<?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-6171949656982394929</id><updated>2011-09-17T20:17:52.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking isn't the only thing we do</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>190</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-2987827456266702755</id><published>2011-05-17T16:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T16:44:11.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry my blog has been dead all this while. I was too busy with ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I didn't plan on coming here at first until I had this sudden thought of dedicating a blog entry to my girlfriend. She's the reason I've been so busy lately.. so busy that I don't have time to bullshit on forum or update my facebook status or even study for my coming external exams (which are really huge) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er... I forgot what I wanted to say. I'll come back again another time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-2987827456266702755?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/2987827456266702755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=2987827456266702755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/2987827456266702755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/2987827456266702755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2011/05/sorry-my-blog-has-been-dead-all-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-3486501267980711670</id><published>2011-04-07T20:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T20:21:03.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Should I delete all my previous blog entries? I feel like my blog needs a new start. I feel like I have changed internally and I would like to show you my transformation through my writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is I just finished reading all the blog entries on my own blog and realised that my english was PRETTY AWFUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I not care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to write something else,  something totally different from this before I decided to read back on all the stuff I've blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, I'll come back again sometime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully with better things that are less boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-3486501267980711670?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/3486501267980711670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=3486501267980711670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/3486501267980711670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/3486501267980711670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2011/04/should-i-delete-all-my-previous-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-3302575509005491593</id><published>2011-03-09T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T23:19:25.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seeing my friends acting lovey dovey with their significant others isn't exactly the best feeling in the word, especially when I'm still alone (23 years and still counting) and there's no prospect of love whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's cool to have someone to whisper sweet nothing to once in a while because people not only need love, we also need to give out love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's nice to have intimacy with someone once in a while because hugging and kissing makes all the blues go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's sweet when two people can just spend time together doing nothing but sharing with each other bout their lives and their stories in the past.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-3302575509005491593?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/3302575509005491593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=3302575509005491593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/3302575509005491593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/3302575509005491593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2011/03/seeing-my-friends-acting-lovey-dovey.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-6848112158285967835</id><published>2011-02-11T06:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T06:11:36.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love my mom more than anything in this world!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, you rock my world if you would pick up my dishes, wash them, pick up my laundry, wash them, pick up my cups, wash them without a complaint!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-6848112158285967835?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-6102711906529066362</id><published>2011-02-05T06:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T06:38:09.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lying in my bed with my eyes closed but my brain working on its own at full rate. I woke up to my laptop, typing on my keyboard, bearing the risk of waking up the woman sleeping next to me (Just a friend lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If change is the way to start a new year, I have failed once again.&lt;br /&gt;It almost seems like my life has been stagnant all this while and nothing has changed. Maybe not. But at least it is so in terms of my physical looks.&lt;br /&gt;I have been getting a lot of criticism (not in a harsh way) on my boyish dress style lately by A LOT of friends. It's Chinese New Year I know. It's the time when people come back to their hometown, dress up nicely for house visiting and play make-up. When I refuse to follow such Chinese New Year's norm, I become the talk among my friends.&lt;br /&gt;They say "Lose the jeans! Wear a skirt! Lose the sneakers! Wear high heels! Grow your hair long! Wear make up".&lt;br /&gt;I listen and think to myself "Yes.. you're way past the age to play teenager.. It's time you act and dress like your age..I should don everything I'm wearing that they disapprove and go for the BIG change"&lt;br /&gt;However, is change that easy? Maybe I am scared of changing maybe I am afraid to fail..maybe changing doesn't make me better..maybe I'm afraid to be laughed at..&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe... it's time for me to lose my ego&lt;br /&gt;A change is needed... I get it.. I'm aware of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-6102711906529066362?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/6102711906529066362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=6102711906529066362&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/6102711906529066362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/6102711906529066362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2011/02/lying-in-my-bed-with-my-eyes-closed-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-3069668000191779910</id><published>2010-12-21T17:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T17:26:08.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm type A</title><content type='html'>I want to be more patient. I am learning to say "I'm wrong" and "it's alright". I need to be less hostile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-3069668000191779910?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/3069668000191779910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=3069668000191779910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/3069668000191779910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/3069668000191779910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-type.html' title='I&apos;m type A'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-8822087779220895997</id><published>2010-12-21T11:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T11:32:39.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello? 为什么我全部的朋友做事情都没有交代？？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-8822087779220895997?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/8822087779220895997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=8822087779220895997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/8822087779220895997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/8822087779220895997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2010/12/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-6298401239562039153</id><published>2010-12-20T13:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T13:49:05.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guys talk about politics and with mockery. Girls talk about feelings and with sympathy. That's how different we are. If we are not of the same breed, we will not have realised each other's existence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-6298401239562039153?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/6298401239562039153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=6298401239562039153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/6298401239562039153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/6298401239562039153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2010/12/guys-talk-about-politics-and-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-155574223207564415</id><published>2010-12-19T18:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T19:08:00.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>咸咸的，是血的滋味。在嘴里流着的血，让我意识到了它真正的味道。为什么有人说血是甜的？我不知道，因为我不是个吸血鬼。多余的介绍就不必了，因为这只会是一个短短的故事。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “把嘴巴张大一点。” “啊。。。！” 张大了嘴巴之后所露出来的牙齿正被一位漂亮的牙医检查着。我心里有点紧张，只希望不会让她找到半颗蛀牙，因为这样太丢脸了。他似乎看出了我的紧张，徐徐的把头靠向我的左耳，透过被口罩盖住的小口，轻轻地说了一句“不要怕”。她的靠近让我小鹿乱撞的心更加的急速狂跳。不是因为我更清楚的看见了她美丽的双瞳，而是那从她长发中所散发出来的洗发水的香味。如此近的距离让我清楚的听见了她的呼吸声。‘呼。。’ ‘吸。。’ 我开始觉得自己的双颊发烫，甚至还忘了呼吸。我不敢直视她那双勾人的眼睛，只好紧紧的闭住了自己的双眼。可是那阵无法遗忘的发香仿佛在残酷地提醒着我她的存在，飘逸在空中，怎么也散不了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  若此时用一对听筒聆听我的心，你会发现它在跳动地如此大声，快速又疯狂。嘴里流了血。血不经意地碰触到我的舌头，初尝到的血的咸味，不知何时变成了甜的。一定是种幻想。就像那一股看不见的香气，尝不到却可以想象到它如嘴里的血一样的甜味。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-155574223207564415?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/155574223207564415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=155574223207564415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/155574223207564415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/155574223207564415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-1953264112448812477</id><published>2010-12-19T17:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T18:56:18.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Because I am bored and because I am on holidays, I am going to try to do some writing in Chinese.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-1953264112448812477?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/1953264112448812477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=1953264112448812477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/1953264112448812477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/1953264112448812477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2010/12/because-i-am-bored-and-because-i-am-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-6455399887807961515</id><published>2010-12-13T04:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T04:19:58.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4t8aG1W6H4I/TQUuFATiEjI/AAAAAAAAAQw/o_c2L0mjQho/s1600/09122010213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4t8aG1W6H4I/TQUuFATiEjI/AAAAAAAAAQw/o_c2L0mjQho/s320/09122010213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549892779320152626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4t8aG1W6H4I/TQUuEs2k2AI/AAAAAAAAAQo/22cPfQzjqf4/s1600/09122010208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4t8aG1W6H4I/TQUuEs2k2AI/AAAAAAAAAQo/22cPfQzjqf4/s320/09122010208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549892774098425858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4t8aG1W6H4I/TQUtK0SP_kI/AAAAAAAAAQA/lkNIKNqqAJA/s1600/09122010208.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4t8aG1W6H4I/TQUtMxbod7I/AAAAAAAAAQY/hHCqCGNnyBw/s1600/09122010211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4t8aG1W6H4I/TQUtMxbod7I/AAAAAAAAAQY/hHCqCGNnyBw/s320/09122010211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549891813254920114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4t8aG1W6H4I/TQUtMptwaLI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/NJxhScCOL34/s1600/09122010210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4t8aG1W6H4I/TQUtMptwaLI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/NJxhScCOL34/s320/09122010210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549891811183454386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4t8aG1W6H4I/TQUtLwZI5yI/AAAAAAAAAQI/uLe8Ktk43f8/s1600/09122010209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4t8aG1W6H4I/TQUtLwZI5yI/AAAAAAAAAQI/uLe8Ktk43f8/s320/09122010209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549891795796158242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4t8aG1W6H4I/TQUtK0SP_kI/AAAAAAAAAQA/lkNIKNqqAJA/s1600/09122010208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4t8aG1W6H4I/TQUtK0SP_kI/AAAAAAAAAQA/lkNIKNqqAJA/s320/09122010208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549891779661135426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For  the sake of letting you know that I've got a good phone with a good   camera and also adding REAL pictures to my blog for the VERY FIRST  TIME,  I created this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures are on my facebook too. With captions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-6455399887807961515?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/6455399887807961515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=6455399887807961515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/6455399887807961515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/6455399887807961515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2010/12/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4t8aG1W6H4I/TQUuFATiEjI/AAAAAAAAAQw/o_c2L0mjQho/s72-c/09122010213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-4143995023003308051</id><published>2010-12-12T09:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T09:20:03.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suicide</title><content type='html'>I read a post on a friend's blog about a guy, Alviss who committed suicide and was ridiculed for his stupidity, after his death. Never in my life had I thought that I would be talking or even interested in such a topic. Because life is life. While some people can't stop complaining about their lives, others strive to live one more day. Death, a matter that has always been on my mind. As much as I can't see myself contributing to my own death, I have actually been feeling rather suicidal in the past few weeks. Not in the sense that I want to end this life I'm living but in the sense that I won't be sad if I have to stop living right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Smart people want more because they are smart. It takes much more for them to feel complacent with their lives, some even never will. I'm not saying that being smart is making me suicidal as I never really think I am. It's just that sometimes you wonder 'What is the meaning to life?' You set a goal, you plan steps to achieve it. When you do, you move on to another one and it keeps going on. You achieved your goal, so what? You feel happy the moment you achieved it, then what? Then, nothing. Because happiness passes and sadness stays. So you keep doing things that give you happiness, even though it won't last. When you look at life, life is just time and you're just an empty shell which contains a soul. As the clock ticks, your soul fades away bit by bit until it is completely gone and so are you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   What is there to life? Studies? Work? Money? Love? Relationship? Nothing, you're just waiting to die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-4143995023003308051?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/4143995023003308051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=4143995023003308051&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/4143995023003308051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/4143995023003308051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2010/12/suicide.html' title='Suicide'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-5536293651194077477</id><published>2010-12-12T08:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T09:03:45.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears for Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4t8aG1W6H4I/TQQeyBh4AfI/AAAAAAAAAP4/QTQzcd9vJ1o/s1600/ognjenka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4t8aG1W6H4I/TQQeyBh4AfI/AAAAAAAAAP4/QTQzcd9vJ1o/s320/ognjenka.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549594485580104178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Movie for the week: Tears for Sale. A serbian movie about two sisters who have killed the last man in the village and are forced to find a replacement for the sake of their late grandmother's spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons you should watch this movie: Beautiful, sexy serbian WOMEN. Extremely creative, slightly magical story (A lil fast-paced), fun and entertaining, nothing you've ever seen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-5536293651194077477?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/5536293651194077477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=5536293651194077477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/5536293651194077477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/5536293651194077477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2010/12/tears-for-sale.html' title='Tears for Sale'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4t8aG1W6H4I/TQQeyBh4AfI/AAAAAAAAAP4/QTQzcd9vJ1o/s72-c/ognjenka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-2786874390947852894</id><published>2010-11-26T21:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T22:01:13.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies that I recommend for the weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4t8aG1W6H4I/TO-9Yj6Y3VI/AAAAAAAAAPw/SuMjXBtiIvQ/s1600/Going-the-Distance-movie-wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4t8aG1W6H4I/TO-9B07d6HI/AAAAAAAAAPo/gPbKPzMDfDw/s1600/flipped-movie-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4t8aG1W6H4I/TO-9B07d6HI/AAAAAAAAAPo/gPbKPzMDfDw/s320/flipped-movie-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543857505401956466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. Flipped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4t8aG1W6H4I/TO-83F1CDqI/AAAAAAAAAPg/ZZLMBCimNd8/s1600/easy%2BA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 273px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4t8aG1W6H4I/TO-83F1CDqI/AAAAAAAAAPg/ZZLMBCimNd8/s320/easy%2BA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543857320959807138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2. Easy A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4t8aG1W6H4I/TO-9Yj6Y3VI/AAAAAAAAAPw/SuMjXBtiIvQ/s1600/Going-the-Distance-movie-wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4t8aG1W6H4I/TO-9Yj6Y3VI/AAAAAAAAAPw/SuMjXBtiIvQ/s320/Going-the-Distance-movie-wallpaper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543857895971020114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Going the Distance (if you are really bored or free)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-2786874390947852894?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/2786874390947852894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=2786874390947852894&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/2786874390947852894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/2786874390947852894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2010/11/movies-that-i-recommend-for-weekend.html' title='Movies that I recommend for the weekend'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4t8aG1W6H4I/TO-9B07d6HI/AAAAAAAAAPo/gPbKPzMDfDw/s72-c/flipped-movie-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-8537253450450447190</id><published>2010-11-23T13:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T13:34:47.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I believe I was 7 or 8 when I had my first crush.  She was my neighbour who lived on the same block but two floors below. She was a very pretty, fair-skinned non-chinese. I had always looked up to her as she always struck me as someone bright and cool. When my whole family were moving out of the flat we used to share, I remember crying my eyes out over the thought of having to leave my neighbour and never seeing her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second crush happened when I first joined my school's athletic team in primary 4. There was this really fair-skinned and skinny guy who was 2 grades ahead. He was so obedient and always seemed to be training so hard to improve his athletic performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My third crush was a guy who was one year older than me and who also happened to be on the athletic team. His skin was nowhere near fair because he's non-chinese. But that didn't bother me much. I never had the chance nor the courage to go up and talk to him. Rather than like him, I think I idolized him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-8537253450450447190?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/8537253450450447190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=8537253450450447190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/8537253450450447190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/8537253450450447190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-believe-i-was-7-or-8-when-i-had-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-2314180912413521457</id><published>2010-10-27T03:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T03:35:17.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild Target</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4t8aG1W6H4I/TMcpaKuVGzI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/U-ETHa5jJ7U/s1600/Wild-Target-Movie-Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4t8aG1W6H4I/TMcpaKuVGzI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/U-ETHa5jJ7U/s320/Wild-Target-Movie-Poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532436196779957042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wild Target is the reason why I love British comedy. This is a movie about an old-fashioned 54 going on 55 assassin, Victor Maynard who has been hired to kill a con artist who has conned his boss. While failing to carry out his contract, he finds himself in an odd position where he has killed the replacement killer, become his target's body guard and picked up an apprentice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike most american films, the humor is done brilliantly without involving any disgusting scenes that will make you sick. The movie has a lot of funny lines, such as "You got plastic on everything. I bet condoms don't bother you." The cast members were amazing and couldn't have played their characters better. Bill nighy was great as an uptight assassin with little moustache and middle-parted hair; Emily Blunt was charming as an obsessive thief who couldn't resist stealing everything she saw; Rupert Grint lost his childishness in Harry Potter and played a gullible young adult who was really talented in being a killer. Among other great things, the soundtracks in this movie are as interesting and exciting as the movie itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that the movie is highly enjoyable, it does lack a touch of realism and logical sense. What happens in the movie is not unlikely to happen in real life. But why question realism and practicality when you're watching a movie and looking for a good laugh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, Wild Target is a good choice of movie for all types of viewers who are looking for good entertainment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-2314180912413521457?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/2314180912413521457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=2314180912413521457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/2314180912413521457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/2314180912413521457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2010/10/wild-target.html' title='Wild Target'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4t8aG1W6H4I/TMcpaKuVGzI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/U-ETHa5jJ7U/s72-c/Wild-Target-Movie-Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-6892784864975315929</id><published>2010-10-26T20:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T21:36:24.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Room in Rome</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4t8aG1W6H4I/TMbQE-fnUxI/AAAAAAAAAPI/CwMOYrOlyFg/s1600/room-in-rome-w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4t8aG1W6H4I/TMbQE-fnUxI/AAAAAAAAAPI/CwMOYrOlyFg/s320/room-in-rome-w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532337976184886034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two strangers, two women; one hotel room; in a strange country; That is how the story in a room in rome begins between two beautiful foreign women. Where accented english acts as the main means of communications between the two, beautiful Russian, Spanish and Italian are spoken when the universal language fails to express themselves. When multiple layers of lies stripped down, lie within the core are the heart-wrenching inner truths of their lives outside the seemingly virtual closed space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sexuality and the nudity in the film neither degrades the film nor objectifies the female leads; Instead, it further enhances the artistic aura discreetly built around the main characters. Accompanied by lovely soundtracks which intensify the affection, the characters will slowly grow on you. Among other great soundtracks done by the Russian Red, the one that stands out most is  'Loving Strangers' with beautiful lyrics extremely close to the story. In a melancholy tune, one of the verses sings "and I've got a whole lot of work to do with your heart cause it's so busy, mine's not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end of the movie, the characters are torn between going back to their old lives without another and picking up the new life they have created together. At this point, the truth doesn't matter anymore. Nor does the fact that they both happen to be women who fell in love with each other over a night. Ultimately, you find your heart willing for their love to continue and secretly wishing for a similar encounter somehow, someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-6892784864975315929?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/6892784864975315929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=6892784864975315929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/6892784864975315929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/6892784864975315929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2010/10/room-in-rome.html' title='Room in Rome'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4t8aG1W6H4I/TMbQE-fnUxI/AAAAAAAAAPI/CwMOYrOlyFg/s72-c/room-in-rome-w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-4343204034083517745</id><published>2010-10-22T03:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T03:17:15.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am going to turn this into a movie/tv show blog because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A) I do watch a lot of movies and tv shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(B) they're all I talk about (apart from exercise and diet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(C) I like sharing good shows with my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(D) They're are more interesting than my boring life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm going to make it work, write reviews on good shows that I've watched and hopefully some of you will find them useful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-4343204034083517745?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/4343204034083517745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=4343204034083517745&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/4343204034083517745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/4343204034083517745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-am-going-to-turn-this-into-movietv.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-4571972358383677272</id><published>2010-10-16T19:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T19:28:26.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>An acquaintance from high school has recently passed away. Some girl that I had always liked but never got the chance to get close with. Everyone is giving their condolences on facebook which got me thinking to myself "Will I get the same treatment when I die? Will someone besides my family shed tears for me upon my leaving this world? Will I, myself, cry for having to say goodbye to everyone I know and leave them behind?" I guess I will never know until the moment I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can we say about life? Life is life.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, that's another day gone.&lt;br /&gt;Life is short, ooh, life is short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, do rest in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-4571972358383677272?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/4571972358383677272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=4571972358383677272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/4571972358383677272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/4571972358383677272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2010/10/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-7160324962626940264</id><published>2010-10-14T18:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T18:53:49.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I ever said that I was jealous of  people who always knew what they wanted to do with their lives because I didn't. I was lying. If you know me, you know that I am a person who completely knows what she wants in and with her life. Because most of the time I act on impulses. Because most of the time I do before I think. However, there is one situation where I will say "I don't know what I want". That's when I know what I want and I will never get it. What I do is I keep telling myself I don't want these things that are out of my reach. I will not say it out loud because I don't want people to know I want them but can't get them. I will not spend more than a minute entertaining the ridiculous thought of trying to get them. I will block my wants out of my mind. Because a dream will always remain a dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-7160324962626940264?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/7160324962626940264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=7160324962626940264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/7160324962626940264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/7160324962626940264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2010/10/if-i-ever-said-that-i-was-jealous-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-4525804456122547755</id><published>2010-09-13T21:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T22:01:38.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One trip to the U.S.A is what it takes to wipe off my immunity to bitchy and mean people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit to having a strong personality which sometimes might come off too strong for you to handle; but as compared to those real bitches out there, I lose hands down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy to suppress the scary side of me and to play dumb or innocent with people. This is as far as my ego would go; To downplay my intelligence, to speak in a softer way, to seem harmless, to force a smiley face and to not care;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a bitch, stay away from me; Do not worry, I will not come close to you either.&lt;br /&gt;If you are mean, do not talk to me; I will not care to listen to what you have to say either.&lt;br /&gt;If you are a close friend of mine and think I have been too bitchy or mean with you, let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitches, I used to like you because you are so brave, because you are not afraid to speak up for yourself in whatever situation. But I don't like you anymore because you hurt my ego, make me look weak and more importantly, you waste my precious time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-4525804456122547755?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/4525804456122547755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=4525804456122547755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/4525804456122547755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/4525804456122547755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2010/09/one-trip-to-u.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-2023532358965631693</id><published>2010-09-06T18:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T18:34:43.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Specialisation</title><content type='html'>To store and play songs, I use mp3 player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To take photographs,  I use digital camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To watch shows and go online, I use laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make calls and text message, I use cellphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like one-function-device. They are specialised and less complicated as compared to uberlly awesome cellphones nowadays (iphone) which comes with all the functions mentioned above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the same preference applies in the matter of love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To flirt and feel pampered, I go to boyfriend A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To go to movies and have serious conversations with, I go to boyfriend B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To go shopping and swipe his card, I go to boyfriend C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, to fuck, I go to boyfriend D?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-2023532358965631693?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/2023532358965631693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=2023532358965631693&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/2023532358965631693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/2023532358965631693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2010/09/specialisation.html' title='Specialisation'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-4402159831688429530</id><published>2010-08-29T05:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T05:05:15.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A week in KL gained 2kg of fat to my body.  This busy KL city life is doing my body no good but my ego likes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From long hair to short, short hair to long, and now back to short hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy with words, hence this simple yet concise update post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-4402159831688429530?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/4402159831688429530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=4402159831688429530&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/4402159831688429530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/4402159831688429530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2010/08/week-in-kl-gained-2kg-of-fat-to-my-body.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-7595227161140415090</id><published>2010-06-13T20:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T20:16:43.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>下午心痒痒跑去看中文小说，又把自己的心情搞得乱糟糟，一直在那儿沸腾沸腾的。所以在这里写写东西，搔搔痒。不是想搞笑，纯粹想写些轻松的事情娱乐一下自己。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为什么我每次穿着我两百块的西装裤，酷酷的骑着机车出去的时候，老天就给我下雨呢？你这不是在玩我吗？还糟蹋了我那好看又好贵的裤子！在家的时候不下，我出去了，你就拼命地给我下。我唯一的一双鞋子都给你弄湿了，连老妈的那双运动鞋也滴滴答答地流着你的泪。很无奈呀！你就不能稍微行行好，让我有个快乐的独处时光吗？偏得让我每次都落汤鸡的模样回来，被家人笑话。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-7595227161140415090?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/7595227161140415090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=7595227161140415090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/7595227161140415090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/7595227161140415090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-1362430832402488453</id><published>2010-05-30T18:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T18:37:07.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>A self-loathing cycle began, words flashing through my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, family, lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changes in perception, changes in behavior, changes in likes and dislikes, changes in habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change of heart, change of mind, change of envinroment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, staying still, leaving out, falling out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confrontations, apologies, insincerity, fighting, ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness, emptiness, thrill, disappointment, forebearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expectations, confidence, friction, farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears, laughter, smile, voices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growth, pain, distance, gap, vanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, family, lover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-1362430832402488453?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/1362430832402488453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=1362430832402488453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/1362430832402488453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/1362430832402488453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2010/05/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-8006036971069291663</id><published>2010-05-10T18:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T19:11:28.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For 2 whole days, the streamyx service interruption has kept me away from the virtual world in which I feel most comfortable. One I did not create but shall stay in forever. Despite the great upset, I have managed to keep myself utterly busy with reading and watching stuff in which I've never quite taken an interest in the past. How odd and perhaps a little bit off-putting it is that my mind can so quickly shift from one thing to another. Two days ago, it was all comics; Yesterday, it was all english dramas set in the victorian era; Today, it is all nothing for I have done nothing but trying to get the only device that connects me to the virtual world back into good condition. I have failed and I have snapped; I have presevered and I have finally succeeded. You can never stop a smart brain from having ideas and solutions, can you? Speaking of pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has it ever occured to you as it has occurred to me that when you are by yourself, doing nothing but thinking the strangest things in your head, wandering across any borders you trespass, you will have millions of thoughts and so a many things to say? Funny thing is, while you finally get on to putting your delicate ideas into words, telling so many others the great things you have thought, you find yourself having not a word to say. At times like these I am vexed for there is so much I would like to say to the world, for I can't let you in my mind where beautiful words are formed and brilliant ideas are stemmed. Vanity, it is. Indeed. For how much I would like people to think me smart as well as I think myself to be; For smartness is a great compliment one could get and never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're finding my english so very odd and old-fashioned, I can tell you it is the reading I have done over the time I have been cruelly kept in this very real world. Nevertheless, I assure you, I will be myself again in no time for nothing has ever kept me the same for too long. My mind fast changing, never allowing myself to indulge in a thing for too long, I shall very soon be back to my old self in which I speak a more eloquent and normal english like a modern human being does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-8006036971069291663?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/8006036971069291663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=8006036971069291663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/8006036971069291663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/8006036971069291663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2010/05/for-2-whole-days-streamyx-service.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-1804635468495479616</id><published>2010-05-07T13:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T14:18:22.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>此刻的心情</title><content type='html'>这篇文我决定用中文来写，因为脑海里现在浮现的尽是些伤感的华语字。看不懂中文的朋友，抱歉了，就算你不读这篇文也不会有任何闪失。毕竟这只是我写来抒发自己的情感罢了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;太久没有看漫画，忘了为何每次都很不愿意开始追看一部新的漫画。因为有开始，就有结束。因为有欢乐，就有悲伤。当你因为一部带给你无止尽的欢笑声，不断在脑海里回想并爱不释手的角色而爱上它，你自然而然地希望它会永远继续下去。可是那是不可能的，因为所有事物都有一个结果。花了短短2天读完22卷的“校园迷糊大王” （School Rumble)漫画，却感觉自己与漫画里的人物一起度过了高中三年不可思议的快乐时光。很想成为他们，很想跟他们交朋友，很想跟他们攀谈几句，很想成为荒谬搞笑的2C班的一份子，可以吗？不可以吧。。。我是真实的，他们是虚拟的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;仔细想想，真的很可笑。怎么区区一部漫画带给我的心灵上冲击力和影响往往远远大过于家人与好友所能给的。我会为一部漫画大声地笑，为一部电影留下眼泪，为一首歌唱上千万遍，却不会为了周遭的家人，朋友给予体谅和包容。我的热血，我的热泪全都撒在虚拟世界里了。剩下的微不足道的份量在真实世界里根本就不足够。这只验证了一个事实：我的完美世界只存在于虚拟的2D世界。书里的人物，荧幕上的角色都是2D。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想当初网球王子结束的时候，我也用很菜的英文写了一篇伤感的文章。就是这样吧？我终于了解报章上读到的与动画人物结婚的男子心情。因为太爱了，所以疯狂地做些己所能及的事情来表达自己的这份喜欢。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;啊。。。我想我是真的疯了，竟然为了一部漫画这么感伤！虽然很快就会从这悲伤中走出来，我却不想忘了此刻的心情。它让我意识自己是个真真实实，不乏感情的人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你终于看完了这篇文章，本人在此非常的感谢你的耐心。我只是很想写些东西。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-1804635468495479616?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/1804635468495479616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=1804635468495479616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/1804635468495479616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/1804635468495479616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='此刻的心情'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-59030467411843253</id><published>2010-04-23T09:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T09:45:06.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsession</title><content type='html'>The thought that I could like something or someone so much, even to a point of obsession vexes me. I like to have full control over my emotions and feelings; I clutch on to sanity and rationality because I know they keep me away from obsession. But once in a while I get obsessed with things that I am not supposed to and very often they are the characters of a tv series or a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a good thing that I'm obsessing over a tv character instead of a real person? Because that way I will never do anything silly or malicious to the person that I'm obsessed with. The most I will do is google the character's name, jot down every single word that she's said on the show, quote her lines and download as many of her picture as I can find on the internet. Or is that bad enough already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, have mercy on me and please put an end to this awfully relentless obsession of mine?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-59030467411843253?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/59030467411843253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=59030467411843253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/59030467411843253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/59030467411843253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2010/04/obsession.html' title='Obsession'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-7196168198412362395</id><published>2010-04-09T13:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T13:26:15.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Micha Barton really fat?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.skinnyvscurvy.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/Mischa-Bartons-Yellow-Pants-Tummy-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 800px;" src="http://www.skinnyvscurvy.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/Mischa-Bartons-Yellow-Pants-Tummy-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.skinnyvscurvy.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/Mischa-Bartons-Yellow-Pants-Tummy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 800px;" src="http://www.skinnyvscurvy.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/Mischa-Bartons-Yellow-Pants-Tummy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not used to this whole Mischa-Barton-got-fat thing. She was so skinny and pretty on the O.C like years ago? What happened to her? How long has she been non-Hollywood-skinny? I used to like her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-7196168198412362395?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/7196168198412362395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=7196168198412362395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/7196168198412362395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/7196168198412362395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2010/04/is-micha-barton-really-fat.html' title='Is Micha Barton really fat?'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-5033475969548418386</id><published>2010-04-09T11:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T11:54:02.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4t8aG1W6H4I/S76kFsQqUcI/AAAAAAAAAO4/x7UsqUo61eY/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457980216106963394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4t8aG1W6H4I/S76kFsQqUcI/AAAAAAAAAO4/x7UsqUo61eY/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6171949656982394929-5033475969548418386?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/5033475969548418386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=5033475969548418386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/5033475969548418386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/5033475969548418386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4t8aG1W6H4I/S76kFsQqUcI/AAAAAAAAAO4/x7UsqUo61eY/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-1043792926666573957</id><published>2010-04-09T08:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T08:26:22.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>09 April 2010</title><content type='html'>Was ready to head off to gym with my lousy bike when I came back home to get my stuff and broke the damned motorcycle again. Okay, I left the choker on for too long AGAIN this time and burned the spark plug AGAIN. Right until this moment, I didn't even know what choker was, let alone its purpose in starting a motorcycle or how bad it was to leave it on for too long. I never ever, in my life, had to ride a motorcycle which wouldn't start without choking! Bloody bike, now everytime it breaks down, my family has to go through a huge drama just to get it fixed even though I have barely said a thing except maybe "oh the damn thing is broken again!". I wasn't sure it was my fault until I googled 'motorcycle choke on too long'. Only then I realized it was 100% my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the guilt eating me up, I decided to go the fridge and ate the remaining birthday cake that was left over from last night and made myself even more guilty. Oh... FML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-1043792926666573957?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/1043792926666573957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=1043792926666573957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/1043792926666573957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/1043792926666573957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2010/04/09-april-2010.html' title='09 April 2010'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-1099088727866982205</id><published>2010-04-08T10:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T06:41:52.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>08 April 2010</title><content type='html'>After eating a big plate of beef-curry-rice and munching on peanuts, I decided to go on my second fast at exactly 10 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fast got broken because it's my niece's birthday, I had to eat her cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to have to play the Coyote Ugly movie for myself everyday because I tend to forget why it is so important to have a good body.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-1099088727866982205?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/1099088727866982205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=1099088727866982205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/1099088727866982205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/1099088727866982205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2010/04/08-april-2010.html' title='08 April 2010'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-4158619419023459500</id><published>2010-04-07T06:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T07:10:46.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A sh... will be necessary</title><content type='html'>Ah so I told my mom about wanting to get an endscopy but it didn't go very well because my brother was there too. Really, people.. can you please hold your tongue if you don't know the slightest thing about the situation here? Why do people always assume they know best when they don't? If you are so sure you can be your own doctor, why do you need to go to hospital at all? Why do you even need doctors to tell you what is wrong with you and your body? Honestly, I don't even trust the doctors here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously think people should learn to shut up when they should especially when they haven't the slightest idea about what is going on. Seriously, I only talk of the things I know of. I talk facts and not assumptions. While I know there is too much negativity going on in my personality, I try really hard to tone it down. I am not trying to make myself sound like a saint and I certainly wasn't born to a family as a slave. It's just normal family problem, one that is deep ingrained and the root itself will never be identified, let alone removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the huge fuss I just made because of my stupid stomach condition, I am secretly praying I do have peptic ulcer or some other conditions I'm unknown of 'cause mom has just said the word that she's willing to fork out the money for my endoscopy at a private clinic. I'd better be sick or I go home with remorse and humiliatian entailed by the looks of my family which say "I told you so. It's your own bad doing" .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-4158619419023459500?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/4158619419023459500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=4158619419023459500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/4158619419023459500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/4158619419023459500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2010/04/ah-so-i-told-my-mom-about-wanting-to.html' title='A sh... will be necessary'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-117064171847374879</id><published>2010-04-07T06:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T06:20:00.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>06 April 2010</title><content type='html'>I really was going to skip blogging about yesterday because it was a bad day. I have learned to stay away from blogging when I'm in a foul mood otherwise there will be just too much whining and ranting on my blog and I don't like that. I don't like to publicly talk ill about others because it's just not a nice thing to do but I do share their bad deeds among my close friends :P I hold grudges, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case some of you are curious about how my first fast ended, I'm going to tell you now. I actually cheated on my 23rd hour into the diet and broke the fast with a small packet of nips followed by a boiled egg, 1/3 can of tuna and a small packet of IKO biscuit. Honestly the fast was miserable but not because of the hunger. There was this intense burning sensation within my stomach that would only go away for 15 to 30 minutes everytime after I made myself drink a lot of water. I wasn't feeling weak or anything. I did a lot of walking to and fro the graves and even watched my brothers eat their kampua and kuih while I was on fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I didn't pig out on food after the fast. I calculated my total calorie consumption throughout the day and it did not go over 1400 so I think I should be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, I don't think I can lose any more weight when I plateau at 54kg until I have my stomach problems fixed. These problems are causing my unhealthy eating habit and it is really hard to stop because if you're given a choice, would you rather be plump or have heartburn/ stomach burn your every now and then? Speaking of which, did you guys ever have stomach problems like mine or is it just me? It could be common, or not. Not everyone feels their stomach burning all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, I am not finding excuses for my chubbiness because I do blame myself for all the overeating and lack of exercise. My body is craving strength training but I am too lazy to get some.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-117064171847374879?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/117064171847374879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=117064171847374879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/117064171847374879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/117064171847374879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2010/04/06-april-2010.html' title='06 April 2010'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-9190277190200150210</id><published>2010-04-07T05:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T06:01:51.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>07 April 2010</title><content type='html'>I am sick of the constant stomach discomfort and bloating that I have had for so long. As if that's not enough, now I'm suffering from stomach burning as well every 2 hours I don't eat. I think I've found the reason why I'm always eating and yelling I'm hungry. I tend to eat to relieve my stomach discomfort. God knows what is going on in my stomach! All the symptoms shown lead to either peptic ulcer or irritable bowel syndrome but I don't really feel pains in my stomach, only discomfort ALL THE TIME and I don't get heartburn, only heavy breathing EVERY ONCE OR TWICE A WEEK. Okay, that sounds bad enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should get an endoscopy and have my stomach checked but I dare not ask my mom for the money to pay for the check-up because even the cheapest one costs more than 400 at a private hospital. I have no choice but to try to get a free one at the sibu general hospital. As much as I hate going to the poliklinik and the long waiting hours just to obtain an appointment which I may not secure, I really don't have a choice. Mom would rather pay for my funeral than my body check-up. Last time I told her I was going to spend a good 200 bucks on some blood test,  she scolded me for 2 days even though it was my money to spend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-9190277190200150210?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/9190277190200150210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=9190277190200150210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/9190277190200150210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/9190277190200150210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2010/04/07-april-2010.html' title='07 April 2010'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-3292312085473080770</id><published>2010-04-05T05:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T05:23:43.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>05 April 2010</title><content type='html'>It's not a new day for me. My long day started yesterday as soon as I decided to put myself on this eat-stop-eat diet where I have to fast twice a week for 24 hours. In other words, if you last ate at 6pm on Monday, you will have to wait until Tuesday 6pm to have your next meal so that there's a 24 hour fast in between those meals. My last meal was taken yesterday at 3pm and I am still regretting not finishing the Beef-stomach-noodles which were supposed to get me through this horrible 24 hour fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.55am, got woken up by my mother in a very soft way. We're to visit our dad's graves in an hour but I'm here blogging bout my diet instead of getting ready? It's okay, I always take less than 10 minutes to get ready. 14 hours into the diet and I have 10 more hours before my first 24 hour fast is finally over. The day is over only after the fast is over. Touching my stomach and I have to tell you, it has never felt flatter since I was 13 years old which is exactly when I started packing on weight and turned from a anorexic-looking stick into a normal-size-girl-with-some-curves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am kind of hungry and I am craving chocolate. Was literally staring at the tuna buns that mom bought me last night but can't really go after them because you know..hmm hmm.. Whenever I feel a bit hungry, I have to fill myself up with water but it won't last you more than an hour. Think it as a way to detox, I have never done any cleansing of my internal body in ages. Cleansing. Detox. Yes, keep that in my mind to prevent me from breaking my fast and pigging out on the food. Self-discipline and a strong mind is the essential thing for a healthy lifestyle and weight loss. Long term starvation is bad and one that is done with guidance and timing regularly is going to do more good to your body than harm. I am going to prove that to you, or at least I hope I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 more hours to go, 10 more hours to go. Should I get a milo just so I don't faint at the graveyard when we go? Excuse, my body is definitely stronger than I think it is. With the amount of fat that I have, especially in the middle section, I can go without food for at least 3 weeks as long as I get sufficient amount of water. My body needs to be starvingly shocked from time to time to increase its sluggish metoblism and work more efficiently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, enough rants. Gotta go. I'll be back before the fast is over. :&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-3292312085473080770?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/3292312085473080770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=3292312085473080770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/3292312085473080770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/3292312085473080770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2010/04/05-april-2010.html' title='05 April 2010'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-6744697541155277167</id><published>2010-04-04T07:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T08:55:43.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>04 April 2010</title><content type='html'>Today,  I showed the very first symptom of a workaholic. I was craving caffeine. Without wasting any time, I shamelessly made myself a coffee and got myself caffeinated. All these years of accusing caffein of making a sleepless, famished zombie suddenly seemed non-existent. It's Sunday, I watched a movie, I drank a cup of coffee and now I'm in love with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.45am - 7.15am: Did a good 30-minutesof cycling. Had cars and motorcycles honk at me everytime I was pedaling so hard up the main-road hill. Was it their way of complimenting my nice legs or was it just a way of them  saying  "Get off the road, you stupid bitch. You're in my way!"? Anyway, I was totally in my zone and couldn't care less about them. However, it did take me back to the scenes where young malays and middle-aged chinese men whistle at me everytime I strut down the street or even walk past a coffee-shop IN SIBU. This is the kind of  situation where exactly you should have every right and reason to deliver the sarcastic, vulgar yet powerful one-liner that says "Fuck My Life".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning to make a trip to the library after I'm done blogging this shit and having a nice shower.  Am painfully aware that reading and writing is essential for improving a language, in this case, english. As much as I hate studying, a good command of english has proven to be inevitably vital to a) be a good flirt (especially among westerners cause seriously, how many asians can flirt or even get it?)  b) keep yourself on a high intellectual level c) speak and write the way you intend d) stand out in sibu e) keep the idiots away from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.51 am, how many more carrots can I make myself eat? I've already done 4 today :&lt; I think I'm going to have a dream of myself turning into an orange, carrot-girl tonight. FML.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-6744697541155277167?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/6744697541155277167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=6744697541155277167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/6744697541155277167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/6744697541155277167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2010/04/04-april-2010.html' title='04 April 2010'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-688320464529416596</id><published>2010-04-04T07:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T08:14:37.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>03 April 2010</title><content type='html'>Okay, this was a wasted day. I couldn't bring myself to blog on the same day because there was nothing to blog about. First, I did 0 exercise yesterday 'cause I woke up at 5.30pm. Second, I actually woke up at 2.30pm by the same store-room-digging mother just to have some of my brother's chicken rice (yes, I finally gave in to temptation! It's only been a day, for god's sake! I'm just going to keep eating it, hopefully till the point it makes me sick then I'll stop for eternity)  and went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,  so I was up and it was 5.30pm. While I was deciding whether to go jogging or staying in for a good movie I just downloaded (it's a tough call) and at the same time,   hating myself for promising to make it a daily routine, it started raining. Thank god for your mercy because that means no jogging for the day. Yoo-hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.30pm, trying to sit myself down for a couple of good movies but found it to be extremely difficult as  I was fidgeting over a 1963-black-and-white movie. The fact that it was lesbian themed and starred by Audrey Hepburn didn't help much due to what staying in Sibu has done to me. What exactly has it done to me? If you live in a small, under-developed place like Sibu, what will be dampened is your ability to sympathesize and appreciate an intense drama-movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.30pm, steamed a carrot and a potato for 15 minutes. Ate them along with a poached egg and discovered that steamed potato tastes extremely well with poached egg yolk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of making myself watch some more serious, romance-featured movies, I decided to give myself a gulty pleasure by playing the movie ''Bitch Slap". It is a B movie but it is also a movie brilliantly done by 3 gorgeous women, each with an amazingly sexy bod! The lesbian kissing and sex scenes didn't turn me into a lesbian but they did inspire me to continue my workout just to get a hot body like theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot to mention, mom has gone to Sarikei for what you call 'grave sweeping' in chinese but I'm sure she will be back by the afternoon just so she can wake me up from all the store-room digging noise again.  Has it become a routine or not? I need a better way to wake me up. Even an alarm clock gives off a nicer ring then my mom does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: FYI, I do not list down everything that I eat for the whole day. I eat multiple, light meals a day and keeping record of what I eat daily will be a very tedious and difficult job. If you're thinking that I could live off potatoes and carrots for a month, or even a week then you're totally wrong. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-688320464529416596?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/688320464529416596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=688320464529416596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/688320464529416596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/688320464529416596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2010/04/03-april-2010.html' title='03 April 2010'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-995727322494316293</id><published>2010-04-02T19:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T19:33:11.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>02 April 2010</title><content type='html'>Woke up at 2.30pm by a store-room-digging mother, wait, that's my mom. The store-room is in my room, my room is a store room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made myself a drink blended with soy milk powder and a red apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steamed some cabbage leaves with one australian carrot for 15 minutes. Splashed in some disgusting ayam-brand tuna and finished the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 6.18pm, rode a lousy motorcycle borrowed from a relative to a park nearby. Walked for 25 minutes, jogged for 5. Covered a distance of 2.0 mile. Very ashamed of my own poor performance, I promise I'll work on that. (Jogging is just not my thing, it bores me to death but I will get through it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what to eat for dinner. Saw a lot of chickens on the table cause my brother is a chicken rice seller and obviously he failed to sell all this afternoon. I love chickens which means I am very tempted but I don't feel a bit hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning to do cycling/rope jumping/hula hoop for 20 minutes but my house is way too crowded with people it totally unmotivates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 7.32pm, ate a bowl of seaweed soup with egg. I hope I can sleep early tonight so that I won't feel hungry in the middle of the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-995727322494316293?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/995727322494316293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=995727322494316293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/995727322494316293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/995727322494316293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2010/04/02-april-2010.html' title='02 April 2010'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-5894681163461649621</id><published>2010-03-23T04:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T04:47:10.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I woke up and thought to myself "thank god for giving me a pair of nice boobs"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-5894681163461649621?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/5894681163461649621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=5894681163461649621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/5894681163461649621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/5894681163461649621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2010/03/today-i-woke-up-and-thought-to-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-3058848944421623962</id><published>2010-03-12T08:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T08:54:17.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lost, lost and lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been nothing but lost, depressed and ill-tempered ever since I came back from the US.&lt;br /&gt;Have done research on the courses that I'm planning to do for the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Have laid out several study plans in which financial assistance is the key element for each of these plans to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;Have found my interest in medicine but do not dare to venture as it means more scoldings, more discouragements from family and friends, more money wasted and large sum of debts.&lt;br /&gt;Have been convincing myself to do ACCA which is the cheapest and the least time consuming course available but  at the same time is virtually irrelevant to my past academic achievements.&lt;br /&gt;Have been changing my minds on this again and again.&lt;br /&gt;It is a battle between money and passion.&lt;br /&gt;How do you choose?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-3058848944421623962?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/3058848944421623962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=3058848944421623962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/3058848944421623962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/3058848944421623962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2010/03/lost-lost-and-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-7964082896228277871</id><published>2010-01-28T00:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T00:21:29.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>这篇文决定用中文来写，因为老实说，我的英文已经烂到一个程度连简单的东西都表达不出来了。最近跑了美国一趟，兜兜转转，又回来了。在那里接触了许多的中国人以及台湾人。去了一趟美国，英文不止没进步，还弄来了怪里怪气的中国口音（因为这件事还被朋友笑了一顿）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如何说起呢？开始写之前，头脑浮现了好多想法。真正坐下来写的时候，怪了，反而什么都写不出来。想了很多，考虑了很多，也做出了相当大的一个决定，放弃一个不再是是梦想的梦想。为这梦想说付出的时间与金钱到头来变成一种浪费。虽然自己不这样想（如果自己也这样想，那我真的也不用活了，干脆挖个地洞钻下去），但无法改变家人对这件事情的看发。读了一年半，花了上一万，如今却要重新开始。汗，我也只能干笑了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这应该就是所谓人生的一个转涙点吧？梦想是奢侈的，金钱是现实的，时间是宝贵的。想了一想，可能真的要舍弃读了一生的科学了。真的这么做了，也只会有解脱的感觉，没有舍不得。长大了，面临的种种问题，抉择越来越困难，只怕走错了一步。竟然走错了，只能从起点再走过。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;希望一切事物从这一刻起会变得美好，因为人心是承担不起那么多创伤的！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-7964082896228277871?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/7964082896228277871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=7964082896228277871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/7964082896228277871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/7964082896228277871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-3108476447277260543</id><published>2009-12-04T16:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T16:58:13.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In 2 days, I have done more reading than I did in the past few months ever since my laptop died on me. It is good to tear away from the computer some time. It proves that I have a life outside the internet world. Just the other night when I told Debra on MSN about my laptop she laughed at me and commented that my existence depended upon my laptop. Haha.. How pathetic is that? My whole life is defined by my laptop. Make it past tense. Unhealthy attachment to electronic device..check..but will be a cross as soon as I manage to get myself busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking by the racks of books at the public library this morning, I had this urge of scanning through the books that I could get in my hands. Being a nerd, loving books is an essential characteristics that you either have innately or developed as you grew up. I love books, love the scent of the books and in a way, it delighted me. Don't know if I'm qualified to be called one but I would be happy to be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they say in the Big Bang Theory, nerds are new the sexy :D What's wrong with being a nerd and intelligent? Even though being a nerd doesn't necessarily mean you are intelligent, it means something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-3108476447277260543?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/3108476447277260543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=3108476447277260543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/3108476447277260543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/3108476447277260543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-2-days-i-have-done-more-reading-than.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-3402499605654187193</id><published>2009-11-26T02:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T03:05:49.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My blog has been dead for a little while and I am sorry about it. I haven't had the time nor the motivation to blog. It is difficult for me to put my thoughts into words, sometimes I don't even bother talking. Well, if you are guessing this is another meaningless post with no content, you're right! Before I first started the blog, I never thought that I would be a bad blogger. I can't be bothered about blogging my days, my school, my work and my family. Sometimes I do, but with very little detail. Don't get me wrong, I do share. I do it on the MSN, not here because I believe this is a place for me to rant, rumble, talk nonsense and most importantly, write english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case any of you are wondering where I am and what I am doing now (if anyone's really reading) ,  I am currently in Sibu, STILL having my holidays. I will be leaving for KL on the 24 december and the states on the 28th. I will be sure to update you on my whereabouts personally on MSN when I get to US. Or I could get into another blogging fever when I get myself a digital camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. Those who happen to be in Sibu now,  do ask me out to coffee chat, lunch or movies. I am always available. Haha I hope I don't sound desperate. I am not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-3402499605654187193?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/3402499605654187193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=3402499605654187193&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/3402499605654187193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/3402499605654187193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-blog-has-been-dead-for-little-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-8077345899082708320</id><published>2009-10-08T12:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T13:46:45.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>分离前的2个小时30分钟</title><content type='html'>不舍的眼泪从脸庞不停地滑下，不停地。。滑下。是这样吗？会哭吗？会哭吧。 会那样潇洒地，毫无保留地哭吧？不会吧，因为那不是我的作风。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;机场的重逢是想念的结束；机场的分离是想念的开始。还是会哭吧，偷偷地，鼻子酸一酸，往肚子里流。因为不想被妈妈看见坚强的女儿放声大哭的丢脸画面，所以只可能在离别后，独自一个人在机场默默地悲伤。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为什么人。。总是这样呢？总是在即将离别那一刻，才会想起身边的人的好。此时此刻，想起了妈妈为我做的我喜欢吃的菜肴，想起了她喜欢唠唠叨叨的样子，想起了她每一次在我离开的前一晚都会难过的睡不着觉。事到如今了，她仍然还是那句“为什么要跑到那么远去？”。某个程度上来说，我是很不孝吧。看见年过半百，已经失去老伴的妈妈，我终究还是选择追求自己的理想，把自己的需求放在第一位。当我今早跟她提说若我签证办不成，就索性去古晋读医科的时候，妈妈反而送了一口气，露出一副很希望我去不成美国的样子。是啊，唯一的一个女儿，最小的，却也即将成为唯一一个不在自己居住的国家的家人。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-8077345899082708320?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/8077345899082708320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=8077345899082708320&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/8077345899082708320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/8077345899082708320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2009/10/230.html' title='分离前的2个小时30分钟'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-6513790567059904328</id><published>2009-09-29T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T21:46:44.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How ironic is it that I've always wanted to be a grown up, now that I'm finally one I think it sucks to be one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People go clubbing when they're bored. I get it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-6513790567059904328?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/6513790567059904328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=6513790567059904328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/6513790567059904328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/6513790567059904328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-ironic-is-it-that-ive-always-wanted.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-4037072293514103682</id><published>2009-09-16T18:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T18:08:44.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In my world, there are only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My body issue : my big tummy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My academic performance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sports&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TV Shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Comics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Internet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;All I talk about are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My body issue&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My academic performance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sports : tennis&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TV Shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Comics&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gossip&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether it is good to be boring but I do feel guilty if I ever bore you to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-4037072293514103682?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/4037072293514103682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=4037072293514103682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/4037072293514103682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/4037072293514103682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-my-world-there-are-only-my-body.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-636502491878459056</id><published>2009-07-29T03:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T03:22:04.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss watching Grey's Anatomy Season 1 and Season 2&lt;br /&gt;I miss listening to Grey's Anatomy soundtracks late at night with all the lights off.&lt;br /&gt;I miss listening to Snow Patrol's Chasing Car when Danny was slowly dying in his bed alone in the Season 2 Finale.&lt;br /&gt;I miss watching Isabel lying on the bathroom floor in her fancy prom dress, grieving over Danny's death&lt;br /&gt;I miss watching Meredith and Derek painfully in love when there's an Addison standing between them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-636502491878459056?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/636502491878459056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=636502491878459056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/636502491878459056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/636502491878459056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-miss-watching-greys-anatomy-season-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-2067251011200448951</id><published>2009-07-06T13:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T13:28:17.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally 21</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone.. thanks for all the birthday greetings, I REALLY  appreciate them a lot. (Even though I am always saying I don't do birthdays; still it is nice to know my friends still remember me and even my birthday :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My first birthday wish is for roger federer to win Wimbledon 2009 which he did and finally broke Pete Sampras' record &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The first thing I did on my birthday is cleaning my room: changing the bedsheet, sweeping and mopping the floor that has been dirty for months&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;First realization on my birthday: Really really got back to my old, big size. Cannot fit in my favourite jeans anymore. So I have to start working out and losing weight AGAIN. (YOU, STOP STUFFING JUNK FOOD INTO YOUR MOUTH)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The first birthday greeting was from Debra (:D) who sent it like 3 hours early?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The first thing I ate for my birthday was chicken liver (eww I know but I read online that it is good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;First person I called was my mom (:D) to remind her to top up my phone credit so that I could get a 50% credit bonus because it's my birthday (which she always forgets)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;First friend I called was Yee Wern who obviously was still sleeping and it was (only/already) 9.30 in the morning. She did a lot of funny stuff when she was staying with me and said a lot of bad words too. I am so happy I didn't get influenced by her and start swearing 'KaNi..'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, turning 21 means:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Must start watching out my diet really really carefully because my metabolism rate has dropped again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Must have a killer body which I have been saying  all this years but failed to achieve&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Must get a boyfriend (yes I said BOYFRIEND) because I think I'm drying up (not in the way you think)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Must be sensitive to others' feelings and act my age because you see I'm a full grown up now, I am responsible for everything I do&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can finally vote which means there will be one vote more for DAP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The countdown to losing my .......... finally began (scratch that, I didn't mean it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One step closer to being financially independent. I want to make a lot, a lot of money so that I can buy this and that for my mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Owh, I forgot to mention what I want for my birthday this year. Really, all I want for my 21st birthday is a blender :X I almost bought one myself when I was grocery shopping at Carrefour today cause it's so cheap!!! Only 53 ringgit! But I totally overspent last month, so no... The days of making and drinking fruit smoothies everyday are still very far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-2067251011200448951?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/2067251011200448951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=2067251011200448951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/2067251011200448951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/2067251011200448951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2009/07/finally-21.html' title='Finally 21'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-3122833535091684988</id><published>2009-04-06T18:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T18:45:36.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Being smart gives you the right to call stupid. Just because you can doesn't mean you should.&lt;br /&gt;Really, I don't see much difference in people when it comes to intelligence. You are either smart because you study and read a lot or you are less smart because u study and read less. Really, it has much less to do with your intelligence than hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want to meet nice people. We don't want to talk to arrogant people who think they are much better than others. Even if you do, don't let it show on your face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-3122833535091684988?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/3122833535091684988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=3122833535091684988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/3122833535091684988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/3122833535091684988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2009/04/being-smart-gives-you-right-to-call.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-5572625974241966409</id><published>2009-03-19T22:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T22:29:28.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am saying this for the very first time in my life:&lt;br /&gt;I am desperate for a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;and guys should like smart girls. (NOT saying I am.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-5572625974241966409?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/5572625974241966409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=5572625974241966409&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/5572625974241966409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/5572625974241966409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-saying-this-for-very-first-time-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-2940422935742211808</id><published>2009-02-18T02:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T03:04:23.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temptations</title><content type='html'>Temptations, temptations, tempations.. I need to steer clear of!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't want to say this but I'm getting gayer than usual. It is a horrible, terrible thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting dumb, acting stupid, playing cool, being lazy, feeling empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff happened, shit happened, more friends gone, less friends remain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting very paranoid and panicky over everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More and more scared of talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More and more difficult to express my feelings and thoughts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-2940422935742211808?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/2940422935742211808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=2940422935742211808&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/2940422935742211808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/2940422935742211808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2009/02/temptations.html' title='Temptations'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-7723917237449569827</id><published>2009-01-31T01:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T02:00:35.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Resolutions</title><content type='html'>Instead of making the same new year's resolutions over and over again each year, I'm gonna list some NEW new year revolutions. I am sure you're all sick of hearing people say "oh my new year's resolutions are to lose weight, to get rich and to be healthy".&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here's my list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be nice and sweet. (Very improbable but I'll at least try. Next time I am mean to you, do remind me of the new year's resolution i just made)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be more feminine (I've already bought some make-ups! Eyeliner, mascara! I will try to look less butchy)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make more friends (Don't get intimidated by me! I won't eat you up.. I'm nothing more than a nerd, OK? Nerds are usually very friendly... We are shy)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a man in my life (Yes Yes, I said a MAN!) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be less vulgar (No more f**k, d**n and sh*t)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-7723917237449569827?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/7723917237449569827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=7723917237449569827&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/7723917237449569827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/7723917237449569827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-resolutions.html' title='New Year Resolutions'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-3066318024042638779</id><published>2009-01-14T16:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T16:25:25.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Will be alone for Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally gave up on the idea of being pretty, that is just not who I am.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I am going for handsome. I make a better looking boy than girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever that has stared at me or my boobs or my legs or my ass, thank you very much for having interest in me, my boobs, my legs or my ass. I am already used to your perverted looks and your eyes which 90% of the time are on my boobs.&lt;br /&gt;Can look, cannot touch, ok? Else, you'll be so dead. I do taekwondo, body combat, body pump and kickfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving up on singing as well because no matter how hard I practise I will always be tone deaf. It's not as much of my singing skill as my listening skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello strangers, if you think I've got curves, please do have the courtesy to tell it to my face. I need to know whether my body looks FAT/dull/Slim/Curvy/Masculine.&lt;br /&gt;The conversation can go like this:&lt;br /&gt;You (obviously been staring at my body for the past few minutes, thinking I got some curves): Hi, I think you have got some nice curves.&lt;br /&gt;Me (pretending to be flattered): Really? Nobody ever told me that before. You're such a sweet person. Thank you so much. (Now buzz off)&lt;br /&gt;Don't stare at my body so long because you think it's nice and just run away, without saying a word. I might think it's because I'm too fat I scare you away! Don't give me the wrong idea with the wrong look and response!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello middle-aged guys, stop staring at my boobs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-3066318024042638779?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/3066318024042638779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=3066318024042638779&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/3066318024042638779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/3066318024042638779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2009/01/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-7505254414697835916</id><published>2009-01-09T05:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T05:55:31.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>7 hours spent in redbox just to learn that I cannot sing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-7505254414697835916?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/7505254414697835916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=7505254414697835916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/7505254414697835916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/7505254414697835916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2009/01/7-hours-spent-in-redbox-just-to-learn.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-4059728368562804368</id><published>2008-12-30T07:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T07:40:19.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart went Oh Yay Yay Yay</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When Debra sent me a text message via SMS &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When she suggested we meet up and do some shopping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I know I am going to see her and talk to her face to face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;because one of the few who really get me is back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Hope I don't sound like a lesbian, I do not have a crush on her.&lt;br /&gt;She's one of my best friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-4059728368562804368?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/4059728368562804368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=4059728368562804368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/4059728368562804368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/4059728368562804368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-heart-went-oh-yay-yay-yay.html' title='My heart went Oh Yay Yay Yay'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-5730649611623033024</id><published>2008-12-25T02:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T02:16:41.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My type of Music</title><content type='html'>When it comes to music, I have a pretty odd taste. I do listen to techno, rock, hot, sexy songs but only during workouts. Most of the time I listen to slow, quiet songs that can bore you to death. (Yeah something like Norah Jones and Corinne Bailey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just uploaded a music playlist to my blog (No worries, they won't autoplay) If you're interested in knowing what kinda music I listen to, do play some of the songs in the list. I really love the first two songs though the lyrics are weird and maybe ...  sexual? Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-5730649611623033024?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/5730649611623033024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=5730649611623033024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/5730649611623033024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/5730649611623033024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-type-of-music.html' title='My type of Music'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-2901302081550598240</id><published>2008-12-19T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T17:29:06.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Santa</title><content type='html'>I've been a good kid this year, so can I get what I want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want for Christmas is ... the gay guy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-2901302081550598240?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/2901302081550598240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=2901302081550598240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/2901302081550598240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/2901302081550598240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-santa.html' title='Dear Santa'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-6468600314623526006</id><published>2008-12-13T20:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T20:14:59.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Marathon #5: Wild Child [2008]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4t8aG1W6H4I/SUOmBeKrZ-I/AAAAAAAAAOs/m22dj2aX7-Q/s1600-h/wild-child.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4t8aG1W6H4I/SUOmBeKrZ-I/AAAAAAAAAOs/m22dj2aX7-Q/s320/wild-child.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279245732416284642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Synopsis: A rich American girl is sent to an English boarding school by her father who is angry with her wild behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a teenage chick flick with pretty cliched storyline but it is highly entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;It will make you laugh. It will make you go "ow...so sweet". It will make you root for the main character. It will make you secretly wish Paris Hilton could pull a Wild Child too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-6468600314623526006?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/6468600314623526006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=6468600314623526006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/6468600314623526006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/6468600314623526006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2008/12/movie-marathon-5-wild-child-2008.html' title='Movie Marathon #5: Wild Child [2008]'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4t8aG1W6H4I/SUOmBeKrZ-I/AAAAAAAAAOs/m22dj2aX7-Q/s72-c/wild-child.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-7972872428782057950</id><published>2008-12-09T07:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:09:17.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Marathon #4: Strictly Sexual</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4t8aG1W6H4I/ST2on1tmKtI/AAAAAAAAAOE/1GrDyuPN_Lo/s1600-h/mb2x09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4t8aG1W6H4I/ST2on1tmKtI/AAAAAAAAAOE/1GrDyuPN_Lo/s320/mb2x09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277559740734778066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie Sypnosis: Two successful women, sick and tired of dating and relationships, decide to keep two young men in their pool house for strictly sexual purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the movie is a bit sexual but it is also very real. Those with impressive experience in love with find themselves bonding and relating well to the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the guys is so hot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-7972872428782057950?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/7972872428782057950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=7972872428782057950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/7972872428782057950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/7972872428782057950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2008/12/movie-marathon-4-strictly-sexual.html' title='Movie Marathon #4: Strictly Sexual'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4t8aG1W6H4I/ST2on1tmKtI/AAAAAAAAAOE/1GrDyuPN_Lo/s72-c/mb2x09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-4031219233355192766</id><published>2008-12-09T06:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:05:20.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Marathon #3: The Dark Knight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4t8aG1W6H4I/ST2ndAO344I/AAAAAAAAAN8/9uNVpdbx6F8/s1600-h/dark_knight_ver4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4t8aG1W6H4I/ST2ndAO344I/AAAAAAAAAN8/9uNVpdbx6F8/s320/dark_knight_ver4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277558455068517250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, may be a little too late for the jump onboard of the "I heart the new batman movie" ship but HEY, I'm sure the more the merrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really fantastic, I just wish I had seen it in a cinema.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-4031219233355192766?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/4031219233355192766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=4031219233355192766&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/4031219233355192766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/4031219233355192766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2008/12/movie-marathon-3-dark-knight.html' title='Movie Marathon #3: The Dark Knight'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4t8aG1W6H4I/ST2ndAO344I/AAAAAAAAAN8/9uNVpdbx6F8/s72-c/dark_knight_ver4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-6620252566188517301</id><published>2008-11-22T03:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T03:58:33.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your result for The Personality Defect Test...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Sociopath&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are 57% Rational, 29% Extroverted, 57% Brutal, and 86% Arrogant.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/users/156/664/1566642811609810544/mt1114812227.jpg" width="" height="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;div&gt;You are the Sociopath!  As a result of your cold, calculating rationality, your introversion (and ability to keep quiet), your brutality, and your arrogance, you would make a very cunning serial killer.  You are confident and capable of social interaction, but you prefer the silence of dead bodies to the loud, twittering nitwits you normally encounter in your daily life.  You care very little for the feelings of others, possibly because you are not a very emotional person.  You are also very calculating and intelligent, making you a perfect criminal mastermind.  Also, you are a very arrogant person, tending to see yourself as better than others, providing you with a strong ability to perceive others as weak little animals, so tiny and small.  You take great pleasure in the misery of others, and there is nothing sweeter to you than the sweet glory of using someone else's shattered failure to project yourself to success.  Except sugar.  That just may be sweeter.  In short, your personality defect is the fact that you could easily be a sociopath, because you are calculating, unemotional, brutal, and arrogant.  Please don't kill me for writing mean things about you!  I have a 101 mile-long knife!  Don't make me use it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To put it less negatively:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;1.  You are more RATIONAL than intuitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;2.  You are more INTROVERTED than extroverted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;3.  You are more BRUTAL than gentle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;4.  You are more ARROGANT than humble.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Compatibility:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your exact opposite is the &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=" score0="0&amp;amp;score1=" score2="0&amp;amp;score3=" 0=""&gt;Hippie&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other personalities you would probably get along with are the &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=" score0="100&amp;amp;score1=" score2="100&amp;amp;score3=" 0=""&gt;Spiteful Loner&lt;/a&gt;, the &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=" score0="100&amp;amp;score1=" score2="100&amp;amp;score3=" 100=""&gt;Smartass&lt;/a&gt;, and the &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=" score0="100&amp;amp;score1=" score2="100&amp;amp;score3=" 0=""&gt;Capitalist Pig&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you scored near fifty percent for a certain trait (42%-58%), you could very well go either way.  For example, someone with 42% Extroversion is slightly leaning towards being an introvert, but is close enough to being an extrovert to be classified that way as well.  Below is a list of the other personality types so that you can determine which other possible categories you may fill if you scored near fifty percent for certain traits.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The other personality types:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=" score0="0&amp;amp;score1=" score2="0&amp;amp;score3=" 0=""&gt;The Emo Kid&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Humble.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=" score0="0&amp;amp;score1=" score2="0&amp;amp;score3=" 100=""&gt;The Starving Artist&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=" score0="0&amp;amp;score1=" score2="100&amp;amp;score3=" 0=""&gt;The Bitch-Slap&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Humble.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=" score0="0&amp;amp;score1=" score2="100&amp;amp;score3=" 100=""&gt;The Brute&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=" score0="0&amp;amp;score1=" score2="0&amp;amp;score3=" 0=""&gt;The Hippie&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=" score0="0&amp;amp;score1=" score2="0&amp;amp;score3=" 100=""&gt;The Televangelist&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=" score0="0&amp;amp;score1=" score2="100&amp;amp;score3=" 0=""&gt;The Schoolyard Bully&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=" score0="0&amp;amp;score1=" score2="100&amp;amp;score3=" 100=""&gt;The Class Clown&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=" score0="100&amp;amp;score1=" score2="0&amp;amp;score3=" 0=""&gt;The Robot&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Humble.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=" score0="100&amp;amp;score1=" score2="0&amp;amp;score3=" 100=""&gt;The Haughty Intellectual&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=" score0="100&amp;amp;score1=" score2="100&amp;amp;score3=" 0=""&gt;The Spiteful Loner&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Humble.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=" score0="100&amp;amp;score1=" score2="100&amp;amp;score3=" 100=""&gt;The Sociopath&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=" score0="100&amp;amp;score1=" score2="0&amp;amp;score3=" 0=""&gt;The Hand-Raiser&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=" score0="100&amp;amp;score1=" score2="0&amp;amp;score3=" 100=""&gt;The Braggart&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=" score0="100&amp;amp;score1=" score2="100&amp;amp;score3=" 0=""&gt;The Capitalist Pig&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=" score0="100&amp;amp;score1=" score2="100&amp;amp;score3=" 100=""&gt;The Smartass&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to take my &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=" 13372526327873131397=""&gt;Sublime Philosophical Crap Test&lt;/a&gt; if you are interested in taking a slightly more &lt;i&gt;intellectual&lt;/i&gt; test that has just as many insane ramblings as this one does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;About Saint_Gasoline&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a self-proclaimed pseudo-intellectual who loves dashes.  I enjoy science, philosophy, and fart jokes and water balloons, not necessarily in that order.  I spend 95% of my time online, and the other 5% of my time in the bathroom, longing to get back on the computer.  If, God forbid, you somehow find me amusing instead of crass and annoying, be sure to check out my blog and my webcomic at &lt;a href="http://www.saintgasoline.com/"&gt;SaintGasoline.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.helloquizzy.com/tests/the-personality-defect-test"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           Take The Personality Defect Test&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.helloquizzy.com/"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(19, 19, 19);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(172, 0, 12);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ello&lt;span style="color: rgb(172, 0, 12);"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;uizzy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&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/6171949656982394929-6620252566188517301?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/6620252566188517301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=6620252566188517301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/6620252566188517301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/6620252566188517301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2008/11/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-6820496550701179800</id><published>2008-11-09T02:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T02:44:43.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Marathon #2: 海角七号</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogfile.ifeng.com/uploadfiles/blog_attachment/0811/64/1096164_c29f69a1b018f2208c93bc6e46decd50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 713px;" src="http://blogfile.ifeng.com/uploadfiles/blog_attachment/0811/64/1096164_c29f69a1b018f2208c93bc6e46decd50.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say about this movie. All I know is it is a must watch for all the chinese out there. I'm also shocked that Taiwan was able to produce such a good film. The film makes me want to learn japanese, it makes me think japanese is the most beautiful language in the world. (mind you, not French)&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you that it's also funny? 那些又太又土的老人在那里瞎搞，用台语在那里瞎掰，非常好笑！The songs are really nice and touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little secret: I actually downloaded the movie because of 梁文音. But she's only shown at the very end of the movie for like 15 seconds?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-6820496550701179800?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/6820496550701179800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=6820496550701179800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/6820496550701179800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/6820496550701179800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2008/11/movie-marathon-2.html' title='Movie Marathon #2: 海角七号'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-2499832959320749786</id><published>2008-11-09T02:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T02:32:48.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Marathon #1: Cyborg Girl / Boku no kanojo wa saibôgu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lunapark6.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/cyborg_she01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 424px; height: 599px;" src="http://lunapark6.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/cyborg_she01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very first piece of advice: If you're in dire need of romance/love, please don't go for western movies. They're all about sex. I don't blame them, that's the way they show their feelings. But the always-sex-part in their movies make us very difficult to fantasize or imagine a true love without hot sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking bout Cyborg Girl, it's directed by the same director who directed My Sassy Girl which has remained my all time favourite romance comedy since I first saw it. This first half of the movie is hilarious while the second half is touching. That's his style... sweet first, then bitter, then ending..leaving you asking for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strongly recommend to girls who love chick flicks and guys who love japanese girls&lt;br /&gt;Look at the poster! Do you see the cyborg girl? She is super kawaii...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-2499832959320749786?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/2499832959320749786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=2499832959320749786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/2499832959320749786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/2499832959320749786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2008/11/movie-marathon-1-cyborg-girl-boku-no.html' title='Movie Marathon #1: Cyborg Girl / Boku no kanojo wa saibôgu'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-9220223561938640518</id><published>2008-11-09T02:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T02:25:53.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Marathon started again!</title><content type='html'>As you know, (or you don't) I do a movie marathon once a year. How long it will last? how many movies I will watch? I'm not sure myself. This time I decided to start my movie marathon with asian movies. I won't write much for the reviews since we're no professional judges to pass criticism on the acting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-9220223561938640518?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/9220223561938640518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=9220223561938640518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/9220223561938640518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/9220223561938640518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2008/11/movie-marathon-started-again.html' title='Movie Marathon started again!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-4361747938563916194</id><published>2008-11-08T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T21:18:52.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When you have a mind that thinks way faster than your mouth speaks, talking seems to be a difficult thing;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you stay quiet for a time too long, you tend to forget how to speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there is no one willing to hear you sincerely, you find it meaningless to talk at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I've just grown lazy to talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it doesn't get me anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm always out of words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I can't describe the slightest sensation I feel with mere words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I started thinking talking is a waste of time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-4361747938563916194?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/4361747938563916194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=4361747938563916194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/4361747938563916194'/><link 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-6858460150504016772?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/6858460150504016772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=6858460150504016772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/6858460150504016772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/6858460150504016772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-need-oxygen.html' title='I need Oxygen!!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-9168059064934199903</id><published>2008-10-21T22:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T22:13:20.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's no reason not to be gay</title><content type='html'>I just found out that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy that I had a crush on for months is gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's turn gay together, everybody -__-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-9168059064934199903?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-8761087750805484554</id><published>2008-10-17T13:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T13:23:50.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor leadership = problem</title><content type='html'>Regret is a word that I am not familiar with. Instead of lingering and pining over something that has happened, I always choose to move on. I scarcely regret. For the first time in years, I regret doing what I just did - I ratted out my group members. I put things in the worst possible way, making it sound even worse than it actually was. The more I tried to make up for the wrong things that I said, the worse it got. All I am trying to say is I am truly sorry to my group members and I suck as a group leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I likened a group leader to a king, and I were the group leader, I would be a tyrant.&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I contributed 90% work to the assignment did not infuriate me. It has always been this way since we are a group. This is how it always works. It has worked so many times in our past assignments and we were content because nobody cared about the individual contribution of each member to the assignment and nobody raised up the sensitive issue. This time, it failed because the issue has been brought up. Being the honest/crude/blunt me, I told her the truth and I feel bad because I was the biggest cause of all! Delegating them only a small amount of work, I let myself do all the work. (Reasons for such action is another sensitive issue)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how my lecturer will interpret my review on each member's contribution to the assignment but I think they will probably get much lower marks. How am I gonna tell them it's all because of me and what I said?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-8761087750805484554?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/8761087750805484554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=8761087750805484554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/8761087750805484554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/8761087750805484554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2008/10/poor-leadership-problem.html' title='Poor leadership = problem'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-6132251350079827317</id><published>2008-10-08T01:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T03:14:32.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry I'm hooked on SNL!!</title><content type='html'>Go to this &lt;a href="http://www.codefromjames.com/wowhilarious/2008/07/18/snl-the-oc-dear-sister-parody/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; and watch the videos&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god they're hilarious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and have u seen the impersonation on Sarah Palin by Tina Fey?&lt;br /&gt;How can you not love Tina Fey? She is this whole package of beauty, humor and talents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edited: seems like it's not as funny as I thought it was because I showed the video to joanne, sabrina and sharon and none of them found it funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-6132251350079827317?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/6132251350079827317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=6132251350079827317&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/6132251350079827317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/6132251350079827317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-sorry-im-hooked-on-snl.html' title='I&apos;m sorry I&apos;m hooked on SNL!!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-4807681215063834277</id><published>2008-09-22T03:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T03:26:18.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been very busy, tired and eating a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry that I've too busy and tired to care for my friends lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ming Jing, Happy Belated Birthday! I totally forgot about your birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany, Happy Belated Birthday to you too. I remembered your birthday, just couldn't get myself to even send you a birthday greeting 'cause you're never online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connie, sorry for ONLY sending you a birthday greeting which was the least I could do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-4807681215063834277?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/4807681215063834277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=4807681215063834277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/4807681215063834277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/4807681215063834277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2008/09/ive-been-very-busy-tired-and-eating-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-8144313723835080523</id><published>2008-09-14T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T21:00:51.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new discoveries</title><content type='html'>- I've picked up a new hobby - go to Waffle World and help the staff when I'm bored even when I'm off &lt;br /&gt;- Have tried different looks: nerdy, cool, bookworm, boyish, cold; just never tried 'feminine' yet.. decided to keep my hair long and wavy this time, even though it means HOT HOT HOT as in long hair hot! as in exposed under the sun hot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-8144313723835080523?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/8144313723835080523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=8144313723835080523&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/8144313723835080523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/8144313723835080523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-discoveries.html' title='new discoveries'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-8989175464317855752</id><published>2008-09-10T08:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T08:11:32.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roger Federer is back!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.usopen.org/en_US/news/photos/2008-09-08/200809081220912066622.html"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.usopen.org/en_US/news/photos/2008-09-08/200809081220912066622.html" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.usopen.org/images/pics/thumbs/t_0908_025_Federer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.usopen.org/images/pics/thumbs/t_0908_025_Federer.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.usopen.org/images/pics/thumbs/t_0908_038_Federer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.usopen.org/images/pics/thumbs/t_0908_038_Federer.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tennis god is back! Forgive him for having not been himself for the past few months which cost him the championship of other 3 grand slams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've ever liked a man as much as I like him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-8989175464317855752?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/8989175464317855752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=8989175464317855752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/8989175464317855752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/8989175464317855752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2008/09/roger-federer-is-back.html' title='Roger Federer is back!!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-5243149435211139326</id><published>2008-09-09T00:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T00:53:14.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>angie's bad day</title><content type='html'>(taken from my conversation with alethea; thanks for the editing, ale!) (too lazy to blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's one of those days&lt;br /&gt;bad luck &lt;br /&gt;let me roughly tell u what happened&lt;br /&gt;1st i almost ran into a van today from behind&lt;br /&gt;2nd my history teacher wouldnt give me a make up 'in class exercise' because I couldn't produce an MC even though i ran into her and told her i wouldn't go for class because i was sick. she knew i was sick but still.... so 1% gone &lt;br /&gt;3rd slipped at work, knee cap knocked into the big piece of glass attached to the wall... caused a big crack...boss said the fixing would cost rm2000... not sure whether i would be asked to pay &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a whole piece of glass,not A GLASS&lt;br /&gt;a big piece of glass attached to the wall &lt;br /&gt;there is a big crack now&lt;br /&gt;come to waffle world and see &lt;br /&gt;my KNEE CAP knocked into the wall&lt;br /&gt;i slipped&lt;br /&gt;and the wall was the thing that stopped the impact&lt;br /&gt;else i would have slipped further in&lt;br /&gt;so imagine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit my teacher already knew i didn't go see a doctor&lt;br /&gt;whats the point of getting an MC now&lt;br /&gt;its not a test&lt;br /&gt;ITS JUST AN IN CLASS EXERCISE&lt;br /&gt;and she wouldn't let me do it? &lt;br /&gt;JUST AN EXERCISE &lt;br /&gt;its not even test &lt;br /&gt;its nothing as big as A TEST&lt;br /&gt;and the shitty teacher... &lt;br /&gt;she could have told me there would be an 'in class exercise' on friday &lt;br /&gt;so that i would drag myself to sch even though i was sick &lt;br /&gt;when i ran into her on thurs, telling her i was going home because i was sick&lt;br /&gt;she was all 'aiyer better don't come for class.... i don't wan to get infected' &lt;br /&gt;1% is a lot u know&lt;br /&gt;she said there's nth she could do without the MC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walked out of the class when she's still teaching&lt;br /&gt;the class started at 10&lt;br /&gt;she told me bout it at 10.30&lt;br /&gt;at 11 sharp, i left the classroom&lt;br /&gt;heard from my classmate that some said i was brave&lt;br /&gt;some said i was rude&lt;br /&gt;because i just walked right out of the classroom&lt;br /&gt;without informing the teacher&lt;br /&gt;i didn't freaking care&lt;br /&gt;i was kinda mad&lt;br /&gt;i lay on the desk for 30 mins before i decided to leave&lt;br /&gt;and the book was closed the whole time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm more worried about the 2k glass thing&lt;br /&gt;its a matter of money&lt;br /&gt;i'm still in debts&lt;br /&gt;2k? why dun u kill me now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-5243149435211139326?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/5243149435211139326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-6931747393074371852</id><published>2008-09-08T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T00:36:21.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Far We've Come</title><content type='html'>I'm waking up at the start of the end of the world&lt;br /&gt;But it's  feeling just like every other morning before,&lt;br /&gt;Now i wonder what my life is  going to mean if it's gone,&lt;br /&gt;The cars are moving like a half a mile an hour if  that&lt;br /&gt;And I started staring at the passengers who're waving goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Can you  tell me what was ever really special about me all this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I  believe the world is burning to the ground&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I guess we're gonna find  out&lt;br /&gt;Let's see how far we've come&lt;br /&gt;Let's see how far we've come&lt;br /&gt;Well I  believe it all is coming to an end&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I guess we're gonna  pretend,&lt;br /&gt;Let's see how far we've come&lt;br /&gt;Let's see how far we've  come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it turned ten o'clock but I don't really know&lt;br /&gt;Then I  can't remember caring for an hour or so&lt;br /&gt;Started crying and I couldn't stop  myself&lt;br /&gt;I started running but there's no where to run to&lt;br /&gt;I sat down on the  street and took a look at myself&lt;br /&gt;Said where you going man you know the world  is headed for hell&lt;br /&gt;Say your goodbyes if you've got someone you can say  goodbye to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the world is burning to the ground&lt;br /&gt;Oh well I  guess we're gonna find out&lt;br /&gt;Let's see how far we've come&lt;br /&gt;Let's see how far  we've come&lt;br /&gt;Well I believe it all is coming to an end&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I guess  we're gonna pretend&lt;br /&gt;Let's see how far we've come&lt;br /&gt;Let's see how far we've  come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its gone gone baby its all gone&lt;br /&gt;There is no one on the corner and  there's no one at home&lt;br /&gt;It was cool cool, it was just all cool&lt;br /&gt;Now it's  over for me and it's over for you&lt;br /&gt;Well its gone gone baby its all  gone&lt;br /&gt;There is no one on the corner and there's no one at home&lt;br /&gt;Well it was  cool cool, it was just all cool&lt;br /&gt;Now it's over for me and it's over for  you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the world is burning to the ground&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I guess  we're gonna find out&lt;br /&gt;Let's see how far we've come&lt;br /&gt;Let's see how far we've  come&lt;br /&gt;Well I, believe, it all, is coming to an end&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I guess, we're  gonna pretend,&lt;br /&gt;Let's see how far we've come X9&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-6931747393074371852?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-2628323312437201363</id><published>2008-09-07T21:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T21:39:42.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got my new laptop a week ago, am happy with it.&lt;br /&gt;Got my paycheck yesterday, cleared all the debts (except mom's)..nothing left.&lt;br /&gt;Skipped work today, because I am sick.&lt;br /&gt;Have been sick for a few days but my manager wouldn't let me take a day off until I called in sick.&lt;br /&gt;Have been so busy with life that I feel a mixture of tiredness and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Feel that my life has never been so meaningful&lt;br /&gt;Being busy is the only way to keep me from saying 'I'm bored' and away from boredom&lt;br /&gt;Body combat is always awesome&lt;br /&gt;Miss Jason Ooi's zumba a lot; Deno's zumba class just doesn't turn me on&lt;br /&gt;I cannot not scream in body pump class because my legs always feel like burning&lt;br /&gt;Realized the importance of stepping up a notch in my studies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-2628323312437201363?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/2628323312437201363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=2628323312437201363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/2628323312437201363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/2628323312437201363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2008/09/got-my-new-laptop-week-ago-am-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-7476029738293133605</id><published>2008-09-05T00:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T00:45:08.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know how some people manage to make everything about themeselves and I don't know how they manage to make others feel bad about what they should feel bad about instead. Maybe I am one of them but I wouldn't know cause nobody will think bad of himself/herself unless he/she has some kind of psychological disorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still seriously think that it's so much better to be alone cause people means trouble and trouble means more trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH I just wanna say people who always walk away from problem before it is sorted out suck. It's not like you can solve the problem by walking away and leaving it rot forever. You're just lying to yourself, not willing to accept anything you don't wanna hear or see. You know I'm talking about you, you always do the same thing. You sensitive bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since when I LOST THE PRIVILEGE OF GETTING ANGRY FIRST?&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't got many friends to lose but it's okay to lose some more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-7476029738293133605?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/7476029738293133605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=7476029738293133605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/7476029738293133605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/7476029738293133605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-dont-know-how-some-people-manage-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-3735014296085094195</id><published>2008-08-31T02:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T02:36:44.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello I'm a girl</title><content type='html'>Hello strangers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know I look like a guy. Yes I know I look handsome in my black polo tee and my black G2000 slacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, there isn't a stick in between my legs. So can you freaking stop staring at my lower body?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-3735014296085094195?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/3735014296085094195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=3735014296085094195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/3735014296085094195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/3735014296085094195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2008/08/hello-im-girl.html' title='Hello I&apos;m a girl'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-2177108428377753051</id><published>2008-08-28T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T21:42:16.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY CGPA IS RUINED</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4t8aG1W6H4I/SLaqwjv0IbI/AAAAAAAAAJs/piPF50QOPHs/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4t8aG1W6H4I/SLaqwjv0IbI/AAAAAAAAAJs/piPF50QOPHs/s320/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239562967698383282" 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/6171949656982394929-2177108428377753051?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/2177108428377753051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=2177108428377753051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/2177108428377753051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/2177108428377753051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-cgpa-is-ruined.html' title='MY CGPA IS RUINED'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4t8aG1W6H4I/SLaqwjv0IbI/AAAAAAAAAJs/piPF50QOPHs/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-3880667264656667514</id><published>2008-08-28T19:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T20:07:06.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Slowly I understand the power of language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mockery is the last thing I need because I have 4 brothers who do the best mocking job in the world. I don't think I need any other mocking friends to make myself suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think I'm better off alone because talking is such an overrated thing. Whatever you say, it goes into people's hearts. Whatever they say, goes into your heart. Human beings should just go their own way, do only what they want 'cause this is the way of living.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-3880667264656667514?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/3880667264656667514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=3880667264656667514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/3880667264656667514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/3880667264656667514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2008/08/slowly-i-understand-power-of-language.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-6595308988972306208</id><published>2008-08-25T19:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T20:02:29.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Step 101</title><content type='html'>Hello and BYE to step 101.&lt;br /&gt;First and last time ever.&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for the hot instructor, there's no way I would have gone.&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye to Ayisha... the Latina Flava class was freaking sexy and awesome.&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I was in Hawaii.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-6595308988972306208?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/6595308988972306208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=6595308988972306208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/6595308988972306208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/6595308988972306208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2008/08/step-101.html' title='Step 101'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-3655824539609849982</id><published>2008-08-21T16:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T16:25:15.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The thing about Chinese is that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;When malay customers are served by chinese, they are happy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When chinese customers are served by chinese, they are indifferent&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When chinese customers are served by malays, they are unhappy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When chinese customers are served by westerners, they are ecstatic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When malay customers are served by malays, they speak Malay&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When malay customers are served by westerners, they panic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When western customers are served by chinese, it depends on their preferences&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When western customers are served by malays, it depends on their preferences too (but I boldly presume they prefer chinese to malay)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-3655824539609849982?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/3655824539609849982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=3655824539609849982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/3655824539609849982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/3655824539609849982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2008/08/thing-about-chinese-is-that-when-malay.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-8904871161873941881</id><published>2008-08-21T16:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T16:19:22.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I would like to</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;have a make-up artist friend to tell me my right make up because I feel the need to start learning to apply make up already&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have a caucasian friend as my eye candy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;do zumba fitness everyday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get my laptop back!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go to a nice movie with some friends &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;talk until I cannot talk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;read comic until I fall asleep &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shave off a layer of fat around my belly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eat without gaining any weight&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fire the malay worker who keeps telling me what to do, who forgets that she's no better than I am, who isn't liked by the boss&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-8904871161873941881?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/8904871161873941881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=8904871161873941881&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/8904871161873941881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/8904871161873941881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-would-like-to.html' title='I would like to'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-1180814655375392658</id><published>2008-08-19T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T23:45:58.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>-Am working at Waffle World .. the pay is Rm5 an hour&lt;br /&gt;-the owner of the store is very scary, wouldn't wanna piss her off&lt;br /&gt;-Abir, Alethea and Yee Wern came by to visit me at work today. One of them even spanked my butt twice. They actually came to make my life miserable, trying to get me fired by saying "oh the hot dog is LONG, BIG! SO LONG, SO BIG!"&lt;br /&gt;-Michael Phelps has got a really hot body..just wish he was better looking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-1180814655375392658?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/1180814655375392658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=1180814655375392658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/1180814655375392658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/1180814655375392658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2008/08/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-122774784637559877</id><published>2008-08-19T00:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T00:51:39.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>american kids are mature</title><content type='html'>Robert says:&lt;br /&gt;i am katie&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;who is katie haha&lt;br /&gt;Robert says:&lt;br /&gt;who are you&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;erm... someone in the lu family?&lt;br /&gt;Robert says:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;i mean I am from the lu family&lt;br /&gt;Robert says:&lt;br /&gt;are you from sibu?&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;yes yes&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;my dad was his dad's younger brother&lt;br /&gt;Robert says:&lt;br /&gt;i like you name angela&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;thanks! i like my name too&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;my parents almost named me monica&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;so u're his wife or sth?&lt;br /&gt;Robert says:&lt;br /&gt;do you like my name katie lu?&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;katie is a cute name haha&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;i haven't got any friend named katie so far&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;who are u?&lt;br /&gt;Robert says:&lt;br /&gt;i am robert lu child&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;i see&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;oldest or youngest?&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure how many kids he has haha&lt;br /&gt;Robert says:&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;oh so which one are u&lt;br /&gt;Robert says:&lt;br /&gt;i am 7&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;wah&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;really?&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;impressive&lt;br /&gt;Robert says:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm 20 haha&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;so u have an elder sister&lt;br /&gt;Robert says:&lt;br /&gt;my sister is 13&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;i think we used to call her ocean&lt;br /&gt;Robert says:&lt;br /&gt;her name is ocean&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;i saw her once when she was small and i was young&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;u weren't born yet that time haha&lt;br /&gt;Robert says:&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;Robert says:&lt;br /&gt;i am in usa have you been there?&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;i'll be going there next year&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;for studies&lt;br /&gt;Robert says:&lt;br /&gt;where in usa&lt;br /&gt;Robert says:&lt;br /&gt;i am in mo&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;hmm... not too sure yet...depends which university i go to&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;probably indiana or nebraska&lt;br /&gt;Robert says:&lt;br /&gt;good luck i hope to see you next year&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;haha not too sure about that&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go to california or new york&lt;br /&gt;Robert says:&lt;br /&gt;where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;so why are using ur dad's account?&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;stuck in KL&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;doing my american degree transfer program&lt;br /&gt;Robert says:&lt;br /&gt;i am sharing my dad laptop i dont have my own laptop my sister has her own&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;whoa... i only got one when i was 18&lt;br /&gt;Robert says:&lt;br /&gt;oh ok&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah guess things are different in the states&lt;br /&gt;Robert says:&lt;br /&gt;do you want to come to missouri to study?&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;haha i don't think so&lt;br /&gt;Robert says:&lt;br /&gt;i go to wanda gray&lt;br /&gt;Robert says:&lt;br /&gt;school&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;it's a school?&lt;br /&gt;Robert says:&lt;br /&gt;next year i am going to second grade&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;good...&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;have u ever been to malaysia?&lt;br /&gt;Robert says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah this summer&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;like it?&lt;br /&gt;Robert says:&lt;br /&gt;few months agao&lt;br /&gt;Robert says:&lt;br /&gt;too hot&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah that's malaysia haha&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;we have only summer u know&lt;br /&gt;Robert says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;Robert says:&lt;br /&gt;yes i know&lt;br /&gt;Robert says:&lt;br /&gt;at least we got realy cool  ac&lt;br /&gt;Robert says:&lt;br /&gt;did you watch the olympics?&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah i did&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;i watched the badminton finals&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm more into tennis actually...&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;wish i could go to the US open one day haha&lt;br /&gt;Robert says:&lt;br /&gt;you should have saw the gymnastic that was good&lt;br /&gt;Robert says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;oh i watched a lil bit of it&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;i know china won&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;i saw the highlights&lt;br /&gt;Robert says:&lt;br /&gt;individual us won&lt;br /&gt;Robert says:&lt;br /&gt;i meanUS&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;i know haha&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;are u sure u're 7? u dun sound like 7 at all&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;or is it that american kids are way more mature than malaysian kids?&lt;br /&gt;Robert says:&lt;br /&gt;DID YOU WATCH THE SWIMMNG?&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;I DID&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL PHELPS WON&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;i was so happy lol&lt;br /&gt;Robert says:&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;eighth gold medal....that's so impressive&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;he broke the record&lt;br /&gt;Robert says:&lt;br /&gt;I AM 7&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;7 year old malaysian kids don't talk like that&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;they'll be too busy watching cartoons&lt;br /&gt;Robert says:&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT M.&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;i know&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;just pointing out the difference&lt;br /&gt;Robert says:&lt;br /&gt;OK&lt;br /&gt;Robert says:&lt;br /&gt;DON'T YOU NEED TO GO TO SLEEP?&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;i do haha&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;but i'm here chatting with u, ain't I&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;what time is it over there?&lt;br /&gt;Robert says:&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS NICE TALKING TO YOU IT IS ALMOST NOON HERE&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah its nice talking to u too &lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;it's almost 1 am here&lt;br /&gt;Robert says:&lt;br /&gt;talk to you again bye bye&lt;br /&gt;Angela 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mature'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-7652182999097821356</id><published>2008-08-17T03:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T03:02:53.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We dream</title><content type='html'>Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;the politics will be based on sparta's&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;walao eh&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;nvm we'll build one very small one&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;borrow land from china&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;spartan politics? so cruel&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;nvm&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;no need&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;sarawak got a lot of free lands&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;we put all money into military investments&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;okay also&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;we borrow some from the ibans&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;then um&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;when we got enough power&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;they'll sell them to us at a very cheap price&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;we attack whole borneo&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;haha attack?&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;don't bother&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;then ummm we got more land and money and resources&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;then attack west msia&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;if can attack whole asian countries&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;we are not going to use violent techniques&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;soon we expand to india&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;we swallow them &lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;east europe&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;wahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;okah&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;okay&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;how&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;im not good in that&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;no we start from a small place first&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;need lawyers or not&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;that small place will be our country&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;with very high speed broadband&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;whats our economy?&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;HOTSPOT&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;hmm liberal!&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;OH YAY&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm liberal on both econ and social issues&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;yes we need lawyers&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;we'll call ym and connie back&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;okay&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;all unite&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;and we'll open a 'white' place for whites&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;we need to introduce many departments&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;yes yes&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;or divisions&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;wah&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm good in politics now&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;u'll be the head of internal and external affairs&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;whaahha&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;we need to move some renowned universities to my our country&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;we need a president!&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;hah uni hard leh&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;elect daniel as president&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;no uni, no students! no foreigners!&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;its gonna be a democratic country&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;we'll just build one uni enough already&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;and i'll set a congress&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;coz our land is too small&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;ok ok we start a new uni&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;wow whats that&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;shit i dont know politics&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;and we make sure it gets into the world's top 10 uni&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;its american politics haha&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;i wanna buy professors from harvard  cambridge mit oxford yale princeton&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;wahahah&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;in US, its democratic&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;in UK, its parliamentary&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;it will win over harvard &lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;okay.... t&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;politics&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;i hope i wont have to study in nus&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;we don't buy... we seduce them to our country&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;ok but use what&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;cause its gonna be a country with onl smart ppl&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;as seduction&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;wait since we have limited modals&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;do we need pretty gals&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;we need steal new techs from other countries&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;WE DO&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;so that our generations will all be handsome and pretty&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;NO PRETTY GIRLS, WHO WANS TO LIVE IN OUR COUNTRY?&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;walao&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;we need all the good genes&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;bring the most leng ang mo&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;most beautiful prc&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;korean&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;and most leng japanese&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;jap&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;bring all&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;and i'll start research on genes&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;ll i might need ur skinny genes&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;wah ok u'll be head of bioresearch too&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;to produce our skinny citizens&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;take some&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;lol i need some also&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;wah nice la our country&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;we remove the fat cells from fat ppl and put in skinny genes to help them lose weiht&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;whats our country name!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;in doing so, they'll come to our country&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;oh i don't care mind the name&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;lets give us 5 to 10 years to build up the country&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;so young!&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;after that i wanna aim for olympic&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;start building now or what&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;we must get the most golds and medals&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;hiak hiak&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;we must have an olympic in our country&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;we must produce nobel prize winners&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH MOST GOLDS AND MEDALS CANNOT LAH HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;can la&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;oh wait&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;spartan politics&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;since our country is gonna be a beautiful country&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;every baby must lift at least 1kg weight&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;all the citizens will be qualified enough to join beauty contest&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;then as age increases&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;increase weight&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;like miss world, miss universe, mr.perfect&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;at 10 years old, all youngsters must master 10 sports&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;our citizens will win all the contests &lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;must win miss world&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;lol ll u'll be the first to fail in that&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;nvm&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;we're leaders&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;and we are gonna build the largest gym in the world&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;cannot be example&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;we offer free access to all our citizens&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;to encourage them to keep fit, healthy and exercise&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;since we dont have enough land, ur gym must be 1000 storeys&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;every building in our country must be high enough to save land space&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;wah&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;1000 storeys? too high&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;when the planes fly by, will run into our buildings&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;oh and we'll build the highest building in the world&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;make sure u save this conversation haha&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;this is our city plan&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;i think we cannot use planes&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;in order to be hi-tech&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;hmm use jet?&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;we must invest a lot in hi-tech stuffs&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;like teleportation&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;everyone is entitled to a free private jet haha&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;instant travel&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;and cannot let the tech leak to other country&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;teleportation is good&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;we are an environmental friendly country&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;we don't use fossil fuels &lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;we don't create pollutions&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;oh what s the penalty for drug buying and distributing?&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;okay&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;good&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;yes yes and i'll hire some of my friends to do researches in nanotech&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;cannot&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;hmm nobody is allowed to sell drugs except for us&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;nanotech exists in some country already&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;we'll organize a drug party once a week&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;we must go for smaller one, picotech&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;for our citizens to chill and get stoned&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA WALAO&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;too much pressure will kill them&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;we'll offer them free weeds&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;what about abortion law?&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;but not too much&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;is it allowed&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;yes yes allowed&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;but u must go for an interview&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;telling us the reason for the abortion&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;if fail then must become mother&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;if we dun like ur reaosn, we deny ur right to abortion&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;good&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;we'll need a lot of good judges&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;hmm&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;oh&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;we will have a supreme court&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;both of us will appoint the justices&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;we need to invite more ppl into this country&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;i mean invite from frens&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;hmmm&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;we need their expertise&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;see what position they can take&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;sabrina are going to be a doctor&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;we need her for the healthcare system&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;ym fan zheng be lawyer&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;sharon is counselling&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;king hung and kevin are gonna be pharmacists&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;oh sharon...&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;hmmm&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;well i'm gonna appoint sharon as our diplomatic advisor&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;andrew should become a cleaner&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;since she's good in psychology and stuff&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;okay good idea!&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;ANDREW EH IS UGLY&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;HE'S FORBIDDEN IN OUR COUNTRY&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;ACCESS DENIED&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL LOL!!!!1&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;its okay... since we went to the same school&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;do we need prisons?&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;we'll offer him the service of our best plastic surgeon&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;but he needs to pay&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;we're not giving him any free service&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;prisons...&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;oh yah we need anime&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;so anime is not banned&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;i don't like to torture ppl physically&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;of course its not!&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;anime dl is not banned&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;mp3 also&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;downloading is not good&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;then how&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;i mean for a higher efficacy&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;we should share&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;we'll open a library&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;HAAH&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;with various departments&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;say anime department&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;WAH SO NICE&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;where we provide free animes&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;ebook department&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;yes yes&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;movie department&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;cause we are environmental friendly&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;is porno allowed?&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;porno department&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;kakakaa&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;we try to use as few papers as possible&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;and we will import ikea furniture designers to our country&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;ask them to design furniture for our country&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;they will also be our citizens&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;our country is a dream country&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;of course of course...&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;oh yah&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;the library is going to be very big&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;must set up a Human relationship department&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;help ppl to find bf/gf&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;u mean Cupid department?&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;so u can go for it&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;human relationship sounds so pathetic&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;Cupid then&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;it sounds very cute&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;yes yes we need a cupid department&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;wah nice for u&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;u can have a bf then&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;and we need the best matchmakers&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;-__-&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;must wait till we setup the department only u can find a bf&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;i'll be too busy running our country ok&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;i won't have time for a relationship&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;dont worry&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;i dont need that department&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;since 24 hours is not enough&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;i'll just go to the 'white' area to fish some guys&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;we will make a timehouse&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;where the time is moving slower inside&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;aiyo no matter how smart we are we cannot bend time&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;so instead of 24 hours, u get 100 hours inside&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;can can&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;can make time goes slower&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;cannot.. if we have that ability, everyone in our country will commit crime&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;we must be fair&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;u watch dragon ball too mah&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;we get only what everyone else gets&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;hah&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;okay lor&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;banish the idea&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;ok lo if u insist&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;we ask hiro to come n help us&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;that jap guy?&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;oi u saving this conversation?&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;yeap&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;he can travel in time&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;u got save?&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;and bend the space of the time&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;oh yah&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;this is not my laptop&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;do we need police&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;oh we do&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;we still do&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;make robot polices&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;they're more efficient&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;though i am not sure what they'll be doing&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;robot police are stupid&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;ok la&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;what&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;we'll make smart ones&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;we install good chips&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;yesh&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;we'll make smart robot police&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;we dun need police,  WE NEED TERMINATORS&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;is lying allowed?&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;i mean cheating&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;walao terminators are too violent&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;lying is allowed of course&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;later all citizens kena killed&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;what's cheating?&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;we can program the terminators to be soft when necessary&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;crimes are not allowed in our country&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;richard is the head of department of cheating&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;lying&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;cause everyone will be rich, pretty, skinny and stuff&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;department of lying&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;wahahaa&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;we dun need that department!&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;its of no use&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;department of lying is important!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;we need to expand our lands&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;richard will conduct lying lessons&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;so that every citizen of us will go out to get more free lands for us&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;need to teach our citizens how to take advantage of other countries' citizens&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;thats how we're gonna expand our country&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;yes yes&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;very good&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;so we'll need richard&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;once we conquer the whole world&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;hiak hiak&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;cannot eh&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;it's all ours!&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;why&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;once we conquer the whole word, there's no one to lie to anymore&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;okay..&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;we cannot lie to one another&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;we're start exploring other planets&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;galaxies&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;but that's too far from our target now&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;lets just focus on earth&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;citizens are entitled to their privileges and rights&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;u are gonna invent a teleporter&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;and teleport all of us to the moon&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;oky&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;wah nice&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;oh oh i know&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;we can open a vacation department&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;wah that's super nice&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;must have that&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;and and&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;we'll teleport to the moon for vacation&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;wahahahah&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;cause we wouldn't wanna go to the same boring places everybody else in this planet goes to&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;need to pay how much&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;eleh&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;mars for spa&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;u are inventing the teleporter&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;mars got no oxygen&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;will die&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;not enough O2&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;dont worry we'll build a temp building there&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;we invade this planet first&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;providing all sorts of equipments&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;okay&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;only then we move to the next one&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;hey lets say somebody is monitoring our conversation now&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;hmm or we make a 'sports planet'&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;i think he/she would go insane&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;when we feel like exercising, we teleport to that planet&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;and that's where we're gonna hold our olympics&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaahahha&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;ohh my goodness&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;we've come this far!!!!1&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;one planet is big enough for olympic!&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;okay&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;our olympic is gonna be a grand one&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;1% completed&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;i wanna shake hands with roger federer&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;our country is 1% completed&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;i wan him to be my neighbour hahha&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;we shall have more meetings&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;we'll call ian,sharon,daniel,ym,richard,kevin next time&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;yes yes hahha&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;ask them give ideas&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;i hope they'll have the same views as ours&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;nice country&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;its a dream country lol&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;free acces to gym, anime, books, movies, music&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;haha they'll come up with all sorts of funny departments&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;and i'm serious about our country!&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;ok we also need a sex department&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;WTF&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;to teach ppl how to have sex&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;that's so nice&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;how to conceive a chil&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;and and&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;need to ban prostitutes?&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;to increase our population, we need to do that&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;okay&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;hmm there won't be prostitutes&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;since we have a cupid department&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;good&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;go to the sex department if u wan free sex&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;we arrange ppl to meet up for one night stands&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;if u dun, its cool&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;we should encourage sex between couples&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;yes yes&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;i'll order sab to work on that&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;okay this country is perfect now&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;WHAT&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;sab in sex department!??!&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;can she handle it!&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;if u're sexually dysfunctional, ask sab to inject some sex hormones into ur body&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;she's not too open-minded for that&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;no she won't be working in the sex department&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;i'll check on the department from time to time&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;sabrina will be in medical department&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;ok where do we put debra?&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;debra&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;cant think of any atm&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaa&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;dunno what industrial engineers do&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;who's gona design our city&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;i'll appoint stanley ting as our PR&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;since he's so great at choi soi&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;OH YAH STANLEY&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;he will make a good promoter for our country&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;YA pr is perfect for stan&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;waahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;and we can organize a choi soi competition occasionally&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;oh wait.... i wan to have a model department&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;we hire top models to give model lessons to our citizens who have great potential&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;to help them become supermodels in the world&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;that will get us free publicity&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;wahahahha&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;we need someone to lead that department&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;u'll lead it&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;hmm....&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;no i cannot haha&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;i'll let ym handle it&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;oh wait what is dine gonna do&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;we're going too far lol&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;OH ANOTHER THING&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;FOOD!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;food?&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;hmmm&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;is george gonna be in our country?&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;we need GOOD FOOD&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;i dont think so&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;daniel wont let him in&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;we dun need farmers&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;we need robot&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;we must produce good food&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;that's so nice that&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;we eat organic food!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;u can eat so many bowls but u wont get fat&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;its ok dun worry&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;ya must taste nice de&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;every citizen will be given the skinny genes&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;nice&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;we'll have food from all over th countey&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;skinny country&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;Okay&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;lets call it a day&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;we've contributed a lot to our country&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;i was gonna say that&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;wait till there're more ppl, we come up with a name&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;ye&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;it's time to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;we are not gonna plant or grow anything&lt;br /&gt;Akuma says:&lt;br /&gt;tmrw shall be a nice day&lt;br /&gt;Angela says:&lt;br /&gt;we will make other countries send food to us&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-7652182999097821356?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/7652182999097821356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=7652182999097821356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/7652182999097821356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/7652182999097821356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-dream.html' title='We dream'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-1171187720689739016</id><published>2008-08-12T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T15:53:40.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is no news but the lead singer of Maroon 5 is damn hot!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still dying to watch THE EDGE OF LOVE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-1171187720689739016?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/1171187720689739016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=1171187720689739016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/1171187720689739016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/1171187720689739016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-is-no-news-but-lead-singer-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-5150779861916944878</id><published>2008-08-11T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T14:08:41.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to watch The Edge of Love and The Duchess!!&lt;br /&gt;Damn it. Why do I live in Malaysia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-5150779861916944878?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/5150779861916944878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=5150779861916944878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/5150779861916944878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/5150779861916944878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-want-to-watch-edge-of-love-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-301716417586769402</id><published>2008-08-03T22:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T22:33:13.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Ashley,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I don't know you, although I don't know how you looked like, I want to tell you that you kept a really beautiful journal. Thank you for sharing your story with us. You are famous now :D We are really proud of you and we won't forget your roommate was a fruitcake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-301716417586769402?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/301716417586769402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=301716417586769402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/301716417586769402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/301716417586769402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2008/08/dear-ashley-although-i-dont-know-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-8458187426743319658</id><published>2008-07-31T16:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T16:11:29.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I should stop asking my friends to come by anymore.&lt;br /&gt;They come and they go.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have many friends yet they are leaving one by one.&lt;br /&gt;Some have already left, some are leaving soon.&lt;br /&gt;Debra is in HK, Ee Gee is in Australia, Abir, Kevin and Connie are going to UK, Dine is going to US...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-8458187426743319658?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/8458187426743319658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=8458187426743319658&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/8458187426743319658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/8458187426743319658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-should-stop-asking-my-friends-to-come.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-1931713686576608876</id><published>2008-07-30T16:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T16:41:42.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>komputer saya rosak. sekarang 'dia' sedang dibaiki. kena bayar banyak duit untuk memperbaikinya.&lt;br /&gt;hari hari saya kena makan roti dengan kaya. Hari hari makan kaya tapi tidak jadi kaya pun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-1931713686576608876?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/1931713686576608876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=1931713686576608876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/1931713686576608876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/1931713686576608876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2008/07/komputer-saya-rosak.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-3881814827399897532</id><published>2008-07-27T06:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T07:04:34.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't sleep... so I tag</title><content type='html'>7 Facts About Me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am a movie buff.&lt;br /&gt;2. I like twisted stories.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm  type A&lt;br /&gt;4. Absolutely LOVE ONIONS&lt;br /&gt;5. Always complain I'm broke&lt;br /&gt;6. Always complain I'm fat&lt;br /&gt;7. Would like to have a caucasian boyfriend very much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Things That Scares Me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ROACHES&lt;br /&gt;2. Having people think I am stupid&lt;br /&gt;3. Being FAT&lt;br /&gt;4. Being left on an isolated island with no internet and computer access&lt;br /&gt;5. Being looked down on&lt;br /&gt;6. Having no friends&lt;br /&gt;7. Getting more and more ugly each day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Songs Playing In My Head Lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 卢广仲 - 我爱你&lt;br /&gt;2. 五月天- 拥抱&lt;br /&gt;3. Voodoo Child&lt;br /&gt;4. Enrique - Push&lt;br /&gt;5. The Noisettes - Scratch your name&lt;br /&gt;6. The Noisettes - Cannot Even&lt;br /&gt;7. Sara Bareilles - Vegas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Valuable Things/People In My Life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. COMPUTER&lt;br /&gt;2. INTERNET&lt;br /&gt;3. MOVIES&lt;br /&gt;4. MY BRAIN&lt;br /&gt;5. MY MOTHER&lt;br /&gt;6. MY FUTURE PARTNER&lt;br /&gt;7. A HOT body which I'll get in 5 or 10 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 "First Time" In My Life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Got straight A's (2005 SPM)&lt;br /&gt;2. Watched 11 movies in a month (2007)&lt;br /&gt;3. Conversed in English (2006)&lt;br /&gt;4. Real presentation (2008)&lt;br /&gt;5. Won a medal in taekwondo (2004)&lt;br /&gt;6. Had a crush (when I was in primary 4)&lt;br /&gt;7. Had sushi tie with my mom :&gt; (2004)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Words Or Things That I Am Used To Saying/Doing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. OH MY GOD&lt;br /&gt;2. I AM FAT&lt;br /&gt;3. I NEED TO GO ON A DIET&lt;br /&gt;4. I MUST GO TO GYM TOMORROW&lt;br /&gt;5. WHAT THE HECK&lt;br /&gt;6. I AM BROKE&lt;br /&gt;7. LET'S GO SEE A MOVIE TOMORROW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 People I Tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag No 1 2 3 4 5 6 7&lt;br /&gt;Okay done&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-3881814827399897532?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/3881814827399897532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=3881814827399897532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/3881814827399897532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/3881814827399897532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2008/07/cant-sleep-so-i-tag.html' title='Can&apos;t sleep... so I tag'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-5900633341958946724</id><published>2008-07-27T03:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T06:45:18.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate to hang out with people who are selfish but think they are selfless&lt;br /&gt;Yes there are billions of people in this world but there are less than 10 that click with me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-5900633341958946724?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/5900633341958946724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=5900633341958946724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/5900633341958946724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/5900633341958946724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-hate-hang-out-with-people-who-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-2581229761869077693</id><published>2008-07-23T19:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T19:16:09.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once in a while, I would like to tear away from studies.&lt;br /&gt;Once in a while, I'll think how great it would be to be involved in film industry.&lt;br /&gt;Once in a while, I'll think life is just a dream and what I dream is the reality.&lt;br /&gt;Once in a while, I would like to be someone else rather than myself.&lt;br /&gt;Once in a while, I wish I could be Type B instead of Type A as my psychology teacher says Type A people suffer a higher risk of heart disease and constantly expose themselves to a substantial amount of stress.&lt;br /&gt;Once in a while, I would like to be a man and beat up guys that I don't like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-2581229761869077693?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/2581229761869077693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=2581229761869077693&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/2581229761869077693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/2581229761869077693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2008/07/once-in-while-i-would-like-to-tear-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-3984478973982085197</id><published>2008-07-21T17:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T18:08:14.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom, stop it!</title><content type='html'>What would you do if you have a mother who constantly talks about going to die everytime you guys quarell?&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you have a mother who hears more than what is really said?&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you have a mother who is both mentally and physically weak? Who is so dependent on her children. Who is securely attached to her children.&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you have a mother who is over-sensitive about everything you say?&lt;br /&gt;What would you do when you have a mother who is the total opposite of what you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so wanna exercise right now but I forgot my pants. FUCK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-3984478973982085197?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/3984478973982085197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=3984478973982085197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/3984478973982085197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/3984478973982085197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2008/07/mom-stop-it.html' title='Mom, stop it!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-1984866831766669408</id><published>2008-07-17T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T22:33:11.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>让我发泄一下</title><content type='html'>如果文字可以表达内心所有的感觉，那它也只是一篇文章。&lt;br /&gt;如果文字可以列出世上种种的爱情，那它也只是一张名单。&lt;br /&gt;如果没有‘如果’这个字眼，人是不是就会少了一点幻想空间？&lt;br /&gt;如果人每时每刻都清楚自己想要的是什么，那人也只是一种机器。&lt;br /&gt;如果这个世界没有色彩，我想我会很习惯孤独。&lt;br /&gt;朋友是奢侈或是宝藏，取决于你自己的想法。&lt;br /&gt;我们可以很疯狂，我们可以很理智；我们可以很吵闹，我们可以很安静；我们可以很真实，也可以很虚伪；我们可以很坚强，也可以很脆弱。&lt;br /&gt;如果你可以很坦白，为何要扭捏做作？如果你可以很坚强，为何要装脆弱？&lt;br /&gt;复杂的人生才是人过的。只有动物过着千片一律，枯燥乏味的生活。&lt;br /&gt;实面，假面也都只是一个表面。脱下那个华丽还是沉闷的衣裳，就什么也不是。&lt;br /&gt;如果你得知了我脑海里无边界的疯狂想象，我想你也只会说我一句“疯子”。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-1984866831766669408?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/1984866831766669408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=1984866831766669408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/1984866831766669408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/1984866831766669408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='让我发泄一下'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-1938455400888173870</id><published>2008-07-17T21:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T21:22:37.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ee gee, my friend!</title><content type='html'>Thank you so much for willing to stay at my filthy place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had so much fun shopping and talking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I've grown used to gossiping with you every night before I go to bed even though you've only been here one night! I've grown used to answering you stupid questions and your 'what if' imaginations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every minute I spent with you was fun and well spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am missing you already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do take care! Have a safe trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see you soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-1938455400888173870?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/1938455400888173870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=1938455400888173870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/1938455400888173870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/1938455400888173870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2008/07/ee-gee-my-friend.html' title='Ee gee, my friend!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-8990972969402260192</id><published>2008-07-16T14:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T14:35:57.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How true is that?</title><content type='html'>You are&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; generous&lt;/span&gt; with people in need, sometimes to an extreme that people find you nosey. Your hidden &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;courage&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dedication&lt;/span&gt; often &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; others. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your imagination is extremely unique.&lt;/span&gt; Your Love, Your love life is on the smooth track because it grows from&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; friendship&lt;/span&gt;. Although you may &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; make a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sweet lover &lt;/span&gt;but your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sincerity&lt;/span&gt; bring &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happiness&lt;/span&gt; to your couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highlighted those words myself. Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-8990972969402260192?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/8990972969402260192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=8990972969402260192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/8990972969402260192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/8990972969402260192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-true-is-that.html' title='How true is that?'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-5247879354596132798</id><published>2008-07-13T17:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T17:26:48.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got tagged again by Miss Daphne because others never bother to tag me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag Number 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;-list 8 random facts about yourself and tag 8 people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. I had a very short haircut recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;2. I'll think I am hot when I lose all my excess fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;3. I like twisted, dark stories so very much that I let them warp my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;4. I am a heavy downloader and sometimes a pirate distributor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;5. I get pretty insane when I'm alone. I don't show others my Mr.Hyde side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;6. Some cats have been lusting after one another and that disturbs me a lot. Oh I can hear them screaming out of desires. DAMN IT, STOP IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;7. I am enjoying wearing singlets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;8. I also enjoy being braless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag Number 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;First Name&lt;br /&gt;-Angela&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;Name you wish you had&lt;br /&gt;- Myriads of name I wish I could have had. Victoria so that I can go by 'Tori', Rachel....... but Angela suits me fine. I make a good Angela!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people normally mistake your name&lt;br /&gt;-No. How hard is it to pronounce AN-GE-LA? Some people do mispronounce it as AN-JI-LA though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;Birthday&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;- 6th of July!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;Birthplace&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;- Sibu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;Time of Birth&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;- Probably 4 o'clock in the morning if my mom's memory served her right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents together or divorced&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;- This is a tough question. I suppose they are neither married nor divorced.&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;Opposite Gender.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color eyes&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;- Give me sexy blue eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color hair&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;-Brunette!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shy or  Outgoing&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;- Outgoing most of the time; shy only when I want him to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks or personality&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;- oh come on! they complement each other. Can't live without either one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy or Cute&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;-sexy please. I resent 'cute'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Older  or Younger than you&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;- Much older&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A turn on&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;-When he looks me in the eyes with his candid blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;-Fixing my car for me with his shapely arms (Oh wait, I don't have a car!)&lt;br /&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;This Or That.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers or Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;- Chocolates. Sound sexier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke&lt;br /&gt;- Diet coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;Rap or Rock&lt;br /&gt;- Rap and then Rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;Relationship or One night stand&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;- Er..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School or Work&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;- Work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love or Money&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;- Both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies or  musics&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;- MOVIES with fantastic musics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Country or City&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;- City&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny or Rainy day&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;- I'm a shiny sunny sporty girl. I want the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;Friends or Family&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;- Er.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever lied&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;- only to my family :&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Stole something&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;- Yes :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoked&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;- tried once when i was 5 years old. Stupid brother. Hate smokers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurt someone close to you&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;-Only my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;Broke someones heart&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;- Oh yeah I WISH I COULD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had you heart broken&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;- same answer. I WISH I COULD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondered what was wrong with you&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;- All the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;Wish you were a prince/princess&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;- I'd rather be a queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liked someone&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="left"&gt;- I think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liked someone who was taken&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;- Yes. I like things belong to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaved your head&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;- Not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in love&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;- Teach me how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used chopsticks&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;- OF COURSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang in the mirror to yourself&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;- ooh, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flower&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;- Only roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;- Sexy ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scent&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;- natural&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;Color/s&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;- Blue, black, white, red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;Movie&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;- I won't tell ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;Singer&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;- Not particularly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;Word&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;- Can't think of one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To save my friends from the tagging hassle, I decided to remove the last part of the tag so that I wouldn't have to tag any of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171949656982394929-5247879354596132798?l=angelu88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/feeds/5247879354596132798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171949656982394929&amp;postID=5247879354596132798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/5247879354596132798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171949656982394929/posts/default/5247879354596132798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelu88.blogspot.com/2008/07/got-tagged-again-by-miss-daphne-because.html' title='Got tagged again by Miss Daphne because others never bother to tag me'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029621431181799879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171949656982394929.post-3224177811839883046</id><published>2008-07-13T16:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T17:03:45.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sincere, BELATED thank you post</title><content type='html'>I know it's been a week since my 20th birthday. I know it might be a little too late to finally be writing this 'thank you' post that you all MIGHT be expecting  from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My roommate who actually sent me to a birthday greeting message 1 hour BEFORE my birthday because she couldn't hold herself up past 12 o'clock.&lt;br /&gt;-My new classmates, Shi Xian and Yeong Her (She even sent me a birthday email!) for remembering my birthday although we've only known for a few months.&lt;br /&gt;-My dear old friends, Ming Jing, Dine, Sharon, Connie, Grace, Sabrina, Daniel(I'm sorry if I left out your name... there're just too many of you)&lt;br /&gt;-My cutie friend Daphne who comes to check out my blog all the time&lt;br /&gt;-My KL wild friends, Yee Wern and Abir who treated me to the movie "Get Smart";whom I had my loudest laughter with in months; who wanted to get me a vibrator from a kinky shop named 'I Need House' for my birthday and got kindly rejected&lt;br /&gt;-My close male friends, Ian, Kevin and Lee Loong for the cash which seemed to me at the time the best birthday present ever&lt;br /&gt;-My net friend, Amy who was forced a birthday greeting (and a kiss?) by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what my best buddy, Ling Ee Gee was doing on my birthday. I imagined him to have given me a shrug in front of the computer screen while saying 'I know' when I reminded him my birthday on MSN. HELLO? ARE YOU REALLY MY BUDDY? YOU OWE ME A BIRTHDAY GREETING? 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