illusion using ATs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Sano Izumi&lt;br /&gt;Origin : Hanazakari Kimi Tachi E (Hana Kimi)&lt;br /&gt;Weapon : errr... His legs?&lt;br /&gt;Special Power : High Jumping..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Roy Mustang&lt;br /&gt;Origin : Fullmetal Alchemist&lt;br /&gt; Weapon : "Pyrotex" gloves with transmutation circles on them&lt;br /&gt;Special Power : Adjusting oxygen densities to create fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Kuran Kaname&lt;br /&gt;Origin : Vampire Knight&lt;br /&gt;Weapon : Unknown&lt;br /&gt;Special Power : Controlling other vampires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Ran Shuuei&lt;br /&gt;Origin : Saiunkoku Monogatari&lt;br /&gt;Weapon : Swords&lt;br /&gt;Special Power : Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Kiriyu Zero&lt;br /&gt;Origin : Vampire Knight&lt;br /&gt;Weapon : Gun&lt;br /&gt;Special Power : Slaying Vampires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This list.. is ever growing!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the subordinates of Demon Child MIA who have sworn their loyalty to her without the need of the Contract of Blood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The battle draws near as both parties have gathered their army... What will be the outcome? Tune in to the last part of "The World Of Mia" on Monday to find out! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;To be continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-5376573411232375190?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/5376573411232375190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=5376573411232375190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/5376573411232375190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/5376573411232375190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/01/world-of-mia-part-2.html' title='The World Of Mia Part 2'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-6110190872314452293</id><published>2008-01-17T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T17:05:17.357+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>The World Of Mia Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img183.imageshack.us/my.php?image=miamo9.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img183.imageshack.us/img183/8839/miamo9.th.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so... That's how this post came about.  Who could resist the terrifying LOA girl when she writes a please with an adorable poring? hahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our story starts in the world of 'Demons'.  It revolves around Demon Baby, Demon Child and the Demon Guardian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demon Child a.k.a Murderess In Action (Mia)... Though small in stature, she is able to manipulate people and inflict fear into their souls.  In the end, Demon Child was so powerful that Demon Guardian was assigned to keep her "under control".  Though he was assigned, all he could do was advise people to give Demon Child offerings in order to keep her wrath under control.  Demon Guardian was powerless under the hands of Demon Child! (sorry, my brain juice not working very well so I'm taking an old story and expanding it. XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demon Guardian was devastated.  His pride had been crushed.  How could he, an established Demon, be controlled by a midget!!  Thus, he decided that he would create the ultimate being that would be able *hopefully* to crush the Demon Child once and for all!  He then stole Chemical X from Professor Utonium (character and story stolen from PPG! =x) to create the ultimate destruction weapon!  Demon Guardian started to gather Bitter Gourds, Anti-spices, and everything bad.  And Poof! It became Demon Baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silently, Demon Guardian trained Demon Baby to be the ultimate assassin.  But.. Unknown to Demon Guardian, Demon Child had also obtained a private army of her own (read Cat's blog to find out how she did it)!  Her army (or possessions?) consisted of......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Genjo Sanzo.&lt;br /&gt;Origin : Saiyuki&lt;br /&gt;Weapon : Gun &amp;amp; Paper fan.&lt;br /&gt;Special Power : Slaying Demons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Konzen Douji.&lt;br /&gt;Origin : Saiyuki&lt;br /&gt;Weapon : Unknown.&lt;br /&gt;Special Power : Invincibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Suou Tamaki.&lt;br /&gt;Origin : Ouran High School Host Club&lt;br /&gt;Weapon : Unknown.&lt;br /&gt;Special Power : Enchanting anybody of the opposite gender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Ootori Kyouya.&lt;br /&gt;Origin : Ouran High School Host Club&lt;br /&gt;Weapon : Political ties.&lt;br /&gt;Special Power : Being cunning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Kuchiki Byakuya.&lt;br /&gt;Origin : Bleach&lt;br /&gt;Weapon : Katana&lt;br /&gt;Special Power : Senbonzakura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Hatake Kakashi.&lt;br /&gt;Origin : Naruto&lt;br /&gt;Weapon : Anything related to ninjas.&lt;br /&gt;Special Power : One Thousand Years Of Pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, a new member was also recruited to join the team....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Tsuruga Ren.&lt;br /&gt;Origin : Skip Beat&lt;br /&gt;Weapon : Divine smile that can shrivel up Demons.&lt;br /&gt;Special Power : Ability to make people act what he wants. (Manipulation too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With both their powers growing immensely, it was hard to tell what the outcome would be like.  Demon Baby was growing day by day.  While Demon Child's army got bigger and bigger..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;To be continued....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-6110190872314452293?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/6110190872314452293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=6110190872314452293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/6110190872314452293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/6110190872314452293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/01/world-of-mia-part-1.html' title='The World Of Mia Part 1'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-3652109011934108370</id><published>2008-01-01T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T22:26:36.282+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>New Year Countdown.</title><content type='html'>Left the house around 6.15pm on our journey to The Curve for the New Year Countdown.  Along the way, (all thanks to the traffic jam....) we (Mia and I) saw Mr. Zul in his Waja. haha... We arrived only slightly after 7pm and had to walk a short distance due to road closures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after we arrived, we found EeL, Lulu and Hua standing outside a restaurant.  Turns out they were looking for a place to eat as Jin enjoyed his time at the Pool area (Jin u bum! =x).  In the end, we went to Vivo to eat. hahas.  With 11 people, it was chaotic ordering and paying... Some of the orders even got mixed up. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EeL broke us the sad news that our seats were couple seats.. So, we drew lots to determine who sat with who since it was 3 guys and 3 gals..  The result was EeL with Mia, TH with Lulu, and Hua with me...  Lulu demanded that we redraw our lots since he didn't get to pick his own one.  In the end, the result was the same.. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, it was nearly time for the movie - Atonement.  Unfortunately, TH still wanted to play Pool so we left Lulu outside to wait for him and EeL 'forced' Hua to buy water for her.  XD  Mia, EeL and I went in first to get better seats. haha.  At first, it was EeL and me seating together.. Leaving Mia out... Then, we decided to seat on the inside because the view is better.  Somehow, it turned out like this.. Mia with me, EeL with Hua, and TH with Lulu.  Since EeL kept complaining she wanted to sit with Mia, so I said I'll sit with Lulu.. But it turned out that I changed places with Lulu instead, and sat with TH. LOL.  The final sitting order, from left to right, was me with TH, Hua with EeL, and Mia with Lulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EeL and I learned a new word from the movie... XD  Let's just say it's an obscene word and EeL 'accidentally' asked out really loud what it was.  TH typed out the meaning on his phone for me to see... While EeL kept whacking Hua into telling her what it was. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. On to the main event of the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Countdown!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img409.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp0737xx2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/4711/imgp0737xx2.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hua got foamed by a little kid!  (Well, the poor kid didn't have anyone to play with so we told him to foam the big tall guy! XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img98.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp0738uf0.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img98.imageshack.us/img98/5597/imgp0738uf0.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img503.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp0739qv7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img503.imageshack.us/img503/2238/imgp0739qv7.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img210.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp0740bg8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img210.imageshack.us/img210/2488/imgp0740bg8.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekie, u still owe me RM20!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eel's plan to foam Han Chuen failed as Han Chuen foamed our group first. LOL. oh well.. He did have the geographical advantage from that height. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our foam war region was so large that nobody dared to go near us. hehehe. (Hence, if you ever need your own space at a crowded celebration, start a foam war! XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Unfortunately, my camera ran out of batteries before the fireworks display... sobs.  TH filmed up the entire fireworks show specially for the poor people in NS. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia and I headed out to search for my parents later on and walked in circles. lols.  We managed to reach home by 1.40am thanks to my mom who parked rather far away from The Curve.&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/22939965-3652109011934108370?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/3652109011934108370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=3652109011934108370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/3652109011934108370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/3652109011934108370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-countdown.html' title='New Year Countdown.'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-7838220847942176586</id><published>2007-12-27T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T11:57:36.018+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>Holiday</title><content type='html'>I apologize for the long hiatus.  After comic fiesta, I had to go Genting then balik kampung and go to Johor. &gt;.&lt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's the Love Bleach game that will never be released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WvOpFQIR2IU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WvOpFQIR2IU&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's also the Chronicles of Ghibli. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ms1f_JW2uxA&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ms1f_JW2uxA&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay.. On to my wonderful holiday! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img172.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp0481it7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img172.imageshack.us/img172/8224/imgp0481it7.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro wanted to apply for a job at the shell station.  So they made him do a cleaning job. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img297.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp0529do9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img297.imageshack.us/img297/3361/imgp0529do9.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis played a scooping mamee game at Genting.  Notice her hand?  She cheated... and lost. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;At Singapore......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate steamboat with........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img177.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp0619hp2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img177.imageshack.us/img177/1095/imgp0619hp2.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drunken Prawns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img171.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp0618yu6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img171.imageshack.us/img171/2413/imgp0618yu6.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and beef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, Orchard Road was packed on Christmas Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img120.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp0628yv8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img120.imageshack.us/img120/9526/imgp0628yv8.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... The lights were Blue! o.o Not like the one on EeL's blog. lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img295.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp0641vc4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/9776/imgp0641vc4.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying Reindeer's! Santa Claus is here.. at Lucky Plaza?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;At Pasir Ris.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://img176.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp0653ad2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img176.imageshack.us/img176/7063/imgp0653ad2.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the pony rides weren't available, my sis had to make do with a wooden horse ride. LoL. (Where are the ears of the horse?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img179.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp0663tg4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img179.imageshack.us/img179/1361/imgp0663tg4.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the poor horse didn't have ears, we created ears for it!  All we lacked was a tinge of brown paint to make it the same colour. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;On the way back from Kulai....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://img167.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp0705ef4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1379/imgp0705ef4.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poor locus got caught in the wiper of my mom's car and it's head was detached from it's body! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-7838220847942176586?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/7838220847942176586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=7838220847942176586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/7838220847942176586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/7838220847942176586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2007/12/holiday.html' title='Holiday'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-3583585519924418706</id><published>2007-12-15T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T17:05:17.358+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Comic Fiesta</title><content type='html'>While most are preparing for prom at night, I went to Comic Fiesta.  Comic Fiesta was a blast!  I really wanna go again tomorrow... But unfortunately I'll be going Genting thanks to my dear mommy.  Too bad I didn't bring my own camera.  *You're probably thinking what kinda stupid photographer doesn't bring along their camera with them right? LoL.* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The artwork and doujinshis there were superb.  If we had the money, we would've just bought it all. LoL.  My bro wanted the Genesis artbook really bad...  If we went tomorrow, I think we definitely would've bought it.  But... We already spent like RM80 on artbooks and the Genesis one would be a total of RM60, bringing the final amount to RM140. haha. And to be frank, I've never spent so much on books in one go before.   I really wanted the Final Fantasy Miniature Figurines Volume 1 though... sobs.. Too bad they're random and I find it hard to part with RM20 for a 6cm Figurine. @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the event, we saw Honey-sempai!  Only, this "sempai" is actually younger than the majority of us. LoL.  There were even really really pretty cross dressers! xD  Plus, the commentator was hilarious with his obsessions for double cheeseburgers.  Oh yea.. Nearly forgot to mention bout the "Bleach Love Simulation" game that will never be released. LoL.  Mia, I bet you'd drool if you saw sakura petals surrounding Byakuya as he said slowly "Watashiwa..... ai shiteru". A lot of gals squealed when he said that. hahaha... There was even Kenpachi and Gin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day ended with a performance from Hare Hare Yukai (I don't know whether that's the correct spelling.. sorry...)  They did an imitation of the Suzumiya Haruhi Opening song dance with the guys as the girls and the girls as the guys. xD  Their synchronization was great!  It was so good that the crowd requested for an encore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... And I have developed a deep sense of hatred for monorails thanks to this fat malay lady whose mother probably never taught her how to queue up and a stupid Indian who only know show to push and squeeze then stare at you as you shout in misery.  I'm not being racist.. That's what happened to me.  If those stupid Hindraf people had carried out their good for nothing demonstration with unreasonable requests that will make a country broke, I would've kicked that Indian square in the face already.  The ones who need Moral Education ain't us!  It's those ulu bafoons who don't know how to think even though they were given a brain! =)   Oh well... Even people in the parliament don't use their brains, can't expect the people to use it well either. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. Since I'll be going Genting tomorrow, I'll just release the Chicken Egg answer now...  It's so sad that so few people tried to guess. LoL.  Here goes......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's the egg that came first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why a chicken egg did not come from a chicken : What the girl meant was the first chicken egg in the world.  She said it probably came from the mix between a mountain chicken and a phoenix or between a turkey and a crow.  No matter how, the final result will be an egg.  Once the egg hatches, it becomes the first chicken in the world.  Just like how a horse and a donkey caused the birth of a pony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't kill me after you've read the answer! I'm just typing out the answer from the book. =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-3583585519924418706?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/3583585519924418706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=3583585519924418706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/3583585519924418706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/3583585519924418706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2007/12/comic-fiesta.html' title='Comic Fiesta'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-861446741506348976</id><published>2007-12-14T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T17:05:17.359+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>my life.</title><content type='html'>Before I start my post, HAPPY BIRTHDAY HOUSEWIFE! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'll warn you first.  My current mood is frustrated and disappointed.  My room is as messy as ever and smells like wet mouldy socks.  My mother will probably never remember to buy the paint I need to repaint my room.  And things just never seem to turn out right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of all that misery, my mother somehow managed to do something right.  She brought us to Sunway Piramid! WHOOPEE!  Ice skating, here I come. (^.^V) Unfortunately, only 2 outta the 7 of us could move on our own... (No fancy moves invovled!)  The worst part?  The sizes for both my bros were out.  Which left me to babysit the 4 who don't know how to skate, my sister, both my cousins, and my neighbour - Hamburger. (FYI, I'm not gonna organize anymore.  I really like skating...  But organizing is a stupidly amazing waste of time, so don't start shouting why I didn't invite you along.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a hell of a time before my bro could get his skate.  (And if I didn't make any noise, I think it would've been longer.)  When my bro told me that the idiots who arrived later were gonna get the skates first, I was practically shouting "How come those a$$holes can get first when you guys (including another red shirt guy) came first?",  "Those people dumb wan ar?!",  "You have no idea how hard it is to babysit them ler!"...  Somehow, my bro managed to get a skate before the red shirt fella - they were the same size.  *I guess they were tired of me going back and forth while complaining. xD*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite fun except for the part where those idiotic pro skaters keep brushing you slightly while moving at the speed of light just to scare the daylights out of you.  There was a guy who banged into me sooo hard, I thought a train just ran over me..... His sorry wasn't even sincere ler... -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell down a few times while following my sis due to the slow speed we were going at. LoL.  Some kid fell down right in front of me, causing me to topple over him.  While some other gal pulled my sister down and took me along with her.  Imagine our shock when she turned out to be CZ's friend.  She was one hell of a scary ice-skater.........  She kept bumping into us throughout her time there. LoL.  Oh yea... There were also two newbie skaters (gals), who wore short skirts! LOL.  I don't know whether they fell down or not because when I returned back to the rink, they were already gone. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second tip for the Chicken Egg riddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Did the chicken egg come from the chicken?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know what you're thinking...  If a chicken egg doesn't come from a chicken, where does it come from? LoL.  Have fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-861446741506348976?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/861446741506348976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=861446741506348976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/861446741506348976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/861446741506348976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-life.html' title='my life.'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-7558961270768980357</id><published>2007-12-11T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T17:05:17.360+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Chicken or Egg?</title><content type='html'>Note: Before you read this post, please read the post below this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the book, which came first? The chicken or the egg? For those who wish to answer, please leave a comment. Of course, you have to give your reasons too. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momo already gave one answer. His answer was the chicken. The reason : because chickens evolved from dinosaurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no... That was not the answer the girl gave. This is the first tip she gave the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;"Were there really chickens in the world?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;All the best to those who will be guessing. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I finally got the Extreme jacket that I wanted! whooooot! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&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/22939965-7558961270768980357?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/7558961270768980357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=7558961270768980357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/7558961270768980357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/7558961270768980357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2007/12/chicken-or-egg.html' title='Chicken or Egg?'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-2500786784008206626</id><published>2007-12-09T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T21:10:51.633+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>No Way!</title><content type='html'>What sort of author would kill the main character in a book?!  It's so unfair! LoLs.  I was reading a Chinese romance novel.  The main character was a girl who lied a lot like Lyra from The Golden Compass.  Her lying skills were Number 1. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story was like this.  The girl gave the guy she liked a riddle.  If he couldn't give her the answer within 3 days, he had to be her bf.  The riddle she gave is the riddle we all know.  Which came first?  The egg or the chicken?  In the end, the guy couldn't get the answer right.  Anybody wanna make a guess what was the girls final answer?  The guy is supposed to be good at riddles like this.  But he lost to her. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the story was like a typical chic flick.  But in the end, the girl died.  How?  Not because of Leukemia.  She died because of the Tsunami that hit Indonesia in 2004.  And the guy?  He searched for her hi and low, but couldn't find her body.  In the end, he became a pilot even though he already had a stable job because that was the girl's wish... Stupid ending...  The novel ended with the girl talking in 3rd person as a ghost, silently watching the lives of those she treasure before she died.  jeez.... Nice way to end a story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:  If anyone wishes to guess for the chicken/egg thing, please leave the answer as comments. =)  I'll reveal the answer next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-2500786784008206626?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/2500786784008206626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=2500786784008206626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/2500786784008206626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/2500786784008206626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2007/12/no-way.html' title='No Way!'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-3726925993120834018</id><published>2007-12-05T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T21:14:44.664+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Ahh.. The DA strikes again</title><content type='html'>No, it's not Dumbledore's Army.  It's the Dumb Association.  Just in case you are wondering who are the people in this Association, read the following article. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img145.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp0399bb2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/3069/imgp0399bb2.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hooray to the Government for making another useless announcement!  Puh-lease...  Pirated DVDs and VCDs can still be easily obtained on the road and they wanna tackle online piracy?  The best part?  It took them more than half a year before they found out about Namewee's "Negarakuku" and Raja Petra's 'Malaysia Today' blog.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how long will it take for them to 'nab' online illegal downloaders.  Half a year after the offense?  If it's even that fast, then the government is definitely slacking in the JPJ department.  After all, it took them more than a year to issue a speeding summons. XD  By the time they issue the "summons" for illegal downloading, I think the offenders will already be old and greying.  That is, even if they manage to issue one "summon".  =D&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/22939965-3726925993120834018?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/3726925993120834018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=3726925993120834018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/3726925993120834018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/3726925993120834018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2007/12/ahh-da-strikes-again.html' title='Ahh.. The DA strikes again'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-2487587796723510645</id><published>2007-12-01T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T21:14:51.950+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>Bus stop nightmare.</title><content type='html'>I was waiting for the bus to arrive after Econs 2 that day.   As usual, the bus was running late.  All of a sudden, an old lady comes up to me and asks which bus leads to Asia Jaya.   Well........  I didn't know all the routes of every single bus there, so we went over to the bus schedule and I asked her if her destination was on the board.  Being old, I suppose she was "lou fa ngan" and said she couldn't read anything because it was tooooooooooo small.  So, I read out all the destinations of Bus U89 to her.  Jalan 21/17, One Utama, Kota Damansara... bla bla bla.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said she didn't know, so I asked her whether she would prefer to take a cab since it would take her straight to her destination.  Her answer?  "Don't want!  Cab very expensive!"  After that, she walked towards the taxi and left me standing in a daze.  Noticing that I wasn't following her, she signaled me to follow her and ask the cabbies how much was the fare to Asia Jaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. Fine. Our conversation went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Pak cik, pergi Asia Jaya berapa? (Uncle, how much is it to go to Asia Jaya?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbie 1: *stares at me for awhile* Nak pergi Asia Jaya, pakai LRT lebih cepat la. (If you wanna go to Asia Jaya, using the LRT would be faster.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *turns to the old lady*  Auntie, why don't you use the LRT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbie 1: *looks and me, then looks at the old lady* Dia yang nak pergi ke Asia Jaya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *nods head* Auntie, it's cheaper if you take the LRT and then only take a cab to where you want to go from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbie 1 to old lady: Ya, pakai teksi dari sana cuma RM2-3 saja.  Lagi cepat juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old lady:  *looks at me and says in a kinda rude and annoyed tone* You talk to them, I don't understand what they are saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Oh God.... Why did you put me in this mess?* It's cheaper to take the LRT from here to there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old lady: I don't want to take the LRT.  Where's the LRT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *WHAT? HOW THE HELL DID SHE GET HERE?* The LRT is just up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbie 1: You just have to go up there and ask the lady at the counter.  They will direct you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old lady: Don't want! Don't want! I don't want to go up!  *Looks at another Cabbie who just came*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbie 2: Where does she want to go? (He spoke in Tamil.... But I guess that's what he wanted to say.. XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbie 1: Asia Jaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old lady: I want to go to Asia Jaya bus station. *All of us could only stare at Mrs. Unpredictable and tried to figure out what to do......*  You, (referring to Cabbie 2) send me to Asia Jaya bus station.  I want to go home.  I want to go Kota Damansara. I want to take U88!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.... When I heard those last two words, I nearly fainted.  That Old woman was driving me in circles!  Had she said Kota Damansara earlier, it'd would've just saved me the trouble and sent her straight to board U89!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh?  I thought you wanted to go to Asia Jaya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old lady: No no no! *she seemed very very irritated....* I want to go to Kota Damansara! I live there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbie 1: You can take the bus.  Just ask the bus commander there for more information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  To go to Kota Damansara is U89.  There is no U88 from this station.  I'll go check the bus for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Walks of and sees a light!!!!!!  The bus just arrived in time!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Auntie, the bus just came.  It's the one over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old lady: Faster, faster! Go stop the bus for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *walks over to the bus commander* Pak cik, boleh tolong hentikan bas sekejap? Dia nak naik. (Pak cik, can you stop the bus for awhile?  She wants to get on) *The lady was far behind me.  She couldn't walk very fast.. lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus commander stopped the bus from leaving for awhile to allow the old lady to board.  I directed her there even though there really wasn't nothing to direct to since only one bus was boarding.  Anyway, I just stood there to make sure that she left!  While walking towards the bus, she turned around and asked, "That one?"  I nodded and watched her leave.  There was only one bus with the word &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KOTA DAMANSARA&lt;/span&gt; in capitals and bolded for goodness sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily for me, I managed to catch my own bus just as soon as she left.  If she didn't get on that bus, only God would know how long I would have to suffer running around like a deranged idiot not knowing how to deal with her.  It was a wonder that the cabbies too had so much patience in helping me deal with her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-2487587796723510645?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/2487587796723510645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=2487587796723510645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/2487587796723510645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/2487587796723510645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2007/12/bus-stop-nightmare.html' title='Bus stop nightmare.'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-8387305650904741593</id><published>2007-11-29T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T21:15:13.932+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>Killer Exams</title><content type='html'>Yes yes, I know most of you miss reading my blog. (Being super perasan right now. =P)  Don't blame me, blame it on the government for putting art subjects and extra language subjects at the end of the examination timetable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I know of you have already achieved independence or are going to after tomorrow while I have to suffer miserably till the 4th of December.  Four pure weeks of torture has drained me out flat.  To add salt to the wound, my dear chillilicious friend, EeL, decided to give me a chilly to "spice" up my day.  Did I mention that she kept saying "My exams have ended" in front of us who take BK or BC and nearly ended up with the chilly in her eyes? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepless nights, panda eyes, deprivation from afternoon naps, the horror of watching people enjoy while I suffer.... That's what I get for being crazy and taking 13 subjects. LoL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's just two more exam days...... Then, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FREEDOM&lt;/span&gt;, here I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;COME&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody up for Ice Skating after the 5th? =) (currently, my holiday is filled with getting drivers license, painting the room and giving my room a total make over!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-8387305650904741593?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/8387305650904741593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=8387305650904741593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/8387305650904741593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/8387305650904741593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2007/11/killer-exams.html' title='Killer Exams'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-1382690663509344222</id><published>2007-11-05T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T22:22:31.876+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>School...?</title><content type='html'>Just a grim reminder to all who are sitting for SPM.  Exam is less than 1 week away! WEEEEE!!!! (Jin screaming from the car made me sot jor! Jin, you better pay for the consequences of this!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two weeks of absence from school [ehehe? ^^()], I found it rather hard to wake up at 6am in the morning.  My biological clock is all messed up...  Normal sleeping time has been changed from around 2am onwards till 10am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day progressed rather well, except for the fact that EeL was pouting because I ditched her in school (Hey.. You have the guys from the ACG!) and Jan was 'mad' at me for skipping all the days, saying I should have went once in a while so that I can still wake up at 6am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arranging the tables wasn't as easy as it seemed to be... Pn. Norlia's grip is very very strong sia...  My fingers were aching after pulling the strings for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School ended at 12.40 with En.Zul giving his award winning closing ceremony speech. =x  While walking back, Jin the siao framer suddenly screamed from the car he was in when he passed by.... =.=  Wei.... The weather so nice, bei lei zheng dou cha jor...  It rained heavily as soon as I reached home you know....... You rain bearer.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the bus stop, I was happily sitting alone on a bench studying Sejarah when some 20+ year old guy suddenly sat down beside me at a distance that I proclaimed too close for comfort.....  He started taking out a ciggy and was about to smoke..... (Don't really know whether he did or not or whether it was just for show.  But he did take out his lighter...)  Then he suddenly asked me whether I was going to school in chinese (how in the world did he know I know chinese still remains a mystery to me)....  I didn't notice his question so I just said 'mm'.. It wasn't until 5 secs later that my brain registered the question and I stupidly replied "going home, not school".  There, I broke the "No Talking To Strangers" rule by accident.  Luckily, the bus driver decided to take off half a minute later and saved me the agony of sitting beside that unknown person who seemed to have an ulterior motive(?).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-1382690663509344222?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/1382690663509344222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=1382690663509344222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/1382690663509344222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/1382690663509344222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2007/11/school.html' title='School...?'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-6362609349163247877</id><published>2007-10-27T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T22:23:18.982+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>The government sucks</title><content type='html'>Went to my cousins wedding a few days back, and I'm still suffering from shock plus I'm much much much more convinced than ever, that the government is growing useless with each passing day. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the punishment for drug trafficking is severe, drugs are still easily obtainable.  Why do I say so?  Well.... How else would a bunch of 13 year old kids get their hands on some drug called K?  Not syabu, not ice, not ecstasy pills, and not sniffing glue......  Oh, and did I mention that even those in jail can get drugs?  It's happening right under their noses and they still can't smell it.  Sad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll explain further bout that in the post below.. But first, back to the wedding!  The best part about weddings?  The food-lah of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding was a big affair... The dinner banquet was for around 550 people, but 3 table were empty, so that brings the total number of people to 520...?  That's a lot right?  Assuming each table is RM700, 550 tables would make it RM38500 just for a dinner.  That's a hell lot of money and you'd think that they are some kind of super accomplished rich people who are well on their way with a stable career right?  Wrong...  The groom is 18 and the bride... is................. 16!!!!!!!!!!  Yes, they are legally married with the consent of both parents.  If your jaw is dropping down and touching the floor now, I suggest you pull it back up or, like what Pn. Lee said, you might dislocate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, on with the pictures to make your mouths drool! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img156.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp0037cx2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/133/imgp0037cx2.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                &lt;a href="http://img99.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp0038fn5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img99.imageshack.us/img99/2869/imgp0038fn5.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opening dish came in style.. They turned off all the lights and there was a cute yellow pig in the center with a battery operated flower that gave out a multi-colored light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img143.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp0042cn5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img143.imageshack.us/img143/18/imgp0042cn5.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro happened to take a piece of chicken meat decorated into a pig! How adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img508.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp0059ft6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img508.imageshack.us/img508/4191/imgp0059ft6.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm.. Mushroom, crab eggs, broccoli and Bamboo skin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img98.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp0061yu8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img98.imageshack.us/img98/7554/imgp0061yu8.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fresh out of the pot, and into the stomach it goes. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img54.imageshack.us/my.php?image=imgp0053ql2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img54.imageshack.us/img54/8053/imgp0053ql2.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you all are anxious to find out how they look like... haas.  Unfortunately, I couldn't get a good picture because a particularly inconsiderate waitress kept blocking my view as soon as I pressed the button to take a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The following parts are encrypted because I can't afford to let the public or the government see it.  Message me and I'll give you the key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:Decrypt_text('wedding', 'K3tR6ewDOM1xOE4Mc/estDZLDLX/F32MT5KonEgCVAtbgXr0\nuvEBo1KHFSxpSVgFD4JHqisX8G72qoPEr6QcVVDThxLjTJeZ\nptc9PSRyDdaCu4yQe4upt7qCMJdguwwohv9QOg5z8V8/fmG5\njPiR7IPU/60qHp+7urhfs6/sjS1vXoNlI12cxt9b52Bq3VGi\nAkCOKO8fi6gF3d68dXKXfCjC+/gY9blGSmSv8xXr0nrAsC/y\nyx/orxkJqD4aXezr4YJhsigxcCVhUvtaPbZvMRd3FwtrW72T\n+9Ty4L+Yvg51bFBBKdwBEJbiekKS7Zde4v5ot54evHgOuiED\nAtiVhgtM6zAAZ1VVJf+hqe2wwsyIE9DthPSy4Vd4cQwTvxbi\n1s7autnPoQMb1+DQFSF1uA== ');"&gt;Show encrypted text&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="wedding"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's a pathetic world we live in......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:Decrypt_text('drugs', '0MqboeNvUdQ9ACiXfwWlaO7nZV6ys1Icksl+3bFLzsBMjAYd\ndtDQSAaH61tOtf9PV3bs1LL9AGeaaurTkyTso+syZxFVu7zl\nlwmcCSlOUurqwGXLXHwg6jyPcH+e+q55TleUqq/Zuoi5aNJL\nuv/wIyd9OwFGBmTlxWLjF6C24cAF4radlxd3mdpU+pryNYZx\n+B0eI/9NGhrLYeInPdG1O2MWhg2dLJbRRmFKoG7domNkPT5r\nfD79jsjT6FnamOkF8uk9CQrpjxc24h02fYG0edGYP+lc12Vk\nZ812Y2+wrOPJqAn2fzO0sTH8OpvN38NWeYs8Szr8CbdHXF0O\nyamvxRzl4e79/twW7to3o+aptIzbaCUUDMUCQodPfpR5mX9k\nXXTqol7n+eBRbkeJyYMNC6q5VlV/uS29HVhhrIDQonlAcnEZ\nObaPa6PTUl6DhJOto+TJypB7rvqHsGUaDP0R1sJBMKZBHSw3\ntuaurkOCaQIWEyzPHIiFP+514Ea276sHFVc2RMhBdHLazk7I\n0CVH1Jb/G8Ax41qoOHxTqXJSp8L5pF9C0kvTmucQKDWtKPXY\nfM+7yZ3tBM+bKT1TssGkk8UUtiVMyZBQqsRvlTRrfA476+om\nPKVHZkq3m+2pFyQ3BYkDBZf0PvbBuaX4iEnYhq3tRPKNpdWn\nLCOXU0Z6Kyg= ');"&gt;Show encrypted text&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that I have my own digital camera?  =D  My uncle bought it at the recent Singapore expo for S$199 and my mom bought it from him for me!!!!!!!!! *though my dad says it's OURS, not mine. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="drugs"&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/22939965-6362609349163247877?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/6362609349163247877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=6362609349163247877&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/6362609349163247877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/6362609349163247877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2007/10/government-suck.html' title='The government sucks'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-4687107349745842604</id><published>2007-10-19T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T12:48:03.914+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>WOOO!!!!</title><content type='html'>For some stupid reason that I can't figure out, both my routers don't work, and I have to connect direct. Sobs.... That means no more using the laptop in the room....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an update of what happened in the past week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell sick, Grandparents came over -&gt; I got kicked out of my room.... - &gt; No where quiet to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that well, adults would have more common sense and can think much more rationally... Sad to say, I was wrong.....  My aunt turned up the volume of the TV really really loud just to watch some stupid talk show around midnight without thinking that majority of the population of humans and animals would be sound asleep already... =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And erm frankly, I never like it when my grandparents come up.... It's not that I have a grudge against them or what, but... the feeling is just like in those shows where you can feel someone is sending out evil vibes! XD  Well, that's how I feel around my grandpa....  He asked daddy to buy this rundown house from my aunt.  Great... Now daddy bought it, and renovated it, and he says my dad is wasting money. Puh-lease.... This house was fit for drug addicts before we moved it.... =.=|||  And this house was tearing apart already ler.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. Did I mention he says I should study Form 6 and not go overseas?  I could, but I'd just flunk my way through since I don't have the brains of my cousins.. *I already failed simple history 2 times in a row, what makes you think I can actually survive the torture of Form 6?* Sorry grandpa, but no matter what you say, I'm not studying local if I can help it since scholarships are relatively harder to obtain here especially with the government being so darn racist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-4687107349745842604?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/4687107349745842604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=4687107349745842604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/4687107349745842604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/4687107349745842604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2007/10/wooo.html' title='WOOO!!!!'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22939965.post-3852205236647207013</id><published>2007-10-04T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T11:35:36.544+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>Accounts Tuition..</title><content type='html'>It's official.  Accounts tuition &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;make you fat. XD Well, who wouldn't with all that skittles and choco bites?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, accounts tuition isn't all study and no play... Especially when Mia goes into Demon mode and starts acting like a child... Hence, the title Demon Child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Warning&lt;/span&gt; : From here on are short stories - really really really short stories - that will degrade your common IQ knowledge...  If you don't want to suffer our version of PHD, do not read on. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this started with Mia stacking up our erasers and naming them Darth Vader, Luke Skywalker , and Pikachu...  Luke Skywalker the eraser fell off the table after Darth Vader the eraser said to him: "I am you father."  Here is where our first 'story' starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the world of Amelia Chen, Pikachu the eraser successfully zapped Darth Vader the eraser to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the world of Thursday Accounts Tuition, Demon Baby (P-chan) got defeated by Demon Child after Demon Guardian (Jeremy.L) said "kill Demon Baby and spare me". =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've managed to read till this part, I congratulate you for managing to retain your sanity because the next story is written by Demon Baby. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the world of Phee Chien, Demon Baby kicks Demon Child's ass when it becomes so inevitable. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading what Demon Baby wrote, Demon Child wrote another story....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the world of Phee Chien also, Demon Baby dies a horrible death when Demon Child resurrects  from the dead more powerful than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the end of our short short short stories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22939965-3852205236647207013?l=lilchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/3852205236647207013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22939965&amp;postID=3852205236647207013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/3852205236647207013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22939965/posts/default/3852205236647207013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchocolates.blogspot.com/2007/10/accounts-tuition.html' title='Accounts Tuition..'/><author><name>*~aLeXiS~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02468311926324191837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
