<?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-8147539521886210466</id><updated>2011-07-31T18:28:06.620+08:00</updated><category term='pets'/><category term='happenings'/><category term='Uncategorized'/><title type='text'>Angeline's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Life According To Angeline</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelinesays.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelinesays.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024429509326181039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SYMilcp4RfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DUBDMlYFnZI/S220/side+thing+262.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147539521886210466.post-3142512779493286562</id><published>2010-02-20T11:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T19:22:35.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And a New Chapter Begins..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hi&lt;/span&gt;! This is just a quick post. I am currently staying in Vista &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Komanwel&lt;/span&gt;, in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bukit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jalil&lt;/span&gt;. I don't have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; there, so I won't be updating, at least not anytime soon. I just came home to pick up some stuff and have dinner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uni begins tommorow! Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147539521886210466-3142512779493286562?l=angelinesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/3142512779493286562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/3142512779493286562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelinesays.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-new-chapter-begins.html' title='And a New Chapter Begins..'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024429509326181039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SYMilcp4RfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DUBDMlYFnZI/S220/side+thing+262.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147539521886210466.post-8308690981291017360</id><published>2010-02-17T11:32:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T16:10:43.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;CNY was awesome! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On the first day, we went back to Raub,Pahang and had dinner with dad's entire family at Ah Fatt Restaurant. We go there every single year. Pretty normal, with lots of picture taking, angpow collecting, drinking (the usual loud shouts of YAAAAM-SENG!) and talking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No pictures, cause I left the camera in the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went to visit mum's side of the family which is located in KL. After a couple of hours at Grandma's house, we went to &lt;strong&gt;Jogoya &lt;/strong&gt;at Starhill Gallery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have been calling it Jagoya until now, swt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, here are some pictures! Desserts first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/S3tsEKTjUtI/AAAAAAAAAPo/1QpOgwIInjs/s1600-h/IMG_6277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439059793721643730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/S3tsEKTjUtI/AAAAAAAAAPo/1QpOgwIInjs/s400/IMG_6277.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Clockwise from left: Orange jelly, some mochi wrapped in green plastic, coffee mochi, chocolate cake and strawberry mochi. The green plastic one was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439059764601155842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/S3tsCd0r8QI/AAAAAAAAAPI/T6sBBxHBH-Y/s400/IMG_6260.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Chocolate fondue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/S3trDhr1pmI/AAAAAAAAAPA/wayxiUXohe4/s1600-h/IMG_6258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439058683306026594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/S3trDhr1pmI/AAAAAAAAAPA/wayxiUXohe4/s400/IMG_6258.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Waffles &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/S3trDNAk_fI/AAAAAAAAAO4/iMQ9AZNO1qo/s1600-h/IMG_6257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439058677755870706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/S3trDNAk_fI/AAAAAAAAAO4/iMQ9AZNO1qo/s400/IMG_6257.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haagen-Dazs ice cream! I think I ate like 10 scoops of ice cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/S3trBfsDA9I/AAAAAAAAAOg/ViWzIAQhc8E/s1600-h/IMG_6214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439058648410293202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/S3trBfsDA9I/AAAAAAAAAOg/ViWzIAQhc8E/s400/IMG_6214.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oooh, I dream of the ice cream.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/S3trCFdpFmI/AAAAAAAAAOo/fg7pQHYLkK4/s1600-h/IMG_6254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439058658550421090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/S3trCFdpFmI/AAAAAAAAAOo/fg7pQHYLkK4/s400/IMG_6254.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/S3trCnjs5AI/AAAAAAAAAOw/GgLb36l2yow/s1600-h/IMG_6255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439058667702641666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/S3trCnjs5AI/AAAAAAAAAOw/GgLb36l2yow/s400/IMG_6255.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kenny gleefully getting one of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The savoury foods next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/S3tsCpFbBFI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/5O4iQ8-L7L0/s1600-h/IMG_6268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439059767624139858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/S3tsCpFbBFI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/5O4iQ8-L7L0/s400/IMG_6268.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheese Scallops!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/S3tuchgVZCI/AAAAAAAAAPw/1Wxejr7HFS8/s1600-h/IMG_6269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439062411289388066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/S3tuchgVZCI/AAAAAAAAAPw/1Wxejr7HFS8/s400/IMG_6269.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oysters on the green tray and tenpura on the red tray. People are like vultures here. Whenever the staff put out the big tenpura prawns, everyone immediately grabs it. The tray will be empty in approximately 30 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/S3t7tK9CFnI/AAAAAAAAAP4/FMuuVwid90M/s1600-h/IMG_6275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439076990944679538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/S3t7tK9CFnI/AAAAAAAAAP4/FMuuVwid90M/s400/IMG_6275.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sashimi!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/S3tsDm1vBtI/AAAAAAAAAPg/_woCy0CqntU/s1600-h/IMG_6273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439059784201340626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/S3tsDm1vBtI/AAAAAAAAAPg/_woCy0CqntU/s400/IMG_6273.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Umm, lobster salad, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/S3tsDCDf8iI/AAAAAAAAAPY/JrO3hbZdviM/s1600-h/IMG_6271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439059774326960674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/S3tsDCDf8iI/AAAAAAAAAPY/JrO3hbZdviM/s400/IMG_6271.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was hanging above the sushi bar. Apparently, oyster and milk equals food poisoning. I wonder if that's true..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all the pictures I have cause the blue sushi guy in the pic above said that we can't take pics.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Vista Komanwel to clean up the room, hang curtains, and stuff like that. I can't believe I will be moving out in a couple of days! Living alone, away from parents..although its only for weekdays. I go home during weekends. Uni is gonna start soon, on the 22nd of February. I kinda wish that the holidays would last longer, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem. Anyway, on Day 3, we had dinner at home, mum cooked all the usual CNY dishes like sea cucumber with mushrooms and the big pot of vegetables. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's all, people. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Chinese New Year and belated Happy Valentines to ya'll!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147539521886210466-8308690981291017360?l=angelinesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/8308690981291017360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/8308690981291017360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelinesays.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year!'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024429509326181039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SYMilcp4RfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DUBDMlYFnZI/S220/side+thing+262.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/S3tsEKTjUtI/AAAAAAAAAPo/1QpOgwIInjs/s72-c/IMG_6277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147539521886210466.post-7387730086504937481</id><published>2010-01-02T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T22:10:28.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plane Man</title><content type='html'>Have you ever seen something so completely ordinary and yet extraordinary at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting for Auntie Lee to pick me up, when I saw the Plane Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I continue, let me tell you about the Plane Man. The Plane Man is the mysterious person who often plays remote controlled airplanes in the playground in front of my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, you can see the plane zooming away, complete with blinking and flashing lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the day, he would be flying a different sort of plane, the one with propellers in the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never seen this man before, only his planes in the air. It was always too dark at night and I never seemed to notice him during the day. Until today, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was an ordinary looking Malay man, in his late forties. Except for one thing. He had only one leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/Sz1kkmd0VPI/AAAAAAAAAOY/IyWwo76YZnQ/s1600-h/toy-plane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421600106387625202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/Sz1kkmd0VPI/AAAAAAAAAOY/IyWwo76YZnQ/s400/toy-plane.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder whether during the moments he watches the plane cut through the air, he felt as if he too could lift up into the air, away from his troubles and join the plane dipping and diving in the blue blue sky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147539521886210466-7387730086504937481?l=angelinesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/7387730086504937481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/7387730086504937481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelinesays.blogspot.com/2010/01/plane-man.html' title='Plane Man'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024429509326181039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SYMilcp4RfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DUBDMlYFnZI/S220/side+thing+262.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/Sz1kkmd0VPI/AAAAAAAAAOY/IyWwo76YZnQ/s72-c/toy-plane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147539521886210466.post-7280883506288671057</id><published>2009-12-30T10:49:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T11:20:53.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in the newspaper!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SzrBPR4ecUI/AAAAAAAAAN4/cgUQUZPvjBk/s1600-h/pg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420857569736290626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SzrBPR4ecUI/AAAAAAAAAN4/cgUQUZPvjBk/s400/pg1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can't see it? Closer then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420857581081415986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SzrBP8JXUTI/AAAAAAAAAOA/xEfKpy8A0bw/s400/pg2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A tad bit closer..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420857589224463474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SzrBQae0XHI/AAAAAAAAAOI/GDDisO32aM8/s400/pg3.jpg" /&gt;Here I am!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year, everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147539521886210466-7280883506288671057?l=angelinesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/7280883506288671057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/7280883506288671057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelinesays.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-in-newspaper.html' title='I&apos;m in the newspaper!'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024429509326181039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SYMilcp4RfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DUBDMlYFnZI/S220/side+thing+262.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SzrBPR4ecUI/AAAAAAAAAN4/cgUQUZPvjBk/s72-c/pg1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147539521886210466.post-6301676202739907089</id><published>2009-12-02T17:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T21:56:48.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted.</title><content type='html'>Hey guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are so so fun. I love waking up as late as 12pm and looking forward to doing absolutely nothing for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently addicted to this pc game known as The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion. Its basically an rpg game, but totally open ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SxkTuY3BEEI/AAAAAAAAANg/lW6wignjWqE/s1600-h/ScreenShot11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411378114930479170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SxkTuY3BEEI/AAAAAAAAANg/lW6wignjWqE/s400/ScreenShot11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My character. Pretty? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SxkT7sNUl1I/AAAAAAAAANw/kc-Mo_b-MBE/s1600-h/wOLF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411378343462606674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SxkT7sNUl1I/AAAAAAAAANw/kc-Mo_b-MBE/s400/wOLF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The wolf I murdered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SxkTuDGlSRI/AAAAAAAAANY/zONNG8Wicw8/s1600-h/ScreenShot4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411378109090187538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SxkTuDGlSRI/AAAAAAAAANY/zONNG8Wicw8/s400/ScreenShot4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nice scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am such a geek. =D&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/8147539521886210466-6301676202739907089?l=angelinesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/6301676202739907089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/6301676202739907089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelinesays.blogspot.com/2009/12/addicted.html' title='Addicted.'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024429509326181039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SYMilcp4RfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DUBDMlYFnZI/S220/side+thing+262.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SxkTuY3BEEI/AAAAAAAAANg/lW6wignjWqE/s72-c/ScreenShot11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147539521886210466.post-5113400575372889050</id><published>2009-11-19T20:41:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T22:30:04.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAM Corroboree/ Prom</title><content type='html'>SAM was one crazy roller coaster ride. A good one, of course. Like all good things, it has to come to an end. And what better way to celebrate the end with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;corroboree&lt;/span&gt;/ prom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get food to eat,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SwVKr7govSI/AAAAAAAAALg/AnCZQVzd06Q/s1600/059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405809046297558306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SwVKr7govSI/AAAAAAAAALg/AnCZQVzd06Q/s400/059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sea Bass with lemon and something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;glamorous&lt;/span&gt; surroundings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SwVJ5fBWeMI/AAAAAAAAALA/cT60cjugyvU/s1600/017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405808179656685762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SwVJ5fBWeMI/AAAAAAAAALA/cT60cjugyvU/s400/017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grand Ballroom at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sunway&lt;/span&gt; Hotel &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You get to see old friends, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SwVOsvO9hmI/AAAAAAAAAMo/rMUMZRbYV4A/s1600/162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405813458228577890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SwVOsvO9hmI/AAAAAAAAAMo/rMUMZRbYV4A/s400/162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;May &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Zhen&lt;/span&gt; and Me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your new ones, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SwVLgwHqFbI/AAAAAAAAAMg/LMxKSQtNP7g/s1600/027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405809953773065650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SwVLgwHqFbI/AAAAAAAAAMg/LMxKSQtNP7g/s400/027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Awesome people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lecturers, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SwVLe_k5wVI/AAAAAAAAAMA/KLww8iTt2U8/s1600/079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405809923562520914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SwVLe_k5wVI/AAAAAAAAAMA/KLww8iTt2U8/s400/079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Geraldine and Miss Rachel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Watch a couple of great performances,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SwVPqF7uDFI/AAAAAAAAANA/mk2Rq3jtKyw/s1600/155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405814512293907538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SwVPqF7uDFI/AAAAAAAAANA/mk2Rq3jtKyw/s400/155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Amira&lt;/span&gt; and Sam performing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Camwhore&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SwVKrSat3MI/AAAAAAAAALY/otkXnsF9ukw/s1600/043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405809035266874562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SwVKrSat3MI/AAAAAAAAALY/otkXnsF9ukw/s400/043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Huey Jen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SwVKsdALRZI/AAAAAAAAALo/aRWx95qyko8/s1600/068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405809055288214930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SwVKsdALRZI/AAAAAAAAALo/aRWx95qyko8/s400/068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Huey Jen, Her Huge Camera and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And overall have a great time. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SwVP7BfinzI/AAAAAAAAANI/gJt3JWUVNqs/s1600/10850_180842890753_681950753_3506849_2035077_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405814803159752498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SwVP7BfinzI/AAAAAAAAANI/gJt3JWUVNqs/s400/10850_180842890753_681950753_3506849_2035077_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nearly the entire class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Following are random shots of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The theme: Masquerade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SwVJ6ifzzcI/AAAAAAAAALQ/mxsFvGdnemU/s1600/040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405808197769612738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SwVJ6ifzzcI/AAAAAAAAALQ/mxsFvGdnemU/s400/040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not my mask, Carmen's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ex-Classmate, Carmen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SwVJ6EXD3LI/AAAAAAAAALI/t3r14RGlQz8/s1600/034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405808189679852722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SwVJ6EXD3LI/AAAAAAAAALI/t3r14RGlQz8/s400/034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spot the difference between the dresses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Blooywoods&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SwVJ4GlicZI/AAAAAAAAAKw/SUP8reoLjWg/s1600/010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405808155917709714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SwVJ4GlicZI/AAAAAAAAAKw/SUP8reoLjWg/s400/010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Renushah&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ahaha&lt;/span&gt;, candid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SwVJ4hZIMFI/AAAAAAAAAK4/5DafkNQIEMw/s1600/012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405808163113414738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SwVJ4hZIMFI/AAAAAAAAAK4/5DafkNQIEMw/s400/012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Josephine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Chai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SwVOs-QQGVI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Y9tkHUn2CBw/s1600/075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405813462260521298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SwVOs-QQGVI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Y9tkHUn2CBw/s400/075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From left: Tim, Shaun, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Keat&lt;/span&gt; Tong, Gabriel and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Teng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Huei&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The girls,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SwVKtQMtjUI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ff8ws5RS6QM/s1600/074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405809069031001410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SwVKtQMtjUI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ff8ws5RS6QM/s400/074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Telling the guys how to pose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our cute server/ waitress for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SwVLfdeIZBI/AAAAAAAAAMI/t6xJqbbbdp8/s1600/084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405809931587183634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SwVLfdeIZBI/AAAAAAAAAMI/t6xJqbbbdp8/s400/084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The nominees for Prom King and Queen for the night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SwVST19m-AI/AAAAAAAAANQ/T8JRcllcxHc/s1600/089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405817428584626178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SwVST19m-AI/AAAAAAAAANQ/T8JRcllcxHc/s400/089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pretty people &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Prom King and Queen! (Both from G10, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;WOOO&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SwVLgIjN8DI/AAAAAAAAAMY/iGc0ozgJQDg/s1600/138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405809943151243314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SwVLgIjN8DI/AAAAAAAAAMY/iGc0ozgJQDg/s400/138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Congratulations to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Stef&lt;/span&gt; and Charles! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/8147539521886210466-5113400575372889050?l=angelinesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/5113400575372889050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/5113400575372889050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelinesays.blogspot.com/2009/11/sam-corroboree-prom.html' title='SAM Corroboree/ Prom'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024429509326181039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SYMilcp4RfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DUBDMlYFnZI/S220/side+thing+262.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SwVKr7govSI/AAAAAAAAALg/AnCZQVzd06Q/s72-c/059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147539521886210466.post-7263198171019213063</id><published>2009-11-12T00:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T00:42:06.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates soon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SvroxOSd5dI/AAAAAAAAAKo/RF96whKdxeU/s1600-h/Easter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402886635331118546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SvroxOSd5dI/AAAAAAAAAKo/RF96whKdxeU/s400/Easter.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stay Tuned!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147539521886210466-7263198171019213063?l=angelinesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/7263198171019213063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/7263198171019213063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelinesays.blogspot.com/2009/11/updates-soon.html' title='Updates soon!'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024429509326181039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SYMilcp4RfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DUBDMlYFnZI/S220/side+thing+262.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SvroxOSd5dI/AAAAAAAAAKo/RF96whKdxeU/s72-c/Easter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147539521886210466.post-9155879777482545143</id><published>2009-06-28T13:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T13:46:29.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bird's-eye View.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SkcBCLLLC2I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/anbRS8vmx20/s1600-h/IMG_3631+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352247819024141154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SkcBCLLLC2I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/anbRS8vmx20/s400/IMG_3631+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lil birdie came and made a nest in an abandoned flowerpot in my balcony. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SkcDIcxQxJI/AAAAAAAAAKg/EVCnbp1Dr64/s1600-h/IMG_3635+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352250125849773202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SkcDIcxQxJI/AAAAAAAAAKg/EVCnbp1Dr64/s400/IMG_3635+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see the baby birds?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147539521886210466-9155879777482545143?l=angelinesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/9155879777482545143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/9155879777482545143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelinesays.blogspot.com/2009/06/birds-eye-view.html' title='A Bird&apos;s-eye View.'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024429509326181039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SYMilcp4RfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DUBDMlYFnZI/S220/side+thing+262.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SkcBCLLLC2I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/anbRS8vmx20/s72-c/IMG_3631+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147539521886210466.post-4592710327952086275</id><published>2009-06-09T21:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T22:24:07.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy.</title><content type='html'>Go read Geraldine's blog or Angelina's blog for the update on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sunway&lt;/span&gt; trip if you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't be bothered to post one up since both of them have done such awesome posts already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, SIMS 3 is out and I'm spending most of my waking moments playing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I'm such a geek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147539521886210466-4592710327952086275?l=angelinesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/4592710327952086275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/4592710327952086275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelinesays.blogspot.com/2009/06/lazy.html' title='Lazy.'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024429509326181039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SYMilcp4RfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DUBDMlYFnZI/S220/side+thing+262.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147539521886210466.post-948841800936552781</id><published>2009-05-31T12:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T12:16:03.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Update.</title><content type='html'>Man, I'm really really enjoying this holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past week, I've been eating, sleeping, playing, eating some more and sleeping. Then repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No assignments to hand in, no tests to study for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm going back to sleep now. I'll update on the Sunway trip next week. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend, everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147539521886210466-948841800936552781?l=angelinesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/948841800936552781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/948841800936552781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelinesays.blogspot.com/2009/05/short-update.html' title='Short Update.'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024429509326181039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SYMilcp4RfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DUBDMlYFnZI/S220/side+thing+262.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147539521886210466.post-2240835211323989735</id><published>2009-05-21T19:48:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T20:56:12.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Banana Fritters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have found the equivalent of Krispy Kreme of Subang Jaya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You know how people line up for ages to get those lardy, fatty doughnuts? Well, in Subang Jaya, or more accurately, USJ, we have people lining up too. Except it isn't Krispy Kreme. It's banana fritters. Or better known as 'goreng pisang'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, after college one day, mum and I decided to try these famous bananas. When I reached the shop, known as D'Andaman Cafe (located in Taipan beside EON bank), there was a queue. Two men waiting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The first man ordered RM10 of the banana fritters. I was pretty surprised. Since RM1 = 8 bananas, RM10 =8 x 10= 80 BANANAS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I mean, freakin hell, who eats that much bananas anyway??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Exactly how good were these things??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When, it was my turn, I felt pretty self-conscious. Both guys in front of me had ordered double digits worth of bananas and I only ordered a measly RM2. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The woman packed the piping hot bananas into the bag with practiced efficiency into a paper bag and went on to serve the next customer. While I was queuing, another three people joined the line. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Notice that I am emphasizing the fact that people are queuing for the bananas. I mean, how often do you see that? There are 'goreng pisang' stalls everywhere, yet people choose this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Back to the story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, I couldn't resist the smell wafting out from the bag of bananas, and tried one the moment I sat in the car. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Like, mind-blowing good. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/ShVOIdH3rNI/AAAAAAAAAKI/6xEoafAVCrw/s1600-h/IMG_3493copy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338258840481148114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/ShVOIdH3rNI/AAAAAAAAAKI/6xEoafAVCrw/s400/IMG_3493copy2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tastes better than it looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The thin, crunchy crust was slightly sweetish and melted away almost immediately to sweet banana-ey goodness. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The banana was not too mushy and not too firm, and had the melt-in-your-mouth consistency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The texture was smooth, creamy and so so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bit into another. And another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bliss. Now, I know why those people were queuing up. None of the 'goreng pisang' I have ever eaten ever measures up to this one. Not even close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, who needs Krispy Kreme when we've got these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is exactly like Krispy Kreme, fatty, oily, sweet, addictive and heads straight to your thighs. With an added bonus of potassium from the bananas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Mid terms over, which means holidays are here! Gonna go Sunway Lagoon tomorrow and will be busy doing absolutely nothing for the next two weeks. YAY! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147539521886210466-2240835211323989735?l=angelinesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/2240835211323989735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/2240835211323989735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelinesays.blogspot.com/2009/05/banana-fritters.html' title='Banana Fritters'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024429509326181039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SYMilcp4RfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DUBDMlYFnZI/S220/side+thing+262.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/ShVOIdH3rNI/AAAAAAAAAKI/6xEoafAVCrw/s72-c/IMG_3493copy2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147539521886210466.post-25141797454832718</id><published>2009-05-13T20:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:15:41.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid-terms Fever.</title><content type='html'>Won't be updating until the week after next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147539521886210466-25141797454832718?l=angelinesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/25141797454832718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/25141797454832718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelinesays.blogspot.com/2009/05/mid-terms-fever.html' title='Mid-terms Fever.'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024429509326181039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SYMilcp4RfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DUBDMlYFnZI/S220/side+thing+262.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147539521886210466.post-6544772297497094205</id><published>2009-05-09T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T00:29:21.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Definition of disappointment.</title><content type='html'>Nombor MyKad&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Status&lt;br /&gt;TIDAK BERJAYA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147539521886210466-6544772297497094205?l=angelinesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/6544772297497094205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/6544772297497094205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelinesays.blogspot.com/2009/05/definition-of-dissapointment.html' title='Definition of disappointment.'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024429509326181039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SYMilcp4RfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DUBDMlYFnZI/S220/side+thing+262.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147539521886210466.post-2691515895260074068</id><published>2009-04-24T16:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T17:09:36.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst Confession Ever.</title><content type='html'>I. So. Need. To. Blog. About. This.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, after class, I decided to check out some stuff on the computer in the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a guy and a girl huddled together at the computer on my left and Carmen was on my right. Well, I didn't exactly see the girl and the boy, I heard their voices. The girl's voice was a sweet, little girl kind of voice, whereas the guy's voice was..there is only one word for this.. sissy. It was gentle and soft, unlike the deep tones of most guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, before I continue with this post, I wanna let you know that I was NOT kaypoh-ing. I can't stop myself from listening, you see. Its not as if I could program my ears not to listen for that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was their conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy: Um, I want to tell you something. Actually I wanted to tell you about this for awhile already..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl: Oh, ok, what is that?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy: Well,I don't think this is the right time to tell you this..maybe its too early..but..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl: Why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ears perked up. Was he doing what I think he was doing???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy: Well, I think you won't react the way I want you to react.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl: Wait, You're not changing class, are you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy: (earnestly) NO! That's the last thing I want to do! No, no, no..That's not it...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl: Then? What?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said it in that gentle, sweet voice which I know is fake and made me want to punch her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy: Well, I don't really know how to say it..I think its not the right time..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl: Its okay, I'm very understanding.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy: I....Love....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it!! At this point, I was barely able to hold in my laughter. I think if those two weren't so into the conversation, they would have looked up and noticed my constipated expression staring intently at my computer screen. And then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy: No, I think its not the right time.. Ill tell you another time.. It's really weird and all..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl: (Lowers her voice to what she thinks is a sexy voice) Now I'm curious.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Either the girl is really really thick, or she was just being nice and was pretending that she didn't know what his intentions are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very very annoyed with that guy at that time. This faceless guy ( I didn't dare to peek and see what they looked like in case he thought I was eavesdropping. Tsk.) not only has won the award for the worst confession I've ever heard, but actually confessed halfway and backtracked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to get up, kick him in the you-know-where, and stalk off, leaving them staring at my retreating back in wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, at that point, I left. Must give them some (non-existent)privacy for the guy to either continue to confess and get rejected or accepted or nothing happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, well. I think nothing happened anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But can you imagine what it would be like if she accepted and they got married a couple of years later? What would they tell their kids? "I first told your mama that I loved her in the Taylor's College Library."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So unromantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the guy, whoever you are, if you're reading this, no offence. At least try to find some privacy before you pour your heart out and gets overheard by a girl who would blog about it the moment she reaches home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sorry if I sound very...violent in this post. That's what exams for a week does to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147539521886210466-2691515895260074068?l=angelinesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/2691515895260074068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/2691515895260074068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelinesays.blogspot.com/2009/04/worst-confession-ever.html' title='Worst Confession Ever.'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024429509326181039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SYMilcp4RfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DUBDMlYFnZI/S220/side+thing+262.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147539521886210466.post-2200117348228251964</id><published>2009-04-23T22:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T17:03:16.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell week over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;* Deep Breath*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TESTS OVER FOR THE WEEK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SfB4l1O1VCI/AAAAAAAAAJo/1ebJAOrFxx4/s1600-h/IMG_3037+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327890950519084066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SfB4l1O1VCI/AAAAAAAAAJo/1ebJAOrFxx4/s400/IMG_3037+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even Easter is merajuk-ing cause I didn't pay enough attention to her this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I can update random crap on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went subway on Wednesday, we looked at the specialty of the day, debating whether to return on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The specialty of the day on Thursday was Turkey Breast something or other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is our conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X: Lets come back here tomorrow. Got turkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X: *Suddenly* Eh, what is breast ar?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X: The neh neh ah?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laugh even harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X: Turkey got neh neh ah?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh, laugh laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, when we were walking back to college,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X: What is turkey? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Name removed cause Miss X thinks that it is evil of me to post up her embarrassing moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next: 2 random shots during chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SfB4k_H8POI/AAAAAAAAAJY/T2nMCofqrS0/s1600-h/IMG_3046+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327890935994662114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SfB4k_H8POI/AAAAAAAAAJY/T2nMCofqrS0/s400/IMG_3046+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Methyl orange. Yellow= Alkaline, Orange =Neutral and Pink/Red= Acidic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SfB4lQNPK5I/AAAAAAAAAJg/AsJHayiEps0/s1600-h/IMG_3045+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327890940580277138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SfB4lQNPK5I/AAAAAAAAAJg/AsJHayiEps0/s400/IMG_3045+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Shaun Chow camwhore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147539521886210466-2200117348228251964?l=angelinesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/2200117348228251964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/2200117348228251964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelinesays.blogspot.com/2009/04/hell-week-over.html' title='Hell week over!'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024429509326181039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SYMilcp4RfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DUBDMlYFnZI/S220/side+thing+262.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SfB4l1O1VCI/AAAAAAAAAJo/1ebJAOrFxx4/s72-c/IMG_3037+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147539521886210466.post-3243771528666390996</id><published>2009-04-21T18:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T19:22:04.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry for the lack of updates!</title><content type='html'>SAM is being really stressful for these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we had a physics practical test, maths direct investigation one and biology class test all on the same day! Imagine the rush. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommorow, we are gonna have maths class quiz, and the day after, chemistry class test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how to tahan like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, this kindof hectic schedule will not keep up much longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neways, check this movie clip out. So cute hor? Its about two people separated by unbreakable glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MvjZ6VkLuCM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MvjZ6VkLuCM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And its from a guy to his girlfriend. So sweet. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147539521886210466-3243771528666390996?l=angelinesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/3243771528666390996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/3243771528666390996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelinesays.blogspot.com/2009/04/sorry-for-lack-of-updates.html' title='Sorry for the lack of updates!'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024429509326181039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SYMilcp4RfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DUBDMlYFnZI/S220/side+thing+262.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147539521886210466.post-8484095275671059860</id><published>2009-04-15T20:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T21:13:22.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of the world is near!</title><content type='html'>I was doing some research for my biology report when this site caught my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about DOOMSDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, our earth is gonna meet its end on 21st December 2012 due to a mysterious planet dubbed 'Planet X'.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? There is an institute, Institute of Human Continuity (IHC) is offering to save lives of a few lucky ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you gotta do is to get a lottery ticket &lt;a href="http://theihc.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I checked out more info on this 2012 thingy. Its not completely BS, there is some evidence on this thingy. Try googling it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has its own wikipedia page &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2012_Doomsday_prediction"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe it, though. It was just something interesting to read about after all that biology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who believe it, hurry and get your tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you'll have much of a chance though. The last time I checked, about 6 million registered. Good luck anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147539521886210466-8484095275671059860?l=angelinesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/8484095275671059860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/8484095275671059860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelinesays.blogspot.com/2009/04/end-of-world-is-near.html' title='The end of the world is near!'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024429509326181039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SYMilcp4RfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DUBDMlYFnZI/S220/side+thing+262.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147539521886210466.post-3838015268780514117</id><published>2009-04-12T22:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T23:16:12.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>G10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SeIDiLQjBiI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/-NNFu3jdJH0/s1600-h/IMG_2986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323821595177977378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SeIDiLQjBiI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/-NNFu3jdJH0/s400/IMG_2986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sharing is caring!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SeIDhzJ3PPI/AAAAAAAAAJI/wrqfcQQIMrU/s1600-h/IMG_2985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323821588707491058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SeIDhzJ3PPI/AAAAAAAAAJI/wrqfcQQIMrU/s400/IMG_2985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fashionistas of G10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SeIDhsClkAI/AAAAAAAAAJA/LwAA-3NEjbw/s1600-h/IMG_2982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323821586797924354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SeIDhsClkAI/AAAAAAAAAJA/LwAA-3NEjbw/s400/IMG_2982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The 'couple' of G10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SeIDhVGEanI/AAAAAAAAAI4/trTTjLaeQy8/s1600-h/IMG_2996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323821580638513778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SeIDhVGEanI/AAAAAAAAAI4/trTTjLaeQy8/s400/IMG_2996.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Awesome people! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st row (from left): AngelineNg, Yap Huey Jen, Geraldine Chuah, Lestari&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd row: Chong Yi Ling, Josephine Chai, Amirah Wong, Dhanya Nair, Renushah Devi, Shobana, Kashvina Sanan, Ding Yih Ming, Angelina Wee, Stephanie Teoh, Sim Keat Tong, Lee Teng Huei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3rd row: Yong Kai Sam, Shaun Kang, Eric, Jeevakumar, Shaun Chow, Gabriel, Hardev, Timothy Goh, Preetiviraj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147539521886210466-3838015268780514117?l=angelinesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/3838015268780514117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/3838015268780514117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelinesays.blogspot.com/2009/04/g10.html' title='G10'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024429509326181039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SYMilcp4RfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DUBDMlYFnZI/S220/side+thing+262.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SeIDiLQjBiI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/-NNFu3jdJH0/s72-c/IMG_2986.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147539521886210466.post-7644516214205804297</id><published>2009-04-08T20:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:56:20.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How not to get A20s</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;..by playing Uno Stacko during breaks instead of studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/Sdyd4CakOUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/5o_eDu6Uaqs/s1600-h/IMG_2955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322302445691615554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/Sdyd4CakOUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/5o_eDu6Uaqs/s400/IMG_2955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lookie how tall it is!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/Sdyd3hoCfsI/AAAAAAAAAIo/5_xxvayoXy4/s1600-h/IMG_2944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322302436889755330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/Sdyd3hoCfsI/AAAAAAAAAIo/5_xxvayoXy4/s400/IMG_2944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Slowly..slowly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It really is a wonder how I manage to not fail everything, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P/S: Missing You.&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/8147539521886210466-7644516214205804297?l=angelinesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/7644516214205804297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/7644516214205804297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelinesays.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-not-to-get-a20s.html' title='How not to get A20s'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024429509326181039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SYMilcp4RfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DUBDMlYFnZI/S220/side+thing+262.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/Sdyd4CakOUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/5o_eDu6Uaqs/s72-c/IMG_2955.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147539521886210466.post-825275572308654521</id><published>2009-04-02T21:09:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T21:42:52.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goggles.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SdS9NWeFoiI/AAAAAAAAAIg/xg6Qf2chZ0U/s1600-h/IMG_2874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320085096899125794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SdS9NWeFoiI/AAAAAAAAAIg/xg6Qf2chZ0U/s400/IMG_2874.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aww, poor Steff is all tired!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SdS9MwQZ_TI/AAAAAAAAAIY/W8cpFtInOfw/s1600-h/IMG_2860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320085086641192242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SdS9MwQZ_TI/AAAAAAAAAIY/W8cpFtInOfw/s400/IMG_2860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Angelina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SdS7sIUIUjI/AAAAAAAAAII/-KHHcTmDSpE/s1600-h/IMG_2869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320083426651951666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SdS7sIUIUjI/AAAAAAAAAII/-KHHcTmDSpE/s400/IMG_2869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eric hates goggles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SdS7sbFQGGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Cx1x1S82yCw/s1600-h/IMG_2871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320083431689820258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SdS7sbFQGGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Cx1x1S82yCw/s400/IMG_2871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't ask me, I dunno what they're doing either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was the first time that we actually had to wear goggles during Chemistry. Apperently producing ester from alcohol and carboxylic acid is very dangerous.&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/8147539521886210466-825275572308654521?l=angelinesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/825275572308654521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/825275572308654521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelinesays.blogspot.com/2009/04/goggles.html' title='Goggles.'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024429509326181039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SYMilcp4RfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DUBDMlYFnZI/S220/side+thing+262.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SdS9NWeFoiI/AAAAAAAAAIg/xg6Qf2chZ0U/s72-c/IMG_2874.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147539521886210466.post-1449379415376843173</id><published>2009-03-31T19:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T19:41:26.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm NOT dead!</title><content type='html'>Seems like everybody is getting sick nowadays, me included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had JPA interview today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty normal, 5 people in a room, three interviewers.&lt;br /&gt;We sat down in a semicircle facing the interviewers. One of the interviewers was a doctor! His name was Dr. Ravi something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we had to introduce ourselves and talk about the course we plan to take. I messed up in that part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: So where do you plan to study?&lt;br /&gt;Angeline: Um, Australia.&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: Where in Australia?&lt;br /&gt;Angeline: Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: Why not Melbourne?&lt;br /&gt;Angeline: (Says some random crap, I cant even remember it now)&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: Well, Melbourne is known as one of the best places to study veterinary medicine, so why not Melbourne?&lt;br /&gt;Angeline: *Pause* Oh.&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: *Smiles nastily cause he managed to shoot me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. So malu. WHY DIDN'T I SAY MELBOURNE? WHY??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had a group discussion about drugs and how it was a threat to national stability.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty boring stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147539521886210466-1449379415376843173?l=angelinesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/1449379415376843173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/1449379415376843173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelinesays.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-not-dead.html' title='I&apos;m NOT dead!'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024429509326181039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SYMilcp4RfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DUBDMlYFnZI/S220/side+thing+262.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147539521886210466.post-53997068661423805</id><published>2009-03-18T22:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T22:36:25.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colours.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Short update on this poor abandoned blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We had chemistry experiment today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/ScECYqWyUhI/AAAAAAAAAHg/o2VuqOqfisM/s1600-h/IMG_2769%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314531657983873554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/ScECYqWyUhI/AAAAAAAAAHg/o2VuqOqfisM/s400/IMG_2769%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Silver mirror formed when Tollen's solution is added to aldehydes. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/ScECYEQvUqI/AAAAAAAAAHY/dlrzB7N2St4/s1600-h/IMG_2768%5B2%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314531647757963938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/ScECYEQvUqI/AAAAAAAAAHY/dlrzB7N2St4/s400/IMG_2768%5B2%5D" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pretty colours! From dichromate and permanganate solutions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/ScEDinlGbwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/CfjLyzzPf0s/s1600-h/IMG_2776%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314532928548925186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/ScEDinlGbwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/CfjLyzzPf0s/s400/IMG_2776%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Colours going into the sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147539521886210466-53997068661423805?l=angelinesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/53997068661423805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/53997068661423805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelinesays.blogspot.com/2009/03/colours.html' title='Colours.'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024429509326181039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SYMilcp4RfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DUBDMlYFnZI/S220/side+thing+262.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/ScECYqWyUhI/AAAAAAAAAHg/o2VuqOqfisM/s72-c/IMG_2769%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147539521886210466.post-4820080171097755375</id><published>2009-03-12T22:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T23:27:21.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You, God.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;=D I got straight A's. I know it isn't as great as some of you, but I'm still happy nonetheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today was a really really tiring day. I arrived at school at 9 AM and waited. And waited. And waited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;FOR 2 AND A HALF HOURS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sheesh. That's Malaysian time for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And when we saw the teachers entering the hall, everyone started screaming. Me? I think I chewed my nails to stubs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After we got our results, (lots of hugging and crying and whooping, but I'm not gonna go into detail), a group of us decided to go to Pyramid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312310211591673186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/Sbkd_dqaFWI/AAAAAAAAAGw/c4wWX979mog/s400/IMG_2587%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Group Pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We had lunch at Waffle World. Then, we went to watch a movie. The Reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SbkkGjdAB2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/HeSbF_3w_9U/s1600-h/IMG_2578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312316930474903394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SbkkGjdAB2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/HeSbF_3w_9U/s400/IMG_2578.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Min Shen and Yih Shan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SbkkFwrBZtI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HG8vIRUs2hE/s1600-h/IMG_2575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312316916843505362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SbkkFwrBZtI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HG8vIRUs2hE/s400/IMG_2575.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Li Za and Ann Ee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was really deep. Half the time, I as like "Huh? What?" cause I didn't understand why they were showing that scene. SiOn really enjoyed the movie. He was basically dissecting the movie as we watch. There was one part when he said "The shoes signify Death." SPOILER! And true enough, she killed herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They censored a lot of sex scenes too. Despite the movie being 18PL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fun, tiring day. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/Sbkn-2aSS2I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Tkwx7yEMdgw/s1600-h/IMG_2606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312321196171348834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/Sbkn-2aSS2I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Tkwx7yEMdgw/s400/IMG_2606.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First attempt using timer on camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147539521886210466-4820080171097755375?l=angelinesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/4820080171097755375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/4820080171097755375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelinesays.blogspot.com/2009/03/thank-you-god.html' title='Thank You, God.'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024429509326181039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SYMilcp4RfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DUBDMlYFnZI/S220/side+thing+262.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/Sbkd_dqaFWI/AAAAAAAAAGw/c4wWX979mog/s72-c/IMG_2587%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147539521886210466.post-5167655184001185846</id><published>2009-03-12T00:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T00:48:51.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo-ey.</title><content type='html'>I'm worried about my SPM results. =( But it's too late to do anything about it now,right? My situation kinda reminds me about a joke I heard once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, a man prayed to God, asking that he would win the lottery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He prayed every single day. However, he never won the lottery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months later, God became really fustrated and yelled at the man, "Will you please buy a lottery ticket??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm like the old man, aren't I? I hope so much that I would get good results, but I never do anything about it. When it comes to studying, I'm so horribly, dreadfully LAZY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is a way to get rid of some of my guilt. Ranting it all out this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too late now. Here goes nothing. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Good luck to the others who are gonna get their SPM results in 9 hours too. I'm sure you'll do well. Don't gloat in front of me too much kay? I might punch you or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/P/S: I PROMISE to update about the KLCC trip soon. Lots and lots of pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147539521886210466-5167655184001185846?l=angelinesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/5167655184001185846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/5167655184001185846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelinesays.blogspot.com/2009/03/cant-sleep.html' title='Emo-ey.'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024429509326181039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SYMilcp4RfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DUBDMlYFnZI/S220/side+thing+262.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147539521886210466.post-2749220756080823260</id><published>2009-03-07T11:19:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T23:30:51.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sam Fest PLUS Shaun Chow's Birthday</title><content type='html'>Updating on events that happened this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;First up, &lt;strong&gt;SAM FIESTA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, I decided not to go cause its was gonna start at 6pm and end at 10.30pm. &lt;del&gt;Which means missing my regular afternoon nap.&lt;/del&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I changed my mind the night before and decided not to be so antisocial. Unlike some people. *cough*Qian Xin*cough*.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after class, (Thursday class ends at 2pm), 3 cars bearing 14 G10 students went to pyramid. We decided to watch 'Street Fighters: The Legend Of Chun-Li'. The movie was not bad, and I agree with Angelina who said, "Its not my type of movie."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SbJvsJOZEnI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/nprH2rde44Q/s1600-h/IMG_2310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310429714804445810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SbJvsJOZEnI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/nprH2rde44Q/s400/IMG_2310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The driver: Gabriel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SbJvtByzFaI/AAAAAAAAAFg/3IKHT1P5QQQ/s1600-h/IMG_2312%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310429729989531042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SbJvtByzFaI/AAAAAAAAAFg/3IKHT1P5QQQ/s400/IMG_2312%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the same car: Josephine and Yih Ming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SbJvsie8UeI/AAAAAAAAAFY/upZ26TZl3z4/s1600-h/IMG_2311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310429721584751074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SbJvsie8UeI/AAAAAAAAAFY/upZ26TZl3z4/s400/IMG_2311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Geraldine too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;I was sitting in the front. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we went bowling. Or rather, the guys went bowling. The girls just sat down and cheered. We laughed more often though. The guys are amazingly good at getting gutter balls. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SbJ0OMlSpuI/AAAAAAAAAF4/G8-WNaz69sE/s1600-h/IMG_2355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310434697867863778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SbJ0OMlSpuI/AAAAAAAAAF4/G8-WNaz69sE/s400/IMG_2355.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meet the class divas, Dhanya and Amirah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SbJ0NtNxuBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/m4SUPjCjdtY/s1600-h/IMG_2325%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310434689447737362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SbJ0NtNxuBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/m4SUPjCjdtY/s400/IMG_2325%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From left: Yih Ming, Kash, Eric, Timothy,Hardev, Sam and Gabriel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SbJ0NBMv_PI/AAAAAAAAAFo/jiDnErnIi1U/s1600-h/IMG_2331%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310434677632269554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SbJ0NBMv_PI/AAAAAAAAAFo/jiDnErnIi1U/s400/IMG_2331%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sam, Kash and Eric trying to work the scoreboard thingy out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;When we reached Taylor's College, I realized that I had miscalculated. Badly.&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I look, I see girls all dressed up for a night out. Me, being a stupid girl I am, took the dress code (casual) seriously and turned up in what I wore for the whole day, a freaking t-shirt! My face was oily from sweat and I bet I did not smell like roses by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Never under dress for college events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SbJ3EyvG-LI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CGr3NfM-bMM/s1600-h/IMG_2417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310437834845780146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SbJ3EyvG-LI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CGr3NfM-bMM/s400/IMG_2417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SMSU-ians! Ann Ee, Me, Yih Ming and Nicholas.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SbJ3EXazYiI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CwwlRMcUsuI/s1600-h/IMG_2375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310437827512853026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SbJ3EXazYiI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CwwlRMcUsuI/s400/IMG_2375.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Group picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SbJ3EC8zYaI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Pg6pBuP6W08/s1600-h/IMG_2415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310437822018314658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SbJ3EC8zYaI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Pg6pBuP6W08/s400/IMG_2415.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Timothy plus food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;I'm too lazy to upload more pictures, so go visit&lt;a href="http://www.memorieskept-inme.blogspot.com/"&gt; Angelina's&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://stephanie-teoh.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stephanie's&lt;/a&gt; blogs if you want more pics kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event itself was okay, loud bass-ish bands, disco lights, lots of people dancing, food and a magician. Your basic SAM fest. =D I couldnt get the music out of my head till 2 days afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the next day, we celebrated &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Shaun Chow's Birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is actually on March 5th, but for some unknown reason, we celebrated it a day later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can recognize him from the way he drools when he sleeps during class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SbJ5Zn_qAOI/AAAAAAAAAGY/kOacZ2H2nFM/s1600-h/IMG_2440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310440391762903266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SbJ5Zn_qAOI/AAAAAAAAAGY/kOacZ2H2nFM/s400/IMG_2440.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fast asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;He is usually last in for class, the first to argue with the lecturers, the one who is most likely to make the class laugh and my lab partner. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a 'surprise' party for him during ESL, but I don't think he was pretty surprised. No change in expression when Hardev brought in the cake. I think he already knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SbJ5aHJyLOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/bXjm-t2ONPg/s1600-h/IMG_2452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310440400126880994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SbJ5aHJyLOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/bXjm-t2ONPg/s400/IMG_2452.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cutting the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SbJ5ap9znjI/AAAAAAAAAGo/zJ3uhRnyg1A/s1600-h/IMG_2454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310440409471884850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SbJ5ap9znjI/AAAAAAAAAGo/zJ3uhRnyg1A/s400/IMG_2454.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chocolate Cheesecake. You can stop licking the screen now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Okay, finally done! Long post and another longer one coming up. Have a nice weekend, folks! &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/8147539521886210466-2749220756080823260?l=angelinesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/2749220756080823260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/2749220756080823260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelinesays.blogspot.com/2009/03/sam-fest-plus-shaun-chows-birthday.html' title='Sam Fest PLUS Shaun Chow&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024429509326181039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SYMilcp4RfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DUBDMlYFnZI/S220/side+thing+262.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SbJvsJOZEnI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/nprH2rde44Q/s72-c/IMG_2310.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147539521886210466.post-6455713690444782651</id><published>2009-03-04T21:21:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T11:07:26.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alcholics.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today, we had an experiment on the distillation of ethanol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;=D I am a proud producer of ethanol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I shall now bring you a step-by-step guide on how to produce ethanol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Step 1: Ferment Orange Juice for a week.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/Sa6G2DHd3CI/AAAAAAAAADo/hnlSxhPFYx8/s1600-h/colpics+196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309329273824074786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/Sa6G2DHd3CI/AAAAAAAAADo/hnlSxhPFYx8/s400/colpics+196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OJ and maggoty goodness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: Filter the fermented juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/Sa6Iax2jUFI/AAAAAAAAADw/k5HWUmhjt4Q/s1600-h/colpics+198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309331004356513874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/Sa6Iax2jUFI/AAAAAAAAADw/k5HWUmhjt4Q/s400/colpics+198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Filter. Filter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/Sa6JzPrwE3I/AAAAAAAAAEA/0__OJ6Ek0Pg/s1600-h/colpics+201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309332524192764786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/Sa6JzPrwE3I/AAAAAAAAAEA/0__OJ6Ek0Pg/s400/colpics+201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Angelina busy filtering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 3: Set up the distillation apparatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/Sa6Kj5X6VSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7amYnKzsIBw/s1600-h/colpics+206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309333360017560866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/Sa6Kj5X6VSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7amYnKzsIBw/s400/colpics+206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Distillation apparatus. Remember: Water flow = anti-gravity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 4: Start heating the OJ. Ethanol will be produced at temperatures between 78 -100 degrees celcius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309335195964258370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/Sa6MOwztuEI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/9oLZGlHjnso/s400/colpics+215.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Heating up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 5: While waiting for OJ to reach desired temperature, it is essential to take pictures. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/Sa6Of0CphII/AAAAAAAAAEo/mADrK5RQy4s/s1600-h/colpics+211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309337687913235586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/Sa6Of0CphII/AAAAAAAAAEo/mADrK5RQy4s/s400/colpics+211.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kashvina plus Angelina. Hehe. It RHYMES. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/Sa6OfTU4e4I/AAAAAAAAAEg/u8bUkZhdJJk/s1600-h/colpics+204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309337679131343746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/Sa6OfTU4e4I/AAAAAAAAAEg/u8bUkZhdJJk/s400/colpics+204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mrs Tan, Geraldine and Charles. Charles is all blurry cause he moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/Sa6QG-R4drI/AAAAAAAAAEw/y9wK43h8a1Q/s1600-h/colpics+217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309339460188010162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/Sa6QG-R4drI/AAAAAAAAAEw/y9wK43h8a1Q/s400/colpics+217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;People busy at work. Yes, thats me holding my nose cause ethanol STINKS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 6: Ethanol is produced!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/Sa6SDUwm0EI/AAAAAAAAAE4/RHJp0Emu7as/s1600-h/colpics+221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309341596526235714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/Sa6SDUwm0EI/AAAAAAAAAE4/RHJp0Emu7as/s400/colpics+221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ethanol filtering out. Sorry. Despite my many attempts, the picture remains blurry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309341601409980930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/Sa6SDm8-2gI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dNoqOrCk7SE/s400/colpics+225.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Ethanol with a touch of OJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/Sa6SEDxZ6wI/AAAAAAAAAFI/PL8DwQEV3tE/s1600-h/colpics+227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309341609146051330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/Sa6SEDxZ6wI/AAAAAAAAAFI/PL8DwQEV3tE/s400/colpics+227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Hardev is eager to get drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147539521886210466-6455713690444782651?l=angelinesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/6455713690444782651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/6455713690444782651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelinesays.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-in-life-of-angeline.html' title='Alcholics.'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024429509326181039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SYMilcp4RfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DUBDMlYFnZI/S220/side+thing+262.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/Sa6G2DHd3CI/AAAAAAAAADo/hnlSxhPFYx8/s72-c/colpics+196.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147539521886210466.post-8688925891412310827</id><published>2009-03-01T19:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T20:25:10.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Busy Busy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/Sap4ES9i6NI/AAAAAAAAADY/__Hc8fi19Ls/s1600-h/IMG_2029%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308187126014339282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/Sap4ES9i6NI/AAAAAAAAADY/__Hc8fi19Ls/s400/IMG_2029%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When Biology turns into Art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to update about! The lunch at Face2Face and the trip to KLCC for Malaysian Studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neways, guess what I spent my ENTIRE SUNDAY doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Was. Reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the whole day! When I have a Biology essay proposal to prepare, Chemistry sources to search for and a Chemistry test to study for. Not to mention 16 pages of note-taking for ESL to complete. To top that off, A Malaysian Studies essay and a group assignment, A cover for Winangali (SAM Yearbook), A movie to edit aaaaand wash my shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the guilty book is....*Drumroll*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rage of Angels by Sidney Sheldon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;del&gt;OF COURSE the book is guilty, not ME.&lt;/del&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good book, it's a thriller novel, full of suspense from the beginning. Lots of courtroom drama. I dislike courtroom dramas. But in this book, I love it. The thing is, you can see how the main character changes. Lots of plot twists that will leave you frantically turning the page. His writing style will make you feel as if you're right there watching the whole thing.The bad part? It has an unhappy ending. =( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Suffice to say, this is my first Sidney Sheldon book, and it will definitely not be my last. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;READ IT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have finished gushing,have a nice day, peeps. Or rather, what is left of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Dear God, if you grant me straight A's for SPM, I will dutifully eat my vegetables every night from now on. *Fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147539521886210466-8688925891412310827?l=angelinesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/8688925891412310827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/8688925891412310827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelinesays.blogspot.com/2009/03/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy Busy Busy!'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024429509326181039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SYMilcp4RfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DUBDMlYFnZI/S220/side+thing+262.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/Sap4ES9i6NI/AAAAAAAAADY/__Hc8fi19Ls/s72-c/IMG_2029%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147539521886210466.post-6930662369717102827</id><published>2009-02-26T22:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T22:46:13.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taylor's is HAUNTED.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes, y'all. It is indeed true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There is a rumour that there is a ghost haunting class D17 in Taylor's College.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sometimes, you can even hear her talking and giggling during lessons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And me, being the genius I am, managed to take a picture of this elusive ghost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SaaqIab-JXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/WSeN5hBmm9E/s1600-h/IMG_2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307116272415024498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SaaqIab-JXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/WSeN5hBmm9E/s400/IMG_2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet &lt;del&gt;Casper&lt;/del&gt; Stephanie, the friendly ghost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147539521886210466-6930662369717102827?l=angelinesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/6930662369717102827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/6930662369717102827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelinesays.blogspot.com/2009/02/taylors-is-haunted.html' title='Taylor&apos;s is HAUNTED.'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024429509326181039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SYMilcp4RfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DUBDMlYFnZI/S220/side+thing+262.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SaaqIab-JXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/WSeN5hBmm9E/s72-c/IMG_2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147539521886210466.post-5661804215724838647</id><published>2009-02-24T17:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T17:34:32.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neh neh song.</title><content type='html'>A conversation in the car a few nights ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Eh, Angeline, can download for me the neh neh neh song arh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: O__o What neh neh neh song? No such thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron: I wanna make love right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: (shocked) WHAT?? WHERE DID YOU LEARN THAT??!&lt;br /&gt;-Continues lecturing Aaron-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning in the car on the way to college,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*song comes on radio*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: (excitedly) There! This is the neh neh neh song I wanted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Listens*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radio: &lt;em&gt;I wanna make love right now na na..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. That was what Aaron meant that night. Whoops. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum didn't want the song anymore once she understood the lyrics. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to those who live under a rock, its Right Now (Na Na Na) by Akon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147539521886210466-5661804215724838647?l=angelinesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/5661804215724838647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/5661804215724838647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelinesays.blogspot.com/2009/02/neh-neh-song.html' title='Neh neh song.'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024429509326181039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SYMilcp4RfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DUBDMlYFnZI/S220/side+thing+262.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147539521886210466.post-772841210066770764</id><published>2009-02-19T21:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T00:01:29.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noodle Station.</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, there was a group of people who were AC (Asia Cafe) fanatics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had lunch at AC nearly everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, they got sick of AC and decided to try different places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went to McDonalds yesterday and Noodle Station today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(All pictures were taken by Geraldine's hp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304512441310830210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SZ1p9fr43oI/AAAAAAAAACg/v3wHRNP5TCQ/s400/Pics._103.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Noodle Station logo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304512439549790866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SZ1p9ZIBipI/AAAAAAAAACo/vWqBV6wDVz4/s400/Pics._102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;You can tell that we are college kids by the amount of books on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SZ1p9VZOplI/AAAAAAAAACw/EHCjbBxer6k/s1600-h/Pics._101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304512438548211282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SZ1p9VZOplI/AAAAAAAAACw/EHCjbBxer6k/s400/Pics._101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yi Ling and Geraldine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SZ1p9nU9R2I/AAAAAAAAAC4/a--Y1UWGfVI/s1600-h/Pics._108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304512443362133858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SZ1p9nU9R2I/AAAAAAAAAC4/a--Y1UWGfVI/s400/Pics._108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, Qian Xin and Geraldine. Green Cushions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SZ1p-Gz2JxI/AAAAAAAAADA/_NPlCvag5JI/s1600-h/Pics._110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304512451813189394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SZ1p-Gz2JxI/AAAAAAAAADA/_NPlCvag5JI/s400/Pics._110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Group Pic. D: I look weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Front row (from left): Geraldine, Qian Xin&lt;br /&gt;Second row: Maryam, Me, Kash, Yi Ling, Huey Jen&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/8147539521886210466-772841210066770764?l=angelinesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/772841210066770764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/772841210066770764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelinesays.blogspot.com/2009/02/noodle-station.html' title='Noodle Station.'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024429509326181039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SYMilcp4RfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DUBDMlYFnZI/S220/side+thing+262.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SZ1p9fr43oI/AAAAAAAAACg/v3wHRNP5TCQ/s72-c/Pics._103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147539521886210466.post-2808625864138648726</id><published>2009-02-18T20:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:20:15.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random post.</title><content type='html'>Saw a cute shirt someone wore to college today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" We all want to kill the sexiest people alive, but suicide is crime."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Not very interesting, but I just wanted to update the blog. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147539521886210466-2808625864138648726?l=angelinesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/2808625864138648726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/2808625864138648726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelinesays.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-post.html' title='Random post.'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024429509326181039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SYMilcp4RfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DUBDMlYFnZI/S220/side+thing+262.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147539521886210466.post-2551553377584605314</id><published>2009-02-14T21:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T23:01:50.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine Schmelentine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad my Mr. Right didn't turn up in time for this years Valentine's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But I still have my friends and family anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;=D You guys are awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302640125548282738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SZbDGX8Jw3I/AAAAAAAAACY/T79cWoOQ0OY/s400/IMG_1705.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Unbloomed roses for all of you. Happy Valentine's Day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147539521886210466-2551553377584605314?l=angelinesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/2551553377584605314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/2551553377584605314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelinesays.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-schmelentine.html' title='Valentine Schmelentine.'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024429509326181039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SYMilcp4RfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DUBDMlYFnZI/S220/side+thing+262.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SZbDGX8Jw3I/AAAAAAAAACY/T79cWoOQ0OY/s72-c/IMG_1705.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147539521886210466.post-6609183230698617889</id><published>2009-02-11T08:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T20:47:04.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nursery Rhymes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://joybeth.lisondra.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/nursery_rhyme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://joybeth.lisondra.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/nursery_rhyme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you realise how some nursery rhymes are strangely morbid and depressing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems as though the nursery rhymes try to blind people with cheery notes and rhymes that people don't notice their true meanings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For instance, the forever popular Rock-A-Bye-Baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rock-a-bye baby, on the treetop,&lt;br /&gt;When the wind blows, the cradle will rock,&lt;br /&gt;When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall,&lt;br /&gt;And down will come baby, cradle and all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, what do you think happens to lil ol' baby when the cradle comes crashing down?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something not very happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And people wonder why babies wont shut up when you sing them lullabies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next up, Jack and Jill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jack and Jill went up the hill&lt;br /&gt;To fetch a pail of water.&lt;br /&gt;Jack fell down and broke his crown,&lt;br /&gt;And Jill came tumbling after.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second verse of the rhyme is less commonly performed:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Up Jack got and home did trot&lt;br /&gt;As fast as he could he fell back down;&lt;br /&gt;And went to bed to mend his head&lt;br /&gt;With vinegar and brown paper.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A pair of uncoordinated siblings falling down from a mountain. And mending your head with vinegar and brown paper? Jeez. Doctors will be spinning in their graves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are lots and lots more. The old woman who lives in a shoe who whipped little underfed kids. Poor ol' Georgie Porgie who couldn't make friends and resorted to kissing girls. Humpty Dumpty smashed into pieces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The nursery rhyme that really pisses me off isn't really morbid, but irritating nonetheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Row, row, row your boat,&lt;br /&gt;Gently down the stream.&lt;br /&gt;Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,&lt;br /&gt;Life is but a dream.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great way to tell kids that life is just great, right? Note the sarcasm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If people think media is making kids warped, they should seriously look into these nursery rhymes they play on tape for little kiddies everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147539521886210466-6609183230698617889?l=angelinesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/6609183230698617889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/6609183230698617889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelinesays.blogspot.com/2009/02/nursery-rhymes.html' title='Nursery Rhymes.'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024429509326181039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SYMilcp4RfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DUBDMlYFnZI/S220/side+thing+262.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147539521886210466.post-6174174907806583882</id><published>2009-02-09T21:38:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T22:37:02.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cameron Trip!</title><content type='html'>The main purpose of the trip was to interview Orang Asli at Cameron Highlands for our Malaysian Studies project. If you didn't know there is an Orang Asli village there, shame on you!&lt;del&gt; I didn't know either until Yi Ling told me.&lt;/del&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left on Saturday and came back on Sunday. Pretty short trip, but it was awesome. The only bad bit was the bus was filthy and very bumpy. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang Asli Village:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SZAzQfwHX_I/AAAAAAAAABI/bUKm4FK-6l8/s1600-h/IMG_1582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300793119909306354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SZAzQfwHX_I/AAAAAAAAABI/bUKm4FK-6l8/s400/IMG_1582.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From left: Me, Kash, Yih Ming, Josephine, Stephanie and Qian Xin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SZA0HZbFpEI/AAAAAAAAABQ/-w11wShIpYY/s1600-h/IMG_1583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300794063103304770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SZA0HZbFpEI/AAAAAAAAABQ/-w11wShIpYY/s400/IMG_1583.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Village&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SZA0yARjykI/AAAAAAAAABY/YOpMasHt2u8/s1600-h/IMG_1626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300794795086826050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SZA0yARjykI/AAAAAAAAABY/YOpMasHt2u8/s400/IMG_1626.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SZA0yARjykI/AAAAAAAAABY/YOpMasHt2u8/s1600-h/IMG_1626.jpg"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Qian Xin and &lt;del&gt;her&lt;/del&gt; cute Orang Asli baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Not much pics of the Orang Asli cause most of them are in Stephanie's camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Next, Strawberry Farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie was with her family, so it was only 5 of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SZA6mkpwifI/AAAAAAAAACA/Q5ZNibxAMtQ/s1600-h/IMG_1670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300801195763337714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SZA6mkpwifI/AAAAAAAAACA/Q5ZNibxAMtQ/s400/IMG_1670.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Group Picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SZA26WDFOUI/AAAAAAAAABo/IEBTsDut2mM/s1600-h/IMG_1643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300797137393891650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SZA26WDFOUI/AAAAAAAAABo/IEBTsDut2mM/s400/IMG_1643.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Qian Xin camwhoring with a rose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SZA3wqrMdII/AAAAAAAAABw/i0nNszYwZwk/s1600-h/IMG_1686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300798070643782786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SZA3wqrMdII/AAAAAAAAABw/i0nNszYwZwk/s400/IMG_1686.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The trademark Yih Ming smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300799334678321394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SZA46Pkg2PI/AAAAAAAAAB4/RzREPr2ce1Y/s400/IMG_1669.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kash and cactuses. Or is it cacti? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SZA7NVFCE9I/AAAAAAAAACI/ZQ4g4TfRDJs/s1600-h/IMG_1653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300801861597664210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SZA7NVFCE9I/AAAAAAAAACI/ZQ4g4TfRDJs/s400/IMG_1653.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Josephine and Me. Notice Qian Xin at the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SZA8aneow5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/0OEPpU5T7nk/s1600-h/IMG_1668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300803189386822546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SZA8aneow5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/0OEPpU5T7nk/s400/IMG_1668.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This flower was trying to be different among its yellow friends. &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;If anyone is gonna go Cameron anytime soon, do visit the strawberry farm and try their strawberry ice-cream! It is really sweetish, fresh,like eating a cold strawberry. It's the one Yih Ming is holding in her picture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;P/S: There are rumors that SPM results are gonna be released on 23rd Feb or 12th March. Oh Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147539521886210466-6174174907806583882?l=angelinesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/6174174907806583882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/6174174907806583882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelinesays.blogspot.com/2009/02/cameron-trip.html' title='Cameron Trip!'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024429509326181039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SYMilcp4RfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DUBDMlYFnZI/S220/side+thing+262.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SZAzQfwHX_I/AAAAAAAAABI/bUKm4FK-6l8/s72-c/IMG_1582.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147539521886210466.post-447748438737128297</id><published>2009-02-07T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T00:49:37.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip</title><content type='html'>Off to Camron Highlands with friends for the weekend! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147539521886210466-447748438737128297?l=angelinesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/447748438737128297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/447748438737128297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelinesays.blogspot.com/2009/02/road-trip.html' title='Road Trip'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024429509326181039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SYMilcp4RfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DUBDMlYFnZI/S220/side+thing+262.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147539521886210466.post-4459896637264054275</id><published>2009-01-31T05:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T13:11:51.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Ain't A Bed Of Roses.</title><content type='html'>You gain some friends, you lose some friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I seem to be doing so much of the latter nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tests coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to start studying. Whoopdedoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SYPch9qP1EI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1XWTSTH8rFA/s1600-h/IMG_1496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297320062763390018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SYPch9qP1EI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1XWTSTH8rFA/s400/IMG_1496.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147539521886210466-4459896637264054275?l=angelinesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/4459896637264054275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/4459896637264054275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelinesays.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-aint-bed-of-roses.html' title='Life Ain&apos;t A Bed Of Roses.'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024429509326181039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SYMilcp4RfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DUBDMlYFnZI/S220/side+thing+262.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SYPch9qP1EI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1XWTSTH8rFA/s72-c/IMG_1496.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147539521886210466.post-7928446292789349419</id><published>2009-01-30T06:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T17:32:03.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures pictures..</title><content type='html'>Pictures of trip to Raub, Pahang during CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly of my brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are total camwhores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the car:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-151" title="img_13571" height="534" alt="Aaron with huge eyebags." src="http://angelinesays.wordpress.com/files/2009/01/img_13571.jpg" width="401" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron with huge eyebags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-152" title="kenny" height="534" alt="Kenny being lala." src="http://angelinesays.wordpress.com/files/2009/01/img_1358.jpg" width="401" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny being lala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-153" title="aaron&amp;amp;kenny" height="337" alt="Spell it with me. P-O-S-E-R-S." src="http://angelinesays.wordpress.com/files/2009/01/img_1349.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spell it with me: P-O-S-E-R-S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Ah Kong (Grandpa) house:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-154" title="food!" height="337" alt="Half eaten food.Vege tasted HORRIBLE." src="http://angelinesays.wordpress.com/files/2009/01/img_1372.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half-eaten food.Vege tasted HORRIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-156" title="aaron,ahkong,kenny" height="337" alt="Aaron, Ah, Kong, Kenny" src="http://angelinesays.wordpress.com/files/2009/01/img_1385.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Left: Aaron, Ah Kong, Kenny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pictures of me cause I look fat in all of them. :) Happy Ox/Cow Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147539521886210466-7928446292789349419?l=angelinesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/7928446292789349419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/7928446292789349419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelinesays.blogspot.com/2009/01/pictures-pictures.html' title='Pictures pictures..'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024429509326181039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SYMilcp4RfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DUBDMlYFnZI/S220/side+thing+262.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147539521886210466.post-8165447597303212262</id><published>2009-01-26T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T17:25:06.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yuck.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, when I woke up, Aaron came up to me and shoved a plate near my sleepy eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just woke up. And when I just wake up, I'm pretty grumpy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to yell at him until I saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-125" title="thingy" src="http://angelinesays.wordpress.com/files/2009/01/img_1254edit.jpg" alt="thingy" width="450" height="337" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL IS THAT???!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron found it in a &lt;strong&gt;carton of chocolate milk&lt;/strong&gt;. He said he poured some milk into a glass and that THING plopped into his glass together with the milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what that DONKEY did?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE JUST REMOVED THAT THING AND DRANK THE MILK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He drank it before I woke up, so I had no way of stopping him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, that shows how much common sense a 13-year-old has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, when I phoned  Mummy to tell her about it, Aaron got pretty freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked, " Will I die?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*snicker*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my family eats/drinks weird things. I'll blog about the mutated banana Kenny ate someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147539521886210466-8165447597303212262?l=angelinesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/8165447597303212262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/8165447597303212262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelinesays.blogspot.com/2009/01/yuck.html' title='Yuck.'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024429509326181039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SYMilcp4RfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DUBDMlYFnZI/S220/side+thing+262.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147539521886210466.post-8479524835551775706</id><published>2009-01-26T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T17:26:32.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year!</title><content type='html'>While everyones fingers are happily grabbing as many angpows as they can, my fingers are busy scrubbing, sweeping, mopping and goodness knows what else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone please tell Mummy that we should NOT clean the house during Chinese New Year?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147539521886210466-8479524835551775706?l=angelinesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/8479524835551775706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/8479524835551775706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelinesays.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year!'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024429509326181039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SYMilcp4RfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DUBDMlYFnZI/S220/side+thing+262.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147539521886210466.post-1557649766219725973</id><published>2009-01-25T00:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T17:23:54.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Birthday Post..</title><content type='html'>Since it was birthday, my whole class went for break at Secret Recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-111" title="class pic" src="http://angelinesays.wordpress.com/files/2009/01/img_1213_1024.jpg" alt="class pic" width="450" height="337" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost everyone wore red to celebrate Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great time. We were 10 minutes late for Bio later. Whoops.&lt;br /&gt;After college, I went home exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned on the computer to continue downloading torrents and went straight to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mummy came home at night, she told me there was a bag for me hanging on the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-114" title="bag" src="http://angelinesays.wordpress.com/files/2009/01/img_1232_edited-1_10241.jpg" alt="bag" width="450" height="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the bag, there was a note, an envelope and a cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-110" title="note and envelope" src="http://angelinesays.wordpress.com/files/2009/01/img_1234_1024.jpg" alt="note and envelope" width="450" height="337" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad part? No signature. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-112" title="note" src="http://angelinesays.wordpress.com/files/2009/01/img_1235_1024.jpg" alt="note" width="450" height="337" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, will the nice person please own up? So I can thank you properly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its a girl , cause the handwriting is pretty neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: I found out who!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147539521886210466-1557649766219725973?l=angelinesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/1557649766219725973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/1557649766219725973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelinesays.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-birthday-post.html' title='Another Birthday Post..'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024429509326181039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SYMilcp4RfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DUBDMlYFnZI/S220/side+thing+262.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147539521886210466.post-4289925802604695145</id><published>2009-01-24T06:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T17:21:20.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I just turned eighteen today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is now legal for me to get married, smoke, watch porn, hire prostitutes, watch 18-SX, 18-PA and 18-PL movies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel old!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147539521886210466-4289925802604695145?l=angelinesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/4289925802604695145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/4289925802604695145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelinesays.blogspot.com/2009/01/birthday.html' title='Birthday!'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024429509326181039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SYMilcp4RfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DUBDMlYFnZI/S220/side+thing+262.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147539521886210466.post-8970594335472243859</id><published>2009-01-21T07:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T17:32:32.138+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happenings'/><title type='text'>Fire!</title><content type='html'>On Monday morning, I woke up to find this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-41 aligncenter" title="fire" height="301" alt="" src="http://angelinesays.wordpress.com/files/2009/01/img_1180_edited-1_1024.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A row of houses on fire.&lt;br /&gt;Poor them. Imagine starting the week like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this isn't some kind of omen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147539521886210466-8970594335472243859?l=angelinesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/8970594335472243859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/8970594335472243859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelinesays.blogspot.com/2009/01/fire.html' title='Fire!'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024429509326181039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SYMilcp4RfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DUBDMlYFnZI/S220/side+thing+262.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147539521886210466.post-7757946874968473573</id><published>2009-01-18T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T17:17:08.192+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Meet My Baby.</title><content type='html'>She was a mistake, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew such a small act would lead to such a huge consequence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I love my baby more than anything in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is three months old.&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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet my baby, Easter. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-37" title="easter" height="337" alt="Isn't she adorable?" src="http://angelinesays.wordpress.com/files/2009/01/img_1205_edited-1_10243.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147539521886210466-7757946874968473573?l=angelinesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelinesays.blogspot.com/feeds/7757946874968473573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelinesays.blogspot.com/2009/01/she-was-mistake-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/7757946874968473573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/7757946874968473573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelinesays.blogspot.com/2009/01/she-was-mistake-really.html' title='Meet My Baby.'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024429509326181039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SYMilcp4RfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DUBDMlYFnZI/S220/side+thing+262.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147539521886210466.post-5189329496515498718</id><published>2009-01-15T04:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T17:10:20.839+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uncategorized'/><title type='text'>Hello World.</title><content type='html'>&lt;del&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;Ching Ann Ee&lt;/a&gt; made me sign up for wordpress to join a joint blog &lt;a href="http://recording2jesus.wordpress.com/"&gt;RecordingToJesus&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided to get a blog too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a million years late. But never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've moved to Blogger cause Wordpress is not my thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;del&gt;And it doesn't have a tagboard.&lt;/del&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So NOW there is a tagboard. So go post something up, y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8147539521886210466-5189329496515498718?l=angelinesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/5189329496515498718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8147539521886210466/posts/default/5189329496515498718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelinesays.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-world.html' title='Hello World.'/><author><name>angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02024429509326181039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wuEexdhEEOo/SYMilcp4RfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DUBDMlYFnZI/S220/side+thing+262.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
