<?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-5866930619220353961</id><updated>2011-10-19T16:39:32.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscence</title><subtitle type='html'>Living it, keeping it ♥</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>272</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-6311940992800925182</id><published>2010-04-13T18:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T18:12:43.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enchantressinthedark is no more.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O hai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda Vi Britannia now blogs at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://missnichii.blogspot.com/"&gt;missnichii.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cause she figured that she has stuck with this blog for quite a long time and it's time for a restart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update your links, please :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthxbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5866930619220353961-6311940992800925182?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/6311940992800925182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2010/04/enchantressinthedark-is-no-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/6311940992800925182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/6311940992800925182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2010/04/enchantressinthedark-is-no-more.html' title='Enchantressinthedark is no more.'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-4519931881533611253</id><published>2010-02-14T00:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T15:36:41.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To: Chong William</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To the love of my life, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chong William&lt;/span&gt; ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;"&gt;OTHER READERS, kindly scroll down to the 3rd blog post that you're meant to read :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/S3bTbSTRVWI/AAAAAAAADZw/ghJPsIdEdjc/s1600-h/valentines_day_gift_ideals_online_coupons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 337px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/S3bTbSTRVWI/AAAAAAAADZw/ghJPsIdEdjc/s400/valentines_day_gift_ideals_online_coupons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437766065819047266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day, sweetheart. You have no idea how much I wish we were together with each other now. The calendar is cruel, choosing the most romantic day of the year to be on CNY as well, thus, being separated from each other. Heck, this is suppose to be our first V-day together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long happy 8 months, but it doesn't feel that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want more time with you, yet I don't have to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I have my whole life to spend together with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, who...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Treats me like the one most precious thing to you in the world.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Abandons all else at hand just to come to me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Won't hesitate a second more to see me when I'm in need of you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Answers my phone call/message in the middle of the night when you should be sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drives to my place to comfort me the moment you hear me cry on the phone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Puts up with all my selfish, whimsical, childish acts and demands in silence, yet never failing to fulfill them, or at least try to.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pampers me by paying for most of our meals and buying things that I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never gives up on me no matter what.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have changed yourself greatly for me with no complaints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Holds my hands and pull me close to keep me warm when I'm shivering cold.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always makes sure I go to sleep feeling nothing but happiness.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shows me the gentleman in you, and how much of a man you are.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Makes me feel safe by embracing me, holding my waist closely to your body.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never stops making your lame jokes to make me smile even though I always say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"lame ah, Chong William."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Answers my phone calls in a loving tone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Makes those kid-like expressions that make me say you look cute :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are willing to walk that torturous distance to get your car just to send me back to my dorm, even though it is not time for you to leave yet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Supports me in my weakest times and whisper sweet endearments &amp;amp; words of encouragements to me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spends days and nights together with me but still you're not sick of seeing me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Makes me feel empty when you're not around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keeps me close to you by wrapping an arm around my waist when we sleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Carries that heavenly smell of yours which elevates my senses and mood.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Takes good care of me when I'm sick and reminds me to drink water all the time to prevent me from getting dehydrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Made me become a mushy person!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loves me so passionately, so reassuringly and with everything you have in you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and more. It'll be a very long list, but these are just the highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to have everything of me, cause you're mine and there's no escaping now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*evil cackles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've basically written out the romance novel of my life, the one that I've been anticipating all along. I wish to be there for you, love you, care for you, caress you, and do all sorts of things I like to do to you :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day, dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/S4ocmfm7bMI/AAAAAAAADbs/t8wIN61qwEs/s400/IMG_9504.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/S3bS3DwqPPI/AAAAAAAADZo/hHlE-boSPXQ/s1600-h/Image0509.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I love youuuuu ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting down to the days when I can see you, and have you as mine again. So we can have a proper Valentine's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You have to understand, I don't usually do this but because you're so far away I just had to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5866930619220353961-4519931881533611253?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/4519931881533611253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-chong-william.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/4519931881533611253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/4519931881533611253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-chong-william.html' title='To: Chong William'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/S3bTbSTRVWI/AAAAAAAADZw/ghJPsIdEdjc/s72-c/valentines_day_gift_ideals_online_coupons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-1018035218316767372</id><published>2010-02-13T16:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T16:35:24.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>adskadjsad;fdsk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I HATE BEING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AWAY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It hurts so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5866930619220353961-1018035218316767372?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/1018035218316767372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2010/02/adskadjsadfdsk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/1018035218316767372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/1018035218316767372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2010/02/adskadjsadfdsk.html' title='adskadjsad;fdsk'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-6156969932027862325</id><published>2010-02-13T15:33:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T18:51:57.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The luxury of being home again.</title><content type='html'>God, I love the smell, the sight, the feel, and the atmosphere of home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consider being able to be home a luxury, as it's a blatant fact I spend more time of the year away at Penang, my shit hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw my relatives again today! Had a great time talking and teasing them. Something you ought to know about my family is that it is a ground for femdom. Haha! There's seriously more girls than guys in my family. Both sides of the family, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning and realized that mommy bought a lot of chrysanthemum flowers for CNY this year O.o like seriously, a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/S3ZX6ymJEqI/AAAAAAAADYI/fX3-8G15SAo/s1600-h/IMG_9378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/S3ZX6ymJEqI/AAAAAAAADYI/fX3-8G15SAo/s400/IMG_9378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437630267622232738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you're wondering why I did not notice last night when I reached, I arrived at 12.30am. Too dark (and too tired) to notice shit. Even though they're garish yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to flex my picture shooting skills on the chrysanthemum :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/S3ZX7Cfb2GI/AAAAAAAADYQ/nMVIDg8U06Q/s1600-h/IMG_9380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/S3ZX7Cfb2GI/AAAAAAAADYQ/nMVIDg8U06Q/s400/IMG_9380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437630271889070178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/S3ZX7QSbliI/AAAAAAAADYY/pN26_5DF_uQ/s1600-h/IMG_9381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/S3ZX7QSbliI/AAAAAAAADYY/pN26_5DF_uQ/s400/IMG_9381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437630275592623650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More flowers at the entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/S3ZX7ldEHOI/AAAAAAAADYg/4WHiQcxagVs/s1600-h/IMG_9382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/S3ZX7ldEHOI/AAAAAAAADYg/4WHiQcxagVs/s400/IMG_9382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437630281274367202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;That was when I took a good look at the pond... and saw what I saw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/S3ZYeWz3bEI/AAAAAAAADY4/3qBmSeZKNgY/s1600-h/IMG_9384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/S3ZYeWz3bEI/AAAAAAAADY4/3qBmSeZKNgY/s400/IMG_9384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437630878638894146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/S3ZYeEZwhxI/AAAAAAAADYw/SdX36TkKTHg/s1600-h/IMG_9383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/S3ZYeEZwhxI/AAAAAAAADYw/SdX36TkKTHg/s400/IMG_9383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437630873697552146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/S3ZYdyXAFWI/AAAAAAAADYo/vSsGIFwYa38/s1600-h/IMG_9379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/S3ZYdyXAFWI/AAAAAAAADYo/vSsGIFwYa38/s400/IMG_9379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437630868854150498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"OMG DAD there's tadpoles in the pond! Why?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Dad: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I bought them so they can eat up those fungus ruining the water lily."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But then later they'll turn into frogs!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Dad: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then let them turn into frogs &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want frogs jumping around our garden!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Dad:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aiya&lt;/span&gt; they will jump away &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one lah.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I hope Prince Naveen shows up or something. Hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/S3ZblgGzAnI/AAAAAAAADZg/u5VtTMDd0n8/s1600-h/Charming-even-as-a-frog-prince-naveen-9605148-418-400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 383px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/S3ZblgGzAnI/AAAAAAAADZg/u5VtTMDd0n8/s400/Charming-even-as-a-frog-prince-naveen-9605148-418-400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437634299928183410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Let's pucker." (pouts lips) Cuuuute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy be watching District 9 in the living room now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/S3ZYemjTSYI/AAAAAAAADZA/gvUq4GEvsBA/s1600-h/IMG_9385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/S3ZYemjTSYI/AAAAAAAADZA/gvUq4GEvsBA/s400/IMG_9385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437630882864384386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy busy setting up table for Audrey and mah lil cousins to play mahjong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm "buta mahjong", so here am I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lookie! More chrysanthemums on the dining table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/S3ZY_yvQtOI/AAAAAAAADZQ/uyfUdfakBus/s1600-h/IMG_9387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/S3ZY_yvQtOI/AAAAAAAADZQ/uyfUdfakBus/s400/IMG_9387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437631453071455458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this shirt while going shopping with Will earlier this week at Padini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the cuteness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/S3ZZAAviRdI/AAAAAAAADZY/bkWqqxxpub8/s1600-h/08-02-10_1943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/S3ZZAAviRdI/AAAAAAAADZY/bkWqqxxpub8/s400/08-02-10_1943.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437631456830703058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want it!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wishing you guys a very happy and prosperous Chinese New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Happy V-Day as well to those celebrating it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5866930619220353961-6156969932027862325?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/6156969932027862325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2010/02/luxury-of-being-home-again.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/6156969932027862325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/6156969932027862325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2010/02/luxury-of-being-home-again.html' title='The luxury of being home again.'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/S3ZX6ymJEqI/AAAAAAAADYI/fX3-8G15SAo/s72-c/IMG_9378.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-5449404266475504528</id><published>2010-02-08T16:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T17:00:29.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for V-Day &amp; CNY!</title><content type='html'>SO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got another new layout. I don't know what is my problem but I seriously think I change layouts more frequently than blogging. I'm so fickle-minded, I can't stick with one for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I love this cause it's something different. Simple, but with a classy design. Plus! It's reddish. My blog's totally fit for the CNY and V-Day mood now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I got another pair of heels from Sunway Carnival last Friday. Newspaper print heels are the fabness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/S2_MWcA2XnI/AAAAAAAADYA/-EmBk2leCz0/s1600-h/newspaper+print+heels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/S2_MWcA2XnI/AAAAAAAADYA/-EmBk2leCz0/s400/newspaper+print+heels.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435787961108422258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad nice okay!&lt;br /&gt;It's 89 freakin' bucks. With a measly 10% discount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I had no digi-cam or SLR to give these awesome heels justice, so I just had to photoshop it to enrich the colours, plus add some glow to make it look more fab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bwahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 reasons which prompted me to get it (despite my rantings about my financial restraints):-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had a nightmare the day before that these fabulous pair of heels WHICH I HAVE BEEN YEARNING FOR WEEKS were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sold out!&lt;/span&gt; How outrageous is that?? I woke up on the verge of tears. Yes, seriously.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got full marks for my Advertising paper! Woots! Was totally in seventh heaven and I had to reward myself HANDSOMELY for my effort.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Just when I told myself to NOT do anymore shopping, here comes Claire asking Rach and I to go shoe shopping with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Because her mom gave her 100 bucks and literally begged her to get a new pair of heels for Chinese New Year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! Aunty! Gimme 100 bucks too can?? I be your daughter's personal shopper, I'll guarantee you your daughter will invest in a good pair of heels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom be doing what Rach's mom be doing: paying me to stop buying shoes! Shamelessly quoted from Rach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 more days to home. Can't wait. It's been more than a month since I last saw my family :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, that particular time of the month has come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PMS. Pre-menstrual Syndrome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I purposely went to some websites to look for PMS symptoms for the fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From www.medicinenet.com:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are the symptoms of PMS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most frequent mood-related symptoms of PMS include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anger and irritability&lt;/span&gt; (sometimes, yes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anxiety&lt;/span&gt; (nope)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tension&lt;/span&gt; (nope)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;depression&lt;/span&gt; (HELL YES. I can be depressed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for nothing&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;out of nowhere&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crying&lt;/span&gt; (been doing it the entire weekend.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oversensitivity&lt;/span&gt; (*nods* I get really anal.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;exaggerated mood swings&lt;/span&gt; (*nods more*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most frequent physical signs and symptoms of PMS include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fatigue&lt;/span&gt; (YES. I only lie my head on the table and sleep during this time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bloating [due to fluid retention]&lt;/span&gt; (Eh? No don't think so.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;weight gain&lt;/span&gt; (nope)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;breast tenderness&lt;/span&gt; (Yeah... does feels a bit painful.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;acne&lt;/span&gt; (I have bad skin now. Enough said.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sleep disturbances with sleeping too much or too little.&lt;/span&gt; (Yeah. Haven't been able to sleep well on Thursday. Then on Friday night I slept like a dead animal from 1am to 1pm.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;appetite changes with overeating or food cravings.&lt;/span&gt; (*ticks*)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I love Will for putting up with me. He's definitely my man ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I could go home asap. That's all. :( No one I can relate my feelings to. No one knows how it's like being away from home for more than a month without seeing your family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5866930619220353961-5449404266475504528?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/5449404266475504528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2010/02/waiting-for-v-day-cny.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/5449404266475504528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/5449404266475504528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2010/02/waiting-for-v-day-cny.html' title='Waiting for V-Day &amp; CNY!'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/S2_MWcA2XnI/AAAAAAAADYA/-EmBk2leCz0/s72-c/newspaper+print+heels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-3285281683135127134</id><published>2010-01-28T22:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T22:55:35.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New layout: Sherlock Holmes</title><content type='html'>OMG I freakin' abandoned my blog again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All thanks to the short sem, life is more hectic than it already is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, mid-term is over, all we did was watch a film in class today, and class tomorrow is canceled! Heaven :D and not to mention I get to go over to Will's place this weekend again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's having a job interview tomorrow somewhere near Queensbay. My baby boy's all grown up ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll basically be lurking around in Qbay just so I won't be bored while waiting for his interview to be over. Am able to meet up with my banana sistah, Manda again! After... more than half a year :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New layout is up! Banner is of course, photoshopped by moi :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's having the Sherlock Holmes and Robert Downey Jr. fever! Especially after RDJ won Best Actor at this year's Golden Globes. He's just so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Awwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/S2Gk3_jHMXI/AAAAAAAADX4/-wL6HIAA3UQ/s1600-h/RDJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/S2Gk3_jHMXI/AAAAAAAADX4/-wL6HIAA3UQ/s400/RDJ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431803907443994994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Picture stolen from Rach's plurk ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Oh and the most miraculous thing finally happened: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommate and I spoke again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprising right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since she talked, I decided to ask her a few questions regarding her interests, cause living with her for almost one month, I realized she kinda listens to Japanese songs and watches anime like me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that awesome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought of my blog post about her... and I feel so bad about it. Was being really judgmental and all... plus the PMSing emotionally unstable thing... Cih, I have to agree, PMSing is a bitch. Made me a bitch too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how does Will cope with me every month when I PMS? :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I decided to delete whatever bad stuff I said about her and start off fresh with her. I actually apologized to her too, but it was kinda funny she had this blur look all the while cause she didn't know what I did. Well she said whatever it was, all is good. I'm glad she was able to forgive me and my rashness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yup. Taking this chance to patch my relationship with her as roommates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shared our interests in anime just now, and haha! She's on team Raito in Death Note!! Woohoo!! Another fellow Raito lover :) And she watches Higurashi :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kay, signing off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cupy is watching you bwahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/S2Gixw45AmI/AAAAAAAADXw/QS-plhyglJo/s1600-h/24-01-10_1356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/S2Gixw45AmI/AAAAAAAADXw/QS-plhyglJo/s400/24-01-10_1356.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431801601406337634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Will took this pic -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/S&lt;/span&gt; Those who think there'll be another update from me before CNY, say aye! :P&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/5866930619220353961-3285281683135127134?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/3285281683135127134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-layout-sherlock-holmes.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/3285281683135127134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/3285281683135127134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-layout-sherlock-holmes.html' title='New layout: Sherlock Holmes'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/S2Gk3_jHMXI/AAAAAAAADX4/-wL6HIAA3UQ/s72-c/RDJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-5581292375903722256</id><published>2010-01-07T14:55:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T22:19:16.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all William's fault!</title><content type='html'>That's why I haven't been blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's going to murder me if he reads this :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's partially his fault for being so distracting and partially my fault for being unable to resist him and MOSTLY it's the new semester's fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate short semesters!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes have been doubled in one week because instead of the usual 14 weeks, we have only 7 weeks in a short semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up for morning classes almost every day. Having afternoon classes subsequently almost everyday too. Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally went to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Avatar&lt;/span&gt; yesterday with William ♥, Rachel and Eric, Premiere Class :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mild spoilers&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/S0WNpJOE5AI/AAAAAAAADVw/WGNo1PVR6E4/s1600-h/avatar-movie-poster1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/S0WNpJOE5AI/AAAAAAAADVw/WGNo1PVR6E4/s400/avatar-movie-poster1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423897064226743298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well I guess without a doubt, it's the most epic movie of 2009. More epic than &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2012&lt;/span&gt; too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought it was a movie adaptation of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Avatar the Last Airbender&lt;/span&gt; or something -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Here's the reason why I don't really like watching sentimental/emotional parts of films with William.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span&gt;The praying scene for Grace to heal at the Tree of Souls and when the power fails to heal, the light of the tree starts to die out slowly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;William:&lt;/span&gt; What, didn't pay electricity bill so power failure ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; =________________= &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;The final scene where Neytiri embraces the human form of Jake Sully after the fight was over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jake Sully:&lt;/span&gt; I See You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Neytiri:&lt;/span&gt; I See You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;William:&lt;/span&gt; Intensive Care Unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; OMG Don't lame can or not Chong William?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was practically on the verge of shedding tears at that scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, however lame he gets, I still love him :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/S0WUBDYOZAI/AAAAAAAADV4/3lKUkto7Npk/s1600-h/28-11-09_1950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/S0WUBDYOZAI/AAAAAAAADV4/3lKUkto7Npk/s400/28-11-09_1950.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423904072045323266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belated Happy New Year wishes, guys! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5866930619220353961-5581292375903722256?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/5581292375903722256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-all-williams-fault.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/5581292375903722256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/5581292375903722256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-all-williams-fault.html' title='It&apos;s all William&apos;s fault!'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/S0WNpJOE5AI/AAAAAAAADVw/WGNo1PVR6E4/s72-c/avatar-movie-poster1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-1382715539107555253</id><published>2009-12-26T22:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T22:56:48.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boxing Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy's goldfishes are dying :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SzYhUaJ3mEI/AAAAAAAADUw/63wZtVN7cmM/s1600-h/IMG_9258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SzYhUaJ3mEI/AAAAAAAADUw/63wZtVN7cmM/s400/IMG_9258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419555836088784962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See all the blueness in the water? That's the medication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There were a total of 9 goldfishes, and some of them got infected by the Fin Rot disease and white spot disease, which is a common plague among fishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there's only 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the heart to ask daddy whether he quarantined the 4 infected ones or flushed them down the toilet bowl or threw them into the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said the fishes might not live till tomorrow :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SzYhU9Imx_I/AAAAAAAADU4/e3oQytCrf5c/s1600-h/IMG_9263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SzYhU9Imx_I/AAAAAAAADU4/e3oQytCrf5c/s400/IMG_9263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419555845478729714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this black one has been infected as well... never seen goldfishes resting so still at the bottom of an aquarium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SzYhVHGHGEI/AAAAAAAADVA/FcswLOKFIEo/s1600-h/IMG_9265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SzYhVHGHGEI/AAAAAAAADVA/FcswLOKFIEo/s400/IMG_9265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419555848152619074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This goldfish looks like a bloated balloon bwahahaha! So fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SzYhVT1wfFI/AAAAAAAADVI/XPZjRH_F2pI/s1600-h/IMG_9266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SzYhVT1wfFI/AAAAAAAADVI/XPZjRH_F2pI/s400/IMG_9266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419555851573689426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have awesome fish-capturing photography skills bwahahaha. I am feeling so self-absorbed right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Anyway the point of this post is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to show you how mean of a sister I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Audrey is awfully obsessed with her so-not-cute dog plushie since, ever. And it's annoying the earwax out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SzYi50YMGuI/AAAAAAAADVg/XaSp8xSeO04/s1600-h/DSC03667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SzYi50YMGuI/AAAAAAAADVg/XaSp8xSeO04/s400/DSC03667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419557578294958818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she blogged about this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SzYheHTc61I/AAAAAAAADVQ/O_SFYfuQqo4/s1600-h/audrey.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SzYheHTc61I/AAAAAAAADVQ/O_SFYfuQqo4/s400/audrey.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419556002827397970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SzYhects44I/AAAAAAAADVY/HYkF2M5qVEA/s1600-h/audrey2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 167px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SzYhects44I/AAAAAAAADVY/HYkF2M5qVEA/s400/audrey2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419556008574641026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know. Mine isn't any better. But at least &lt;s&gt;William doesn't mind &lt;/s&gt; its bigger than hers okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/S&lt;/span&gt; Sending out my appreciation to friends who are still loyal to me blog! Heart you guys! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5866930619220353961-1382715539107555253?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/1382715539107555253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/12/boxing-day.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/1382715539107555253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/1382715539107555253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/12/boxing-day.html' title='Boxing Day'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SzYhUaJ3mEI/AAAAAAAADUw/63wZtVN7cmM/s72-c/IMG_9258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-8068264869911600767</id><published>2009-12-20T17:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T22:20:59.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas! + New Year spoils.</title><content type='html'>Hello my good people! If you're still here reading my blog after it has been abandoned for months by ol' irresponsible me to collect dust and cobwebs, then good for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes, you don't need to tell me, I know I suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got motivated to update cause of Tracy's comment - saying it's Christmas already and my blog is still stuck back in the Halloween time line. Merry Christmas to you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SzTKOiiyR9I/AAAAAAAADUo/WKZ1Y8XCtm0/s1600-h/Minitokyo364408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SzTKOiiyR9I/AAAAAAAADUo/WKZ1Y8XCtm0/s400/Minitokyo364408.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419178602773235666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. To think back about last year, I was so busy serving customers at TGV Cinema's ticket counter. This year's different, I'm the one being a customer bwahahaha! Not at the cinema though, at all the clothing departmental stores. I swear, I'm never buying clothes for 5 months in 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm super duper broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been contemplating on whether should I go find a part time job, but I've been fairly busy this holidays and I can only work for one week then I have to leave. Who would want to hire someone like me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda refuse to go back to TGV because they're becoming more and more money-minded, sucking more money from customers by raising prices, but they never give their underpaid staffs a raise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vina said G2000 hires for 6 bucks per hour omfg that's the job I need to earn some quick cash. But sigh, refer to two paragraphs above as to what's stopping me. Working in a clothes store never appealed me as well :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woe is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to KL on the 17th by train! Bwahahahaha I love Ipoh's train station. So majestic looking! Kinda makes you feel like you're back in Old England!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sy3pJO8HAHI/AAAAAAAADSw/J4GZvifgkOs/s1600-h/IMG_9100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sy3pJO8HAHI/AAAAAAAADSw/J4GZvifgkOs/s400/IMG_9100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417242271634882674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it pretty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me stealing a moment to camwhore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sy3pJWyCxXI/AAAAAAAADS4/JlvOfUTHg7w/s1600-h/IMG_9105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sy3pJWyCxXI/AAAAAAAADS4/JlvOfUTHg7w/s400/IMG_9105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417242273740146034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and 9 year old cousin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sy3okHetIRI/AAAAAAAADSo/80u3Vdxr3E8/s1600-h/IMG_9098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sy3okHetIRI/AAAAAAAADSo/80u3Vdxr3E8/s400/IMG_9098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417241633977344274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, this is not the train station. Some building opposite it. Uber nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sy3ojw-dLAI/AAAAAAAADSg/itC-RzxOXcw/s1600-h/IMG_9092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sy3ojw-dLAI/AAAAAAAADSg/itC-RzxOXcw/s400/IMG_9092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417241627936500738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only two malls I went to splurge my heart out were The Curve and 1 Utama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas decorations at the Curve never fails to impress me! Been there last year and was in awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and cousins at the Curve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sy3oizwcy7I/AAAAAAAADSI/4Y0reC3Wf4s/s1600-h/IMG_9086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sy3oizwcy7I/AAAAAAAADSI/4Y0reC3Wf4s/s400/IMG_9086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417241611503193010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sy3ojI4fQgI/AAAAAAAADSQ/dcRVDUUBz4g/s1600-h/IMG_9087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sy3ojI4fQgI/AAAAAAAADSQ/dcRVDUUBz4g/s400/IMG_9087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417241617174053378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sy3ojUpah0I/AAAAAAAADSY/Z2teV850U3w/s1600-h/IMG_9089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sy3ojUpah0I/AAAAAAAADSY/Z2teV850U3w/s400/IMG_9089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417241620332054338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't buy any anime stuff cause there's seriously nothing nice to buy :( I miss Lulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent like 400 bucks on my New Year clothes and shoes. And I've spent like 100 more in Jusco when I came back. HELP I NEED SHOPAHOLIC ANONYMOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall blog about my spoils :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally raided Nichii and bought 70% of its clothes off the hangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WISH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But doesn't change the fact that 70% of my New Year clothes are from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got myself a pair of exquisite looking peep toe pumps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sy3pJyonuTI/AAAAAAAADTA/h4KnlN8h6mY/s1600-h/IMG_9110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sy3pJyonuTI/AAAAAAAADTA/h4KnlN8h6mY/s400/IMG_9110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417242281216817458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sy3pKM_ivLI/AAAAAAAADTI/UZW5MOGtZ9Y/s1600-h/IMG_9113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sy3pKM_ivLI/AAAAAAAADTI/UZW5MOGtZ9Y/s400/IMG_9113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417242288292281522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sy3pK3ZuVNI/AAAAAAAADTQ/yip7G1wwtv0/s1600-h/IMG_9119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sy3pK3ZuVNI/AAAAAAAADTQ/yip7G1wwtv0/s400/IMG_9119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417242299676382418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel totally approves of the height :D And for that I'm glad. My purse? Not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's another pair of mad awesome heels from Vincci but I didn't get to buy it cause it's a New Arrival and there's NO discount. Kiamsiap money-suckers. 89 bucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sy8-sXxMEeI/AAAAAAAADTY/X0cLGv-fLEk/s1600-h/Image0466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sy8-sXxMEeI/AAAAAAAADTY/X0cLGv-fLEk/s400/Image0466.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417617808765489634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture quality sucks cause it's taken with my phone camera. I've forgotten about my Canon camera in the midst of my excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sy8-s6xO_2I/AAAAAAAADTg/ZzRDgKB8wCI/s1600-h/Image0467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sy8-s6xO_2I/AAAAAAAADTg/ZzRDgKB8wCI/s400/Image0467.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417617818160922466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showed my mom and she was totally flabbergasted. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'd like to see how you fall when you wear those." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, mom -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, I shall raid Vincci again when I have the means to purchase it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waiting for the 29th to come. Cause William's coming here to visit me who has been sorely deprived of his presence. Love much ♥ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5866930619220353961-8068264869911600767?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/8068264869911600767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-new-year-spoils.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/8068264869911600767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/8068264869911600767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-new-year-spoils.html' title='Merry Christmas! + New Year spoils.'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SzTKOiiyR9I/AAAAAAAADUo/WKZ1Y8XCtm0/s72-c/Minitokyo364408.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-808328514545239971</id><published>2009-11-11T17:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:52:22.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Bloodbath '09</title><content type='html'>There was a late Halloween event being held at college last Friday - Halloween Bloodbath '09. And I went as a slutty witch :D Kay, I seriously don't know how to get the slutty look. But, whatever, at least I got the witch look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Maleni and me. The Black Widow and the Witch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SvqFshi8xMI/AAAAAAAADQA/qUXNzDDvXKA/s1600-h/15833_183914003584_628293584_2935807_3396527_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SvqFshi8xMI/AAAAAAAADQA/qUXNzDDvXKA/s400/15833_183914003584_628293584_2935807_3396527_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402777702950028482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My witch hat costs just 5 bucks from Memory Lane. Everyone loves it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rachel the Badass Banshee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SvqF6yK9rNI/AAAAAAAADQo/z2mXVLoUSu0/s1600-h/15833_183914053584_628293584_2935815_726725_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SvqF6yK9rNI/AAAAAAAADQo/z2mXVLoUSu0/s400/15833_183914053584_628293584_2935815_726725_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402777947930995922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She landed herself the role of the Banshee in the Halloween Sitcom thus her plans to be a slutty vamp got thwarted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mohan as Count Dracula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SvqF7KlQSbI/AAAAAAAADQw/GtXrcqS8Tj4/s1600-h/15833_183914098584_628293584_2935822_7634207_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SvqF7KlQSbI/AAAAAAAADQw/GtXrcqS8Tj4/s400/15833_183914098584_628293584_2935822_7634207_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402777954483718578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beware, for something evil lurks in the corridors of KDU... LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love his contact lens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group picture of us fabulous five!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SvqFsw6NqvI/AAAAAAAADQI/Zr-7DI8Zlf4/s1600-h/15833_183913978584_628293584_2935804_4982716_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SvqFsw6NqvI/AAAAAAAADQI/Zr-7DI8Zlf4/s400/15833_183913978584_628293584_2935804_4982716_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402777707074136818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I agree, Clarissa looks like the female version of the kid from Ju On. We all went black in the picture because she's so white!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William and I ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SvqFtK9X9fI/AAAAAAAADQQ/SPcnqo_icbs/s1600-h/15833_183914013584_628293584_2935809_6431754_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SvqFtK9X9fI/AAAAAAAADQQ/SPcnqo_icbs/s400/15833_183914013584_628293584_2935809_6431754_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402777714066716146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's not dressed up as anything :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SvqFtYQs1tI/AAAAAAAADQY/F45aQgHSJbw/s1600-h/15833_183914018584_628293584_2935810_2661069_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SvqFtYQs1tI/AAAAAAAADQY/F45aQgHSJbw/s400/15833_183914018584_628293584_2935810_2661069_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402777717637437138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random pictures of us all:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SvqFtmq2PpI/AAAAAAAADQg/pMHr5c-A9RU/s1600-h/15833_183914048584_628293584_2935814_710859_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SvqFtmq2PpI/AAAAAAAADQg/pMHr5c-A9RU/s400/15833_183914048584_628293584_2935814_710859_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402777721505201810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SvqF7mfvIJI/AAAAAAAADQ4/ff4jxGaKYpk/s1600-h/15833_183914133584_628293584_2935827_4314166_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SvqF7mfvIJI/AAAAAAAADQ4/ff4jxGaKYpk/s400/15833_183914133584_628293584_2935827_4314166_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402777961976766610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoting Claire, "Beware KDU, you are not alone..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SvqF75dFVnI/AAAAAAAADRA/STFjriJsJ3Q/s1600-h/15833_183914168584_628293584_2935834_2717716_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SvqF75dFVnI/AAAAAAAADRA/STFjriJsJ3Q/s400/15833_183914168584_628293584_2935834_2717716_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402777967065912946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maleni stole my hat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SvqF8OXbATI/AAAAAAAADRI/543cAjVaBn8/s1600-h/15833_183914178584_628293584_2935835_5005112_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SvqF8OXbATI/AAAAAAAADRI/543cAjVaBn8/s400/15833_183914178584_628293584_2935835_5005112_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402777972679311666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that my left leg looks twisted and I'm not balanced properly O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SvqGKBEr2WI/AAAAAAAADRQ/_qhKMDies68/s1600-h/15833_183914158584_628293584_2935832_2542361_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SvqGKBEr2WI/AAAAAAAADRQ/_qhKMDies68/s400/15833_183914158584_628293584_2935832_2542361_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402778209629231458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite picture of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SvqGKbSnuhI/AAAAAAAADRY/Q4xWxE0BVvo/s1600-h/06112009466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SvqGKbSnuhI/AAAAAAAADRY/Q4xWxE0BVvo/s400/06112009466.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402778216667003410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel and I lying comfortably on a table looking dead. Photo quality is a bit crappy cause its from Mohan's phone and not Maleni's 10mp camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photoshopped by moi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SvqGK3zaqjI/AAAAAAAADRg/Qz765ULDFMI/s1600-h/snowwhiteandrosered.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SvqGK3zaqjI/AAAAAAAADRg/Qz765ULDFMI/s400/snowwhiteandrosered.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402778224320752178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death Awaits You... by running around in three inches and a half heels all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Mandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5866930619220353961-808328514545239971?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/808328514545239971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-bloodbath-09.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/808328514545239971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/808328514545239971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-bloodbath-09.html' title='Halloween Bloodbath &apos;09'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SvqFshi8xMI/AAAAAAAADQA/qUXNzDDvXKA/s72-c/15833_183914003584_628293584_2935807_3396527_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-191174795208060350</id><published>2009-10-31T23:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T00:01:15.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>31st October.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just updating my blog to post this pointless post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simply because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not want October 2009 to be the first month ever which contains no blog entries in my archives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pointless eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Halloween peeps ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- more like, whoever is reading this and hasn't abandoned reading my blog yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Line at dorm is too sucky to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's gonna be a Halloween bash next Friday though! Don't ask me why the event is held after Halloween. It just is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel just inspired me to dress up as a slutty witch. While she herself is gonna be a slutty vampire. Totally can't wait for Mohan to give me the eerie/smokey eyes makeup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bwahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5866930619220353961-191174795208060350?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/191174795208060350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/10/31st-october.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/191174795208060350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/191174795208060350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/10/31st-october.html' title='31st October.'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-8578329121947728208</id><published>2009-09-27T14:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T01:47:46.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Private is now a web series!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you heard right. This is HUGE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huge to you peeps who read the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Private series&lt;/span&gt; anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Private&lt;/span&gt; has been FINALLY produced into a series!! Though it's a WEB series, you only get to watch it online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By right you should be able to watch it at privatenovels.com, but then the effing website said it's not available in MALAYSIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not the most disappointing thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHECK OUT THE CAST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XkqxnWfZp1Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XkqxnWfZp1Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="500"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OMFG JOSH. is so not cute. at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly the actor for Thomas is fitting, kinda hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reed is okay... better than how I imagined her to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOELLE LANGE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the hell did she,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sr8DPbMbqrI/AAAAAAAADPw/TrQcrbfJy2s/s1600-h/Samantha-Cope-489411-967.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sr8DPbMbqrI/AAAAAAAADPw/TrQcrbfJy2s/s320/Samantha-Cope-489411-967.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386027242891225778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(actress)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;land herself the role of THE Noelle Lange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sr8DP5eFwbI/AAAAAAAADP4/00p20-0SKLg/s1600-h/noelle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sr8DP5eFwbI/AAAAAAAADP4/00p20-0SKLg/s320/noelle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386027251018351026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(book cover)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=_____________________=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since when is Noelle a blonde? She's suppose to be a brunette like Reed. And the actress' voice is so innocent sounding. There's no "Noelle" feel in it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet Nouvina Chai can be a better Noelle than her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, and since when is Taylor Bell a black??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder who's gonna play Dash McCafferty. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*nudges Vina*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, the trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cl9gJNQM0ho&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cl9gJNQM0ho&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="500"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5866930619220353961-8578329121947728208?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/8578329121947728208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/09/private-is-now-web-series.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/8578329121947728208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/8578329121947728208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/09/private-is-now-web-series.html' title='Private is now a web series!'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sr8DPbMbqrI/AAAAAAAADPw/TrQcrbfJy2s/s72-c/Samantha-Cope-489411-967.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-3746011635671159187</id><published>2009-09-25T17:59:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T20:54:04.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoyed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the urge to change my blog layout again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why why why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably because my love for blogging has died.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5866930619220353961-3746011635671159187?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/3746011635671159187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/09/annoyed.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/3746011635671159187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/3746011635671159187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/09/annoyed.html' title='Annoyed.'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-5300056066081720024</id><published>2009-09-21T17:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T20:54:12.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New layout: Beatrice</title><content type='html'>New layout! It's the Umineko frenzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beatrice is the ultimate witch! And I now have this sudden image of Beatrice vs. C.C from Code Geass. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I've abandoned my blog for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my last blog post has become the most commented blog post ever in my blog. Shocker. I bet you peeps already know that all the human drama has been resolved :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to Samm, Zhia Ern, Mish, Tracy, Nouvina, Liz, Quist, Aqi, Anna, Yukana, Kevyn, Rikka, Koko-chan for your beautiful concern :D Not to forget the two Anonymous who commented. YES BERNARD. YES SABINE. YOU TWO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...this is probably the first time I do not know what to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's always a moment in life when you analyze your own body, and wish you had the ideal body you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to change 4 things about my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what's the saddest part? My sister has those 3 things which I wanna change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I hate comparing myself with my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I want flawless legs.&lt;br /&gt;Off with those hideous, unsightly, irremovable scars. I hate myself as a child. Hands so itchy go scratch scratch scratch until there's scars. Ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY SIS HAS FLAWLESS LEGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I want perfect eyesight.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had listened to my mother back then and not read in the dark. And play with my grandfather's glasses. (I thought it was fun looking like an owl in the mirror.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY SIS DOESN'T WEAR GLASSES/CONTACTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I want perfect teeth.&lt;br /&gt;I have one fugly overbite and it makes my teeth-revealing smile look retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY SIS HAS NO OVERBITES. Perfectly straight teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I want bigger boobs.&lt;br /&gt;Hah. Yes. Some clothes I wear make my boobs look fine, but some makes me look flat-chested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank God this world is fair, my sis has smaller boobs than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my sis has bigger boobs, which means everything that I wanna change about my body, she has them all. If that was the case, I think I can go jump off the Penang bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a narcissistic post O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wanna watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dorian Gray&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SrdMDyE_D8I/AAAAAAAADPg/v9miDBT-4aY/s1600-h/dorian_gray_poster_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SrdMDyE_D8I/AAAAAAAADPg/v9miDBT-4aY/s400/dorian_gray_poster_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383855507410718658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ben Barnes is to die for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trailer! It's the love.&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dY93VUQSMo4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dY93VUQSMo4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY THE HELL ISN'T IT PREMIERING YET?&lt;br /&gt;It says 090909.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wanna &lt;s&gt;read&lt;/s&gt; watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New Moon&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SrdMEWjQeDI/AAAAAAAADPo/LUZRakM8SVQ/s1600-h/Image0330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SrdMEWjQeDI/AAAAAAAADPo/LUZRakM8SVQ/s400/Image0330.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383855517201365042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's the new cover of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New Moon &lt;/span&gt;novel. OMG. I hated that book to the extend of wanting to burn it if I actually possess it. But I'm psyched because... Taylor Lautner is a total eye-candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the book, I like Edward. Hated Jacob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the movies, GO TEAM JACOB! Screw Edward. Blegh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5866930619220353961-5300056066081720024?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/5300056066081720024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-layout-beatrice.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/5300056066081720024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/5300056066081720024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-layout-beatrice.html' title='New layout: Beatrice'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SrdMDyE_D8I/AAAAAAAADPg/v9miDBT-4aY/s72-c/dorian_gray_poster_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-5589762933258252362</id><published>2009-08-17T18:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T19:03:57.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought it'd be that hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I thought I'd be strong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Coming back here, made things worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Walking down the corridors of campus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Strolling through the malls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every single place contained those precious memories. Being there again, a feeling of nostalgia mixed with melancholy assaulted my senses, tearing them apart, leaving me bare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even though I fought to toss all of them to the back of my head, they just keep coming back, swarming my mind and dominating my thoughts, weighing my heart down to the extent that my chest felt like it was going to implode. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every sentence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every gesture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every detail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And so, I did the one pathetic, useless thing I could only do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I cried. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5866930619220353961-5589762933258252362?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/5589762933258252362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/08/again.html#comment-form' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/5589762933258252362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/5589762933258252362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/08/again.html' title='Again.'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-1453381683677056405</id><published>2009-08-15T23:12:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T23:51:55.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy's birthday.</title><content type='html'>♫ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listening to: Sayonara Solitia - Himeka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last watched: Pandora Hearts episode 19 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to my shit hole tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am feeling so unwilling to start my new semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still so sick of results. Every time I look at the report in the mail, that stupid B+ keeps staring at me, like its trying to mock me and make me feel like a scum of the earth for not even managing to get an A for Computing and IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make it worse, when I told my daddy, "Dad, I got B+ for Computing and IT," and in a condescending tone, he said "B+ only?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, salt my wound would you. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, new sem, new beginning, really have to strive hard to get full As! (Can't let a certain bitch living under the same roof with me in the dorm beat me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging about Mommy's birthday this time ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially Dad wanted to go for Italian, but somehow we ended up going for Korean. A pretty restaurant called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Riche Montana&lt;/span&gt;, which provides BBQ, buffet, and steamboat all in one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Welcome to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Riche Montana&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;The Korean restaurant with a South American name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SobVTfXQTUI/AAAAAAAADN8/GJKdf7ggjBY/s1600-h/IMG_8490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SobVTfXQTUI/AAAAAAAADN8/GJKdf7ggjBY/s400/IMG_8490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370214136499162434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SobVGOK3_BI/AAAAAAAADN0/wqDAfrGStUM/s1600-h/IMG_8493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SobVGOK3_BI/AAAAAAAADN0/wqDAfrGStUM/s400/IMG_8493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370213908545534994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Family sitting down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SobU1DZ_MCI/AAAAAAAADM8/vm8tLeS2I1U/s1600-h/IMG_8488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SobU1DZ_MCI/AAAAAAAADM8/vm8tLeS2I1U/s400/IMG_8488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370213613598355490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Raw food for the BBQ and steamboat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SobVuqm2KZI/AAAAAAAADOE/zuC-3yKd754/s1600-h/IMG_8491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SobVuqm2KZI/AAAAAAAADOE/zuC-3yKd754/s400/IMG_8491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370214603373816210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SobVu_nwIxI/AAAAAAAADOM/pCWu7bbb2k4/s1600-h/IMG_8492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SobVu_nwIxI/AAAAAAAADOM/pCWu7bbb2k4/s400/IMG_8492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370214609014760210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I see sushi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SobWZpySiHI/AAAAAAAADOU/EB54Bh84A4U/s1600-h/IMG_8496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SobWZpySiHI/AAAAAAAADOU/EB54Bh84A4U/s400/IMG_8496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370215341887752306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The BBQ fest begins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SobWaDYYZ9I/AAAAAAAADOc/Jb6WyMSuT6c/s1600-h/IMG_8500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SobWaDYYZ9I/AAAAAAAADOc/Jb6WyMSuT6c/s400/IMG_8500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370215348758407122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SobXoOw9bOI/AAAAAAAADOk/4P-4jnT9-CY/s1600-h/IMG_8499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SobXoOw9bOI/AAAAAAAADOk/4P-4jnT9-CY/s400/IMG_8499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370216691844082914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway I was too busy eating so I forgot to take pictures of the steamboat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy and Drey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SobXotQnBfI/AAAAAAAADOs/DpG5QEURF8w/s1600-h/IMG_8509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SobXotQnBfI/AAAAAAAADOs/DpG5QEURF8w/s400/IMG_8509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370216700029896178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to take a solo picture of my mother, but she refused! Sigh. She claimed that she wasn't in the mood for photos and she wouldn't look nice =____= Sigh, mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So Audrey and I decided to do a little camwhoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SobXo7ZBc9I/AAAAAAAADO0/eBwsOK7rh3A/s1600-h/IMG_8519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SobXo7ZBc9I/AAAAAAAADO0/eBwsOK7rh3A/s400/IMG_8519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370216703823279058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture. Because in this picture, my sis really looks like my little sis. SHORTER THAN ME. Not taller. Yippie yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SobXpXvdEjI/AAAAAAAADO8/ij5agFd9uHE/s1600-h/IMG_8520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SobXpXvdEjI/AAAAAAAADO8/ij5agFd9uHE/s400/IMG_8520.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370216711433556530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOMMY!!&lt;/span&gt; ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her birthday is actually on August 20, but I wouldn't be around for the family celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, this dinner and blog post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Korean food isn't really that nice at all. I'd go for Japanese anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5866930619220353961-1453381683677056405?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/1453381683677056405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/08/mommys-birthday.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/1453381683677056405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/1453381683677056405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/08/mommys-birthday.html' title='Mommy&apos;s birthday.'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SobVTfXQTUI/AAAAAAAADN8/GJKdf7ggjBY/s72-c/IMG_8490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-8158231438125289707</id><published>2009-08-13T13:47:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T14:33:53.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Character image tag.</title><content type='html'>♫ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listening to: Hitotsu no Negai - Hikari Inoue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last watched: Valkyria Chronicles episode 18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG SEM BREAK IS ENDING THIS SUNDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it really 3 weeks? Doesn't seem like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting that depressing issue aside, I shall do this fun Character Image Tag found from Anna's blog. Gah, it's the love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Answer the questions with pictures of the person/character you were tagged with. Tag five other people and provide them with a person character.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lelouch Vi Britannia.&lt;/span&gt; (Oh c'mon, that's so freakin' obvious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;1. Choose a picture of the funniest face on your person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SoOrPMxl73I/AAAAAAAADKs/oxQrgUOt18I/s1600-h/CODE+GEASS+-+06+-+Large+19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SoOrPMxl73I/AAAAAAAADKs/oxQrgUOt18I/s320/CODE+GEASS+-+06+-+Large+19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369323458371383154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL Lulu doesn't do funny faces, but this one is the most epic one of all. I replayed this scene for more than 10 times after watching it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Choose a picture of your person eating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! I don't believe that in my treasure box of Lulu, I don't have a picture of him eating. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*scours*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SoOzrULWITI/AAAAAAAADMk/MkHS3lV8cTA/s1600-h/CODE+GEASS+R2+-+01+-+Large+06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SoOzrULWITI/AAAAAAAADMk/MkHS3lV8cTA/s400/CODE+GEASS+R2+-+01+-+Large+06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369332737487806770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Choose a picture of your person with an animal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SoOtfIt5_QI/AAAAAAAADK0/kgfJtx5oJJg/s1600-h/CODE+GEASS+-+06+-+Large+23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SoOtfIt5_QI/AAAAAAAADK0/kgfJtx5oJJg/s320/CODE+GEASS+-+06+-+Large+23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369325931183340802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh well... technically he's "with" the cat in this picture, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Choose a picture of your person with a member of the opposite sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE TONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SoOuT2sobzI/AAAAAAAADLU/ChCLuQis0pk/s1600-h/CODE+GEASS+-+03+-+Large+20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SoOuT2sobzI/AAAAAAAADLU/ChCLuQis0pk/s400/CODE+GEASS+-+03+-+Large+20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369326836879224626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SoOuTWtA9cI/AAAAAAAADLM/AA7_Xo9HDxg/s1600-h/CODE+GEASS+-+05+-+Large+07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SoOuTWtA9cI/AAAAAAAADLM/AA7_Xo9HDxg/s400/CODE+GEASS+-+05+-+Large+07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369326828290897346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SoOuSfKnC-I/AAAAAAAADLE/gUGkhYikn4M/s1600-h/CODE+GEASS+-+03+-+Large+36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SoOuSfKnC-I/AAAAAAAADLE/gUGkhYikn4M/s400/CODE+GEASS+-+03+-+Large+36.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369326813382642658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You get my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Choose a picture of where you would have sex with this person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SoOv7NToOGI/AAAAAAAADLc/DZaK2_Zplo4/s1600-h/Minitokyo_349692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SoOv7NToOGI/AAAAAAAADLc/DZaK2_Zplo4/s400/Minitokyo_349692.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369328612474894434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Erm, this place looks nice. Dilapidated, with a regal cloth of red on it. BWAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Choose a picture of your favourite outfit on this person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SoOv70RA9zI/AAAAAAAADLk/_ed2zruzQrI/s1600-h/%5BAnimePaper%5Dscans_Code-Geass_Magical-DoReMi%280.91%29_6000x6560_197970+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SoOv70RA9zI/AAAAAAAADLk/_ed2zruzQrI/s400/%5BAnimePaper%5Dscans_Code-Geass_Magical-DoReMi%280.91%29_6000x6560_197970+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369328622932916018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm wondering how come Lulu doesn't wear this super fabulous outfit in the anime. He looks more like an emperor this way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Choose a picture of your person smiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure! Which type of smile you're referring to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His plain evil smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SoOwyBukQZI/AAAAAAAADLs/h0dcDQA3Ubc/s1600-h/CODE+GEASS+R2+-+04+-+Large+38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SoOwyBukQZI/AAAAAAAADLs/h0dcDQA3Ubc/s400/CODE+GEASS+R2+-+04+-+Large+38.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369329554259460498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His innocent smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SoOwzMM-dFI/AAAAAAAADL8/QM1KuKNEMb8/s1600-h/codegeass1702LG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SoOwzMM-dFI/AAAAAAAADL8/QM1KuKNEMb8/s400/codegeass1702LG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369329574251230290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Yes, I've got what I wanted" smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SoOwygcJH0I/AAAAAAAADL0/ZeuE2W6Rn8U/s1600-h/geass10_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SoOwygcJH0I/AAAAAAAADL0/ZeuE2W6Rn8U/s400/geass10_6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369329562503683906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or a smile which just shows how smexilicious he is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SoOwzlylklI/AAAAAAAADME/Vy_Ce13h9Hg/s1600-h/CODE+GEASS+R2+-+ED+-+Large+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SoOwzlylklI/AAAAAAAADME/Vy_Ce13h9Hg/s400/CODE+GEASS+R2+-+ED+-+Large+01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369329581119869522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BWAHAHAHAHAHA Take your pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Choose a picture of your person half-naked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've got this one. I know it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SoOyJzZZr7I/AAAAAAAADMU/MxMShwJ6tRU/s1600-h/geass16_8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SoOyJzZZr7I/AAAAAAAADMU/MxMShwJ6tRU/s400/geass16_8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369331062241079218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Choose a picture of your person doing an outdoor activity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SoOyJUvS97I/AAAAAAAADMM/zsZT8swV8-4/s1600-h/codegeass21-10087915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SoOyJUvS97I/AAAAAAAADMM/zsZT8swV8-4/s400/codegeass21-10087915.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369331054011414450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've forgotten what's he doing O_O Ordering pizza? Or having a conversation with one of the members of the Black Knights?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Choose your favourite picture of this person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE'S TOO MANY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SoOyKdr2CXI/AAAAAAAADMc/NEgbR905d3M/s1600-h/wallpaperez5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SoOyKdr2CXI/AAAAAAAADMc/NEgbR905d3M/s400/wallpaperez5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369331073592723826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, I'll just go with this one =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 people I'm tagging:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yukana&lt;br /&gt;Liz&lt;br /&gt;Manda&lt;br /&gt;Mish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four of you can pick any character you want to do for this tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERIC. You're so gonna do Lelouch. Since you "stole" him. :P You gay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5866930619220353961-8158231438125289707?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/8158231438125289707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/08/character-image-tag.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/8158231438125289707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/8158231438125289707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/08/character-image-tag.html' title='Character image tag.'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SoOrPMxl73I/AAAAAAAADKs/oxQrgUOt18I/s72-c/CODE+GEASS+-+06+-+Large+19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-5718226207271329941</id><published>2009-08-10T18:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T19:17:12.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet died.</title><content type='html'>♫ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listening to: Sayonara Solitia - Himeka &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last watched: Umineko no Naku Koro ni episode 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Brief update before everyone thinks I've vanished off the surface of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, people, my Internet at home has died on me few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm relying on my neighbour's wireless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Went out with June and Bao Zhou Po and we talked for 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Went to Mish's house and we watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Proposal&lt;/span&gt;. Very hilarious romantic comedy - highly recommended!&lt;br /&gt;- Went out with Tracy at night at 8.30pm and we talked non-stop till 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Went to Mish's house again, re-watched some eps of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gundam Seed + Destiny&lt;/span&gt; (don't ask why), and we totally swooned over those AsuCaga scenes again.&lt;br /&gt;- Dad's birthday dinner! Chinese delicacies and red wine galore!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SoABV4T7ThI/AAAAAAAADKk/T8oEEp0Rgzc/s1600-h/Image0291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SoABV4T7ThI/AAAAAAAADKk/T8oEEp0Rgzc/s400/Image0291.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368292231230475794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MY RESULTS OMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to shoot myself. I got a freakin' B+ for Computing and IT. Total WTFness. Anyway, can't say it was totally unexpected. I missed getting straight As all because of that one bloody subject =( ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so upset that I nearly made a decision to take Computing and IT classes again and resit the paper just to get an A to make up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhia Ern came over today to hang out at my place. We watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quarantine&lt;/span&gt; and I nearly died in where I was sitting. An extremely creepy thriller dealing with rabies infecting humans... Lost count at the total number of times I screamed and said "Oh my God" and "Oh shit oh shit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BOO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://richardfang.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/quarantine_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 470px; height: 352px;" src="http://richardfang.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/quarantine_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. You'll be seeing a lot of that in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quarantine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*whimpers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, should I totally remove that image? I'm freaking myself out at my own blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5866930619220353961-5718226207271329941?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/5718226207271329941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/08/internet-died.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/5718226207271329941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/5718226207271329941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/08/internet-died.html' title='Internet died.'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SoABV4T7ThI/AAAAAAAADKk/T8oEEp0Rgzc/s72-c/Image0291.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-1122365055875101266</id><published>2009-08-07T19:10:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T21:47:53.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's Birthday</title><content type='html'>♫ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listening to: Truth - Yuna Itou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last watched: Tears to Tiara episode 6 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Daddy's birthday yesterday! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy suggested having dinner at Citrus for the celebration. Wine and dine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The restaurant interiors look really classy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SnwPoMzO8LI/AAAAAAAADIk/An8iIxRizHI/s1600-h/IMG_8406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SnwPoMzO8LI/AAAAAAAADIk/An8iIxRizHI/s400/IMG_8406.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367182039224086706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SnwPohuXO3I/AAAAAAAADIs/X2Tyhcj9dho/s1600-h/IMG_8407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SnwPohuXO3I/AAAAAAAADIs/X2Tyhcj9dho/s400/IMG_8407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367182044840803186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love the candle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SnwPo2E-Q_I/AAAAAAAADI0/n3Tj2IASZoI/s1600-h/IMG_8408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SnwPo2E-Q_I/AAAAAAAADI0/n3Tj2IASZoI/s400/IMG_8408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367182050304345074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Starters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Caesar Salad RM19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SnwPpC3kbTI/AAAAAAAADI8/cNVn4C1Ipd4/s1600-h/IMG_8409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SnwPpC3kbTI/AAAAAAAADI8/cNVn4C1Ipd4/s400/IMG_8409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367182053737786674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Lobster Chowder RM19 - creamy soup with chunks of lobster meat in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SnwPpS2OqMI/AAAAAAAADJE/sUZAuSV0jF8/s1600-h/IMG_8410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SnwPpS2OqMI/AAAAAAAADJE/sUZAuSV0jF8/s400/IMG_8410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367182058027133122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't say that I'm very fond of the Caesar salad, but the lobster chowder was absolutely heavenly! I haven't had lobsters in a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Main Courses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Australian Lamb Shank - mom's - RM35&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SnwRJ3tGvDI/AAAAAAAADJU/IC2LyaSM0rQ/s1600-h/IMG_8411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SnwRJ3tGvDI/AAAAAAAADJU/IC2LyaSM0rQ/s400/IMG_8411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367183717188418610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Three Kings - dad's - RM55&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SnwRKBi1aCI/AAAAAAAADJc/KDhvBHmpZk0/s1600-h/IMG_8414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SnwRKBi1aCI/AAAAAAAADJc/KDhvBHmpZk0/s400/IMG_8414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367183719829694498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I suppose its a mixture of 3 kinds of meat, I'm not sure, but I know it has "unagi" in it, Japanese for "eel". Tastes really good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Spaghetti Aglio Olio with Prawns - Audrey's - RM26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SnwRKc97-fI/AAAAAAAADJk/02ygooCNdjo/s1600-h/IMG_8417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SnwRKc97-fI/AAAAAAAADJk/02ygooCNdjo/s400/IMG_8417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367183727191128562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. 3-way Lamb - RM55&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SnwRKpSH9EI/AAAAAAAADJs/uox8JPvl3XQ/s1600-h/IMG_8419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SnwRKpSH9EI/AAAAAAAADJs/uox8JPvl3XQ/s400/IMG_8419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367183730497025090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They served the lamb in 3 ways, one without bones, one with bones, and the other one with mashed potato topped with cheese - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dee-vine&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Desserts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Pandan Crêpe with Caramelised Bananas and Vanilla Ice Cream - RM12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SnwTTlF04yI/AAAAAAAADJ0/uFNUMVB_j3U/s1600-h/IMG_8431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SnwTTlF04yI/AAAAAAAADJ0/uFNUMVB_j3U/s400/IMG_8431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367186083013780258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I've forgotten what's this called... but it's apple-flavoured - RM12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SnwTTo2-NII/AAAAAAAADJ8/1Zw4qnjZA48/s1600-h/IMG_8432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SnwTTo2-NII/AAAAAAAADJ8/1Zw4qnjZA48/s400/IMG_8432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367186084025218178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Citrus is a highly recommended restaurant to go to, yeah the food might be really pricey, but it's totally worth it! "Even better than Indulgence," said my mom. (Hah, Vina!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mommy and Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SnwTUVQMFvI/AAAAAAAADKE/HKHVJ9VInts/s1600-h/IMG_8430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SnwTUVQMFvI/AAAAAAAADKE/HKHVJ9VInts/s400/IMG_8430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367186095942145778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us pretty daughters behind :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SnwTUuONCDI/AAAAAAAADKM/7AWyndD35po/s1600-h/IMG_8453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SnwTUuONCDI/AAAAAAAADKM/7AWyndD35po/s400/IMG_8453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367186102644705330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Daddy, I love you!&lt;/span&gt; ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SnwVOaSyffI/AAAAAAAADKU/nhV1MJ6uxkE/s1600-h/IMG_8478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SnwVOaSyffI/AAAAAAAADKU/nhV1MJ6uxkE/s400/IMG_8478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367188193239268850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SnwVOipIIyI/AAAAAAAADKc/psvsStBSkHE/s1600-h/IMG_8480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SnwVOipIIyI/AAAAAAAADKc/psvsStBSkHE/s400/IMG_8480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367188195480445730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photoshopped and self-made by Yours Truly :)&lt;br /&gt;Sunday's the official family dinner, one Secret Recipe Raspberry Cheesecake coming up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5866930619220353961-1122365055875101266?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/1122365055875101266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/08/daddys-birthday.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/1122365055875101266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/1122365055875101266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/08/daddys-birthday.html' title='Daddy&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SnwPoMzO8LI/AAAAAAAADIk/An8iIxRizHI/s72-c/IMG_8406.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-5457379279508805321</id><published>2009-08-03T00:11:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T01:26:09.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New layout: Spring</title><content type='html'>♫ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listening to: Karma - Kokia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last watched: Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood episode 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, there's a lot of stuff I could rant about this blog layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many imperfections everywhere and I hate it. Been spending the past half and hour figuring out XML and I hate it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Comments function are now ABOVE again, people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to be very fond of XML layouts although the HTML ones are undeniably better, but here's the thing - it's very very, extremely totally hard to find one that I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While helping Liz to look for blog layouts, I found one which is beautiful, this one, but the style is SO NOT ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's "enchantress in the dark", and look what I have here, pretty flowers blooming in spring, and its bright. GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think I'll be sticking with this one for a while. I'm lazy to switch blog layouts again. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Yukana and Kian Siang again yesterday at Sushi King. The staffs don't recognize us as the people who ate and run! Woohoo! Am referring to &lt;a href="http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/04/eat-and-run.html"&gt;this blog post&lt;/a&gt;. :) Had such a great time catching up with each other, we sat there for 2 hours and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yukana finally opened the present I got for her two months ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SnW80BFOMHI/AAAAAAAADIA/idMKYPnPdtU/s1600-h/IMG_8018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SnW80BFOMHI/AAAAAAAADIA/idMKYPnPdtU/s400/IMG_8018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365402132911370354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's just an ordinary notebook, but of course, the surprise was inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go on, just open the book."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she opened it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SnW80T3lkjI/AAAAAAAADII/H6RHHXFeP1k/s1600-h/IMG_8019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SnW80T3lkjI/AAAAAAAADII/H6RHHXFeP1k/s400/IMG_8019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365402137954456114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And boy, did she squeal. Bwahahaha, edited and printed by yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After 4pm, Yukana had to leave early (she always leaves early, sigh). So I ended up loitering the mall with Kian Siang, looking at clothes, shoes, books... I NEED MONEY OMG THERE'S LIKE, SALES EVERYWHERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to visit our friends in TGV Cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And gosh, the cinema has changed as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;1. Price increase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regular popcorn, from 5 bucks its now 5.50. Large popcorn from 6 bucks to 6.60. Combo 1 and 2, originally priced at 8.80, they now cost 9.50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;2. Tele-booking system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can now call into book... THE FRONT SEATS ONLY. Holy blasphemy. Did a retard took over TGV and turned the whole cinema into a place of epic retardation? People with common sense would know that you call to book the GOOD SEATS, that's why people bothered to book in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now you can only book FRONT SEATS? WHO FREAKING WANTS FRONT SEATS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if that's not retarded enough, they even charge you an extra RM1 as booking fee. For booking the most unwanted seats in the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG man. I seriously wonder what the hell happened. If Wennie's dad (GM of TGV) is behind this... ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel very sad to say that I once worked in TGV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;3. Staffs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost everyone that I know in TGV last time, they're now... gone. Replaced by many unfamiliar faces. Tracy's still working there though, but only during weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be sad, seeing people you know leave one by one :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the old TGV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go, just thought I'd share this pretty song with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Celine Dion singing with Yuna Itou! They make a magnificent duo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SnXCPyNy7lI/AAAAAAAADIQ/jCmgbuokB7c/s1600-h/yunaceline2008fj6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SnXCPyNy7lI/AAAAAAAADIQ/jCmgbuokB7c/s400/yunaceline2008fj6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365408107515276882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anata ga Iru Kagiri ~A World to Believe In~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tBNCpJEYxD0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tBNCpJEYxD0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love this song so much! I uploaded the mp3 file just in case anyone wants to download the song ;) &lt;a href="http://hotfile.com/dl/9585878/0e3fdc7/01_Anata_ga_Iru_Kagiri.mp3.html"&gt;Click here to download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Staying over at Mish's place next Saturday! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5866930619220353961-5457379279508805321?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/5457379279508805321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-out.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/5457379279508805321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/5457379279508805321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-out.html' title='New layout: Spring'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SnW80BFOMHI/AAAAAAAADIA/idMKYPnPdtU/s72-c/IMG_8018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-7071167198125974726</id><published>2009-07-31T14:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T00:52:50.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Productive.</title><content type='html'>♫ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listening to: Michiyuki - FictionJunction KAORI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last watched: Umineko no Naku Koro ni episode 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMFG I dreamt that my sister wanted to stab me to death last night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a month before that, I actually had a dream of her wanting to cut off my eyelids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why why why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope these dreams aren't omens or something, or else I'd have something to worry about when I'm in my very own house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this post is gonna be all about productivity. Vina just updated her blog last night about productivity, and reading her post made me start to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make my 3 weeks of holidays productive (well actually it's 2 weeks since this week is almost over), I came up with my own set of rules to live by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I shall not touch my laptop until I have...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read the newspapers (I seldom get to read 'em now)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exercised for at least half an hour. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Played the piano for at least 20 minutes. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Played the PS2/watch TV for 4 hours. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exceptional case when I just want to turn on my laptop for my anime downloads to continue downloading, then leave it until I have completed the above activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I must finish watching at least 3 episodes of anime per day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that I must also do some practice in writing stories. God knows how long it has been since I last written my story. I think my writing skills have rusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading novels is not compulsory, but I must try to finish my unfinished novels before the holidays end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to bug my sister to go swimming with me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you guys are all casting a skeptical glance now but WHO KNOWS, maybe I can actually follow what I have planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is gonna suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played tennis on Nintendo Wii with my friends two days ago and my right arm hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trailer for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alice in Wonderland&lt;/span&gt; stolen from Anna's blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b7j7b-iLPU4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b7j7b-iLPU4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As if the excessive make up for Johnny Depp's Mad Hatter isn't enough, he has GREEN EYES now. As in, reptile-like green eyes. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read from Wiki that Helena Bonham Carter's head has been magnified 3 times for her Queen of Hearts role. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for this movie next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/S&lt;/span&gt; I'm thinking of changing my blog layout again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5866930619220353961-7071167198125974726?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/7071167198125974726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/07/productive.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/7071167198125974726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/7071167198125974726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/07/productive.html' title='Productive.'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-2934022787439593474</id><published>2009-07-27T18:22:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T00:53:20.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes I updated before July ended!</title><content type='html'>♫ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listening to: Velvet no Inori - Noriko Ogawa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last watched: Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood episode 13 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Am. Freaking. Back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the blogging world, and back to my beloved hometown. My first semester has ended and I have 3 whole weeks of pure bliss back home. Ah, life has never been better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New layout - I kinda got bored of the previous one rather quick because the designs were pretty bland, yes, not even Lulu and C.C could save it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my blog readers have abandoned me too now D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing you guys need to know is that I'm extremely addicted to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kalafina&lt;/span&gt; right now. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FictionJunction&lt;/span&gt; as well (they're more or less the same). And of course the royal musician goddess herself, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yuki Kajiura&lt;/span&gt;. Can never get enough of their songs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where have I been for the past month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was busy preparing for my shitload of presentations, and my finals. I can proudly say that my team did the best for our final Public Speaking presentation - we got 96/100 from Mr. Mark. 96!! Ninety-six, out of a hundred, from the devil's spawn himself, Mr. Mark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and you cannot imagine the drama I had gone through last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell sick. Then I found out that my friend is actually a lying backstabbing two-faced bitch. When my other roomies confronted her, she PRETENDED to faint, caused such a hassle at the dorm, not to mention the unnecessary arrival of the ambulance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They brought her to the hospital, blah blah blah, and yeah, she's back to her normal, non-fainting self, and when she found out that backstabbing me to my friends isn't working, she decided to backstab me to my lecturers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what is worse is that, that problematic psycho bitch is living under the same roof with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that she catwalks when she walks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utterly sickening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What wouldn't I give to just shove a stick in front her while she catwalks with her head held high and- ugh, why am I even wasting my time and half of my precious blog post writing about her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just thought you guys would like to know all the bitches in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My Summer 2009 Anime Watchlist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sm2EgdaaImI/AAAAAAAADHk/X4ZJ6KXEnqo/s1600-h/umineko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 155px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sm2EgdaaImI/AAAAAAAADHk/X4ZJ6KXEnqo/s200/umineko.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363088424454201954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Umineko no Naku Koro Ni&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.animenewsnetwork.com/encyclopedia/anime.php?id=10168"&gt;(link)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started watching a month ago and damn, this show is good. Extremely intense and creepy. An island, a mansion, many members of a rich family belonging together, and a witch, yes, a witch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The director for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Higurashi no Naku Koro Ni&lt;/span&gt; did not let me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Noted seiyuus&lt;/span&gt;: Daisuke Ono &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Sebastian Michaelis from Kuroshitsuji)&lt;/span&gt;, Sayaka Ohara &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Yuuko from xxxHolic)&lt;/span&gt;, Yui Horie (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yuuki Cross from Vampire Knight)&lt;/span&gt;, Ami Koshimizu &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Kallen from Code Geass)&lt;/span&gt;, Kenichi Suzumura &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(you can shoot yourself if you don't know his roles)&lt;/span&gt;, Rie Kugimiya &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(yeah, same goes for her as well.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see them popular seiyuus go crazy in this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Tokyo Magnitude 8.0&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.animenewsnetwork.com/encyclopedia/anime.php?id=10704"&gt;(link)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sm2GVQzJEnI/AAAAAAAADH0/uWcQFUzTMNc/s1600-h/tokyo_8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 166px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sm2GVQzJEnI/AAAAAAAADH0/uWcQFUzTMNc/s200/tokyo_8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363090431112974962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I randomly picked this one because it depicts what would happen to Tokyo if an earthquake of a magnitude 8.0 hit the city. Abingdon Boys School does the opening song so I shall give this one a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh yeah, and as of now, my fangirlling hormones are devoted to Gilbert Nightray and Vincent Nightray from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pandora Hearts&lt;/span&gt;, and OMG, did you guys read the latest chapter of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vampire Knight&lt;/span&gt;? Kaname was being particularly seductive in this one. More KanaYuki! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....and of course, Jacob Black from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twilight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGOMGOGMOGMOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know I'm slow, I refused to watch the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New Moon&lt;/span&gt; trailer from &lt;a href="http://chocolatesandecstasies.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jas' blog&lt;/a&gt; cause I hate the series but but but, no one told me about Jacob looking so hot with that damn good muscular body of his! Oh wait, I think Manda and Vina did tell me about that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm posting the trailer up for Jacob! Shit, he looked like a twerp in the first &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; movie. How can he look so hot in the second one??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KYBF3HKzrmE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KYBF3HKzrmE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And shit, I might actually want to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New Moon&lt;/span&gt; now cause of Jacob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[EDIT]&lt;/span&gt; ZOMFG NO! Why oh why must Taylor Lautner (actor for Jacob Black) be ONE YEAR YOUNGER THAN ME? Oh who cares, he's hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5866930619220353961-2934022787439593474?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/2934022787439593474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/07/yes-i-updated-before-july-ended.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/2934022787439593474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/2934022787439593474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/07/yes-i-updated-before-july-ended.html' title='Yes I updated before July ended!'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sm2EgdaaImI/AAAAAAAADHk/X4ZJ6KXEnqo/s72-c/umineko.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-5694245341221530473</id><published>2009-06-27T17:27:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T00:07:19.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie updates</title><content type='html'>♫ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listening to: Faraway - Koda Kumi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last watched: Phantom ~Requiem for the Phantom~ episode 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am trying to blog more cause someone indirectly called me a lazy blogger. Ahem ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also if you've noticed, of all the months in 2009 so far, June is the month with the least posts. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was suppose to meet up with Mayshan, June and Tracy later but then Mayshan messaged me and canceled it the last minute cause she had some family dinner O.o Okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then 45 minutes later her message came again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Hey amanda tonight if i can avoid dinner can i go your house instead? Haha... I still owe you a rematch at some games right? I don't feel like driving so far... &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I shall prepare my PS2 for Need for Speed and KOF. Been a long time since I last raced someone on my PS2. Vina and Wennie, I miss dragging and KOFing with you two :( Anyway, bwahahahaha, payback time now Mayshan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some updates on movies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt; 6th movie's poster I found on Rotten Tomatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SkXoDxLxUDI/AAAAAAAADFg/yhHXcdl1m8I/s1600-h/photo_91_hires.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SkXoDxLxUDI/AAAAAAAADFg/yhHXcdl1m8I/s400/photo_91_hires.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351938883639660594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH I still don't like the Harry x Ginny pairing... For some reason, from the side view, Ginny looks a bit like Bella from the Twilight movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite that, I'm still looking forward to the 6th movie because the trailer makes it look really promising. It's been a long long time since I last looked forward to a Harry Potter movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guys remember my &lt;a href="http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/02/alice-in-wonderland-2010.html"&gt;Alice in Wonderland movie post&lt;/a&gt;, I finally found some pictures of how the cast is going to look like in the movie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alice herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SkXqrVGddGI/AAAAAAAADFo/ZFaSPpqhYXg/s1600-h/photo_07_hires.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SkXqrVGddGI/AAAAAAAADFo/ZFaSPpqhYXg/s400/photo_07_hires.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351941762319217762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, she really looks fitting for the role. Not bad at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mad Hatter! Johnny Depp, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SkXqw5lWa5I/AAAAAAAADGY/Oo5JAXtg4cA/s1600-h/photo_08_hires.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SkXqw5lWa5I/AAAAAAAADGY/Oo5JAXtg4cA/s400/photo_08_hires.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351941858011802514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not too fond of the excessive make up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL Helena Bonham Carter looks funny as the Queen of Hearts!! OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SkXq3eUDBqI/AAAAAAAADGg/n6r1TCeC3Bs/s1600-h/photo_06_hires.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SkXq3eUDBqI/AAAAAAAADGg/n6r1TCeC3Bs/s400/photo_06_hires.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351941970950555298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne Hathaway as The White Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SkXrJCCTzAI/AAAAAAAADGo/8nTb-uxA6x0/s1600-h/photo_05_hires.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SkXrJCCTzAI/AAAAAAAADGo/8nTb-uxA6x0/s400/photo_05_hires.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351942272597609474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The hair doesn't really fit her O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tweedle-dee and Tweedle-dum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SkXrPs_6QfI/AAAAAAAADGw/mDhCaVOZB8I/s1600-h/photo_04_hires.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SkXrPs_6QfI/AAAAAAAADGw/mDhCaVOZB8I/s400/photo_04_hires.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351942387209486834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gosh they look like they're on the verge of excessive obesity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some screenshots of Wonderland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SkXri2oaqCI/AAAAAAAADHA/tBuOQU32KHo/s1600-h/photo_01_hires.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SkXri2oaqCI/AAAAAAAADHA/tBuOQU32KHo/s400/photo_01_hires.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351942716212815906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SkXrih1QXUI/AAAAAAAADG4/iQwjsEo5l_0/s1600-h/photo_02_hires.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SkXrih1QXUI/AAAAAAAADG4/iQwjsEo5l_0/s400/photo_02_hires.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351942710629522754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim Burton's version of Wonderland looks so beautiful. I'm really looking forward to this movie next year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next movie I'm looking forward to... is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dorian Gray&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SkXsfCeLWbI/AAAAAAAADHI/_WzT5eOpRrE/s1600-h/dorian-gray-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SkXsfCeLWbI/AAAAAAAADHI/_WzT5eOpRrE/s400/dorian-gray-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351943750183246258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Premiering this year, early September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG BEN BARNES. Been deprived of him for a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5866930619220353961-5694245341221530473?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/5694245341221530473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/06/movie-updates.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/5694245341221530473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/5694245341221530473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/06/movie-updates.html' title='Movie updates'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SkXoDxLxUDI/AAAAAAAADFg/yhHXcdl1m8I/s72-c/photo_91_hires.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-5776439588948591169</id><published>2009-06-26T22:17:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T00:07:33.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back home + KDU Journal 14</title><content type='html'>♫ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listening to: Tsukiakari - Rie Fu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last watched: Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood episode 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, first thing's first, RIP Michael Jackson :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New layout! Lazy to elaborate, you guys must be sick of seeing Lulu and C.C as my blog layout again. The comments function are now, as annoying as it is, ABOVE blog posts. Stupid!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now back in Ipoh, the land of good food and loving company! Everytime I come back I'll surely ask my mom to buy bak kut teh, the Gunung Rapat laksa and many more good food before I go back to my shit hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to make this sudden trip home because I have to grab my formal wear. I have a Sociology assignment and presentation due next Tuesday and Thursday respectively. Like ZOMFG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think the Public Speaking assignment is due the week after next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling that I should go dig my grave instead of working my ass off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys remember the TV show assignment thingy? My group came up with a superb idea for a drama series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;The Fallen and The Unseen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SkThU6R5e5I/AAAAAAAADEY/a8-6LoiH8J8/s1600-h/fallenandtheunseen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SkThU6R5e5I/AAAAAAAADEY/a8-6LoiH8J8/s400/fallenandtheunseen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351650006580951954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring the delectable &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chris Pine&lt;/span&gt; (Lord Nicholas from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Princess Diaries 2&lt;/span&gt;) and the gorgeous &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michelle Tratchenberg&lt;/span&gt; (Georgina Sparks from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banner proudly photoshopped by moi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Basically the show's about a boy who wakes up in an alley and finds out that no one can see or hear him, until he comes to a high school and discovers that this girl is the only one who can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy's invisible to others, but not the girl. So together their lives intersect, and she has to help him find out who he is... or was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entire thing is fake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total fabrication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo. But I'm proud of my group members, who came up with the splendid choice of actor and actress. We're just choosing them for the fun of it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what you guys'll think of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting that aside, our class finally got to use the iMac lab in campus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, it's the lab filled with Mac computers. OMG. Pure heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;View from outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SkTj9wIiYEI/AAAAAAAADEg/N8WQ1A7blTM/s1600-h/Image0155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SkTj9wIiYEI/AAAAAAAADEg/N8WQ1A7blTM/s400/Image0155.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351652907255226434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The pictures below are taken by Mohan because apparently I was stupid enough to leave my cellphone in my dorm this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SkTkouOUGUI/AAAAAAAADEo/WZLSDBbNOJg/s1600-h/26062009052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SkTkouOUGUI/AAAAAAAADEo/WZLSDBbNOJg/s400/26062009052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351653645476960578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SkTko5Oa1JI/AAAAAAAADEw/NUzjzmx7IGQ/s1600-h/26062009054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SkTko5Oa1JI/AAAAAAAADEw/NUzjzmx7IGQ/s400/26062009054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351653648430191762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS THE FREAKIN' SPEAKER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SkTkpIVnJtI/AAAAAAAADE4/id7pK5WlX-8/s1600-h/26062009059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SkTkpIVnJtI/AAAAAAAADE4/id7pK5WlX-8/s400/26062009059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351653652486891218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems cooler from sideview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SkTkpQlobyI/AAAAAAAADFA/9c06CMlmqhw/s1600-h/26062009058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SkTkpQlobyI/AAAAAAAADFA/9c06CMlmqhw/s400/26062009058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351653654701567778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THIS IS THE FREAKIN' MOUSE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SkTkptFTHsI/AAAAAAAADFI/tb8uoEye_t4/s1600-h/26062009057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SkTkptFTHsI/AAAAAAAADFI/tb8uoEye_t4/s400/26062009057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351653662350581442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what the fuck right? It has no button outlines or the scroll thing at all. It looks like a resting place to put your hand. And an extremely posh one at that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I wish I had a Mac at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I need to learn XML, cause I wanna get rid of this stupid pencil on the bottom left. It's like a pain in the arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5866930619220353961-5776439588948591169?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/5776439588948591169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-home-kdu-journal-14.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/5776439588948591169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/5776439588948591169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-home-kdu-journal-14.html' title='Back home + KDU Journal 14'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SkThU6R5e5I/AAAAAAAADEY/a8-6LoiH8J8/s72-c/fallenandtheunseen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-6966080649469586179</id><published>2009-06-19T20:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T22:10:40.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KDU Journal 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjuKQOti4_I/AAAAAAAADCw/-XLH1ijpvpA/s1600-h/snapshot20090618215047+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjuKQOti4_I/AAAAAAAADCw/-XLH1ijpvpA/s400/snapshot20090618215047+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349020993864262642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OMG. Someone please help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sociology assignment - due next Thursday. Intro to Mass Comm assignment - due next Friday. Public Speaking final assignment - due in two weeks. Gahahahahaha, the sad life of a college student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that there's a mountain of assignments waiting for me, I've been hanging out at Gurney Plaza rather frequently. Sigh. What to do. Gurney Plaza's like the only place near my dorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Had dinner at McD on Tuesday night with Ant, Shmay and Willy because it was Willy's birthday. He's a real tomato sauce spammer I tell you. Right after putting his tray of food down on the table, he went off to the sauce station and came back with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjuMdKSJd4I/AAAAAAAADDA/H_kochy3KYg/s1600-h/Image0228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjuMdKSJd4I/AAAAAAAADDA/H_kochy3KYg/s400/Image0228.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349023415037163394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Huge proportions of tomato sauce which look like four lumps of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday boy enjoying his fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjuMdOlXInI/AAAAAAAADDI/BbMsPZXfxeE/s1600-h/Image0229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjuMdOlXInI/AAAAAAAADDI/BbMsPZXfxeE/s400/Image0229.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349023416191492722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomato sauce spammage aftermath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjuMda_7MVI/AAAAAAAADDQ/xJ8cZeDAAlI/s1600-h/Image0230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjuMda_7MVI/AAAAAAAADDQ/xJ8cZeDAAlI/s400/Image0230.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349023419524133202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Shmay is a coke-oholic. Coke to her, is like liquor. She goes really really high after drinking coke everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look what she did to the tomato sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjuMduG74BI/AAAAAAAADDY/26lOl8ulHhs/s1600-h/Image0238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjuMduG74BI/AAAAAAAADDY/26lOl8ulHhs/s400/Image0238.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349023424653811730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's salt + pepper added into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MOAR MOAR MOAR I DEMAND FOR MOAR."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjuMdmzyfaI/AAAAAAAADDg/txnP0K0rveA/s1600-h/Image0241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjuMdmzyfaI/AAAAAAAADDg/txnP0K0rveA/s400/Image0241.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349023422694456738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Willy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjuN5vghtbI/AAAAAAAADDo/3qcuv5oEbAI/s1600-h/Image0242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjuN5vghtbI/AAAAAAAADDo/3qcuv5oEbAI/s400/Image0242.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349025005577549234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ROFL. It looks like tomato sauce with fungus all over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Shmay looking really pleased with herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjuRuHOkhLI/AAAAAAAADEA/9PXQ1VT_WZQ/s1600-h/Image0243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjuRuHOkhLI/AAAAAAAADEA/9PXQ1VT_WZQ/s400/Image0243.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349029203832767666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Later on, we invaded the Toys 'R Us toystore. LOL. Yay for more random fun!! I was reminded of the time Ant brought me to the store saying &lt;blockquote&gt;"Come come, I show you Cloud's Buster Sword from FF7. They're selling it there."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so amazed so I followed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is how Cloud's Buster Sword look like by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjuN5_AZHBI/AAAAAAAADD4/csSpz8ql6rE/s1600-h/swords3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 345px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjuN5_AZHBI/AAAAAAAADD4/csSpz8ql6rE/s400/swords3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349025009737735186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But he showed me this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjuN5o_inqI/AAAAAAAADDw/NKGMcx26qag/s1600-h/Image0180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjuN5o_inqI/AAAAAAAADDw/NKGMcx26qag/s400/Image0180.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349025003828584098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If I had my laptop with me I would have spammed his face with =__________________=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... you DO NOT want to know what the 3 of us did in Toys 'R Us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. It was a miracle though, the shopkeeper didn't throw us out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday night. Went to Gurney again, had McD again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blood: The Last Vampire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjuMIfd1ugI/AAAAAAAADC4/wWcy3Kv49UI/s1600-h/blood_last_vampire_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjuMIfd1ugI/AAAAAAAADC4/wWcy3Kv49UI/s400/blood_last_vampire_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349023059946093058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;DO NOT WATCH IT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have to say to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But well, if you enjoy a movie with cheap ass effects, by all means, go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a big insult to the anime itself. And they dare put the words &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Based on Blood: The Last Vampire animation." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I thank God that Hagi isn't in the movie. I wouldn't wanna see his character being butchered by Hollywood's retardation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;III&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short random video of the Kon cosplayer from Ichibanzai I forgot to post. He's so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YoLSYBmuImk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YoLSYBmuImk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/S&lt;/span&gt; I'm thinking of making this official... since I've already done it in my Facebook one week ago, but I really don't know how to tell my mom that I'm not single anymore x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5866930619220353961-6966080649469586179?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/6966080649469586179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/06/kdu-journal-13.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/6966080649469586179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/6966080649469586179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/06/kdu-journal-13.html' title='KDU Journal 13'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjuKQOti4_I/AAAAAAAADCw/-XLH1ijpvpA/s72-c/snapshot20090618215047+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-6795638829549448608</id><published>2009-06-12T18:53:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T20:14:37.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ichibanzai '09</title><content type='html'>♫ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listening to: Planeterium - Otsuka Ai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last watched: nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/amanda_greenleaf1/Icons/13625057.png" align="left" border="1" /&gt;OMG My blog is like a morgue now .___.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for abandoning it for so long, didn't mean it, my precious Lulu laptop got snatched away from me and I was dying in my dorm without the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who cares, I got it back now!! It's rightfully mine! Bwahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have tons of pictures to update. I know that this is old news already, but I'm still gonna say it anyway:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Ichibanzai '09 is over!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures pictures pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am extremely lazy to resize them because there's like 90 over. I'm posting the more important ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Ichibanzai Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I photoshopped this freakin' huge ass banner which caused my laptop to KO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjI2de5ZJfI/AAAAAAAAC8w/EOgurBOtUjM/s1600-h/IMG_8072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjI2de5ZJfI/AAAAAAAAC8w/EOgurBOtUjM/s400/IMG_8072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346395587780093426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in charge of selling cute anime character badges! RM2.50 each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjI2dklagEI/AAAAAAAAC84/i7cCOahjoIY/s1600-h/IMG_8033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjI2dklagEI/AAAAAAAAC84/i7cCOahjoIY/s400/IMG_8033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346395589306908738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limited edition badges of Lelouch ♥ 5 of them left!! It was gone the moment I placed them on the table .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjI2d7l9kaI/AAAAAAAAC9A/HSE_66ukPfM/s1600-h/IMG_8032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjI2d7l9kaI/AAAAAAAAC9A/HSE_66ukPfM/s400/IMG_8032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346395595483222434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought 14 of them in advance by the way. Cause they're so horribly cute I just had to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjI3s00ynUI/AAAAAAAAC9Q/rgIW8LNaYQg/s1600-h/IMG_8144+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjI3s00ynUI/AAAAAAAAC9Q/rgIW8LNaYQg/s400/IMG_8144+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346396950876036418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I bought:&lt;br /&gt;1 C.C&lt;br /&gt;2 Lelouchs (the rest got snatched away .__.)&lt;br /&gt;3 Death the Kids&lt;br /&gt;3 Kanames&lt;br /&gt;3 Sebastian&lt;br /&gt;1 Ryoma, and&lt;br /&gt;1 Ulquiorra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While setting up the booth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;SPOTTED IN KDU COLLEGE FOYER, a Suzumiya Haruhi cosplayer!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjI2eJCuaBI/AAAAAAAAC9I/o5lzuc6bgx4/s1600-h/IMG_8034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjI2eJCuaBI/AAAAAAAAC9I/o5lzuc6bgx4/s400/IMG_8034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346395599093524498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the cosplayers started trickling in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kon!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjI5pRWkr1I/AAAAAAAAC9g/Y_3dUXhGcEc/s1600-h/IMG_8047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjI5pRWkr1I/AAAAAAAAC9g/Y_3dUXhGcEc/s400/IMG_8047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346399088837701458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's so cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjI5qL8A6uI/AAAAAAAAC94/ma1RXSUQa0M/s1600-h/IMG_8052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjI5qL8A6uI/AAAAAAAAC94/ma1RXSUQa0M/s400/IMG_8052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346399104563997410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjI5p1EBTII/AAAAAAAAC9w/FZ7_wsRUE3E/s1600-h/IMG_8051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjI5p1EBTII/AAAAAAAAC9w/FZ7_wsRUE3E/s400/IMG_8051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346399098423561346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjI5pvDuP2I/AAAAAAAAC9o/QjQ3Y_ltOI8/s1600-h/IMG_8048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjI5pvDuP2I/AAAAAAAAC9o/QjQ3Y_ltOI8/s400/IMG_8048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346399096811700066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasabi eating competition on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjI5pOuaelI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/VagvBMR-UfY/s1600-h/IMG_8040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjI5pOuaelI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/VagvBMR-UfY/s400/IMG_8040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346399088132389458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjI7Gb6x7FI/AAAAAAAAC-A/sF0AoHW3VIU/s1600-h/IMG_8053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjI7Gb6x7FI/AAAAAAAAC-A/sF0AoHW3VIU/s400/IMG_8053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346400689401752658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until today I still have no idea what they were doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjI7GhcUGkI/AAAAAAAAC-I/kHgW8LpJNkQ/s1600-h/IMG_8055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjI7GhcUGkI/AAAAAAAAC-I/kHgW8LpJNkQ/s400/IMG_8055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346400690884581954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLOUD COSPLAYER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjI7HE-pDJI/AAAAAAAAC-g/4wxGKrnvPRY/s1600-h/IMG_8063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjI7HE-pDJI/AAAAAAAAC-g/4wxGKrnvPRY/s400/IMG_8063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346400700423802002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjI7HJNXqnI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/YDzOhuwMcYg/s1600-h/IMG_8062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjI7HJNXqnI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/YDzOhuwMcYg/s400/IMG_8062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346400701559319154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin making a random funny pose with one of the visitors LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjI84TOriVI/AAAAAAAAC_I/6s__pg0VKDM/s1600-h/IMG_8078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjI84TOriVI/AAAAAAAAC_I/6s__pg0VKDM/s400/IMG_8078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346402645574388050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjI84Ibsq0I/AAAAAAAAC_A/aulml5n-488/s1600-h/IMG_8077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjI84Ibsq0I/AAAAAAAAC_A/aulml5n-488/s400/IMG_8077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346402642676198210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjI832EC-0I/AAAAAAAAC-4/SxRooY9_nck/s1600-h/IMG_8074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjI832EC-0I/AAAAAAAAC-4/SxRooY9_nck/s400/IMG_8074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346402637745158978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjI83puoaJI/AAAAAAAAC-w/RY2wzauilpY/s1600-h/IMG_8068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjI83puoaJI/AAAAAAAAC-w/RY2wzauilpY/s400/IMG_8068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346402634434111634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjI83UgKvpI/AAAAAAAAC-o/AKhI1xadDmE/s1600-h/IMG_8067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjI83UgKvpI/AAAAAAAAC-o/AKhI1xadDmE/s400/IMG_8067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346402628736302738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Kon random-ness!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjI_MS6W6CI/AAAAAAAAC_4/TcHVTkIrkGQ/s1600-h/IMG_8082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjI_MS6W6CI/AAAAAAAAC_4/TcHVTkIrkGQ/s400/IMG_8082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346405188109789218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;SPOTTED!! An Uchiha Sasuke cosplayer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjI_MsFm5tI/AAAAAAAADAA/SOKWNY8r9Gs/s1600-h/IMG_8084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjI_MsFm5tI/AAAAAAAADAA/SOKWNY8r9Gs/s400/IMG_8084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346405194867861202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nyuuu, he wouldn't let me take a picture from the front view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I SWEAR TUH GOD THAT KON ISH GAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjI_M48UcnI/AAAAAAAADAI/ECZ9gclRTOY/s1600-h/IMG_8085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjI_M48UcnI/AAAAAAAADAI/ECZ9gclRTOY/s400/IMG_8085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346405198318563954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone dancing the Hare Hare Yukai dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjI_NPBCMfI/AAAAAAAADAQ/A8p9ws46IQM/s1600-h/IMG_8087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjI_NPBCMfI/AAAAAAAADAQ/A8p9ws46IQM/s400/IMG_8087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346405204243919346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard this character is from .hack//sign? Have no idea lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjI_NcWOmOI/AAAAAAAADAY/rCXNQ_tpDBc/s1600-h/IMG_8091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjI_NcWOmOI/AAAAAAAADAY/rCXNQ_tpDBc/s400/IMG_8091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346405207822473442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Ichibanzai Day 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG! An Archer cosplayer appeared!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjJALrFayUI/AAAAAAAADAg/ojLX2lTs_tQ/s1600-h/IMG_8093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjJALrFayUI/AAAAAAAADAg/ojLX2lTs_tQ/s400/IMG_8093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346406276930390338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;GLOMP!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjJBw7v1DaI/AAAAAAAADBY/pmM-jpDs3uA/s1600-h/IMG_8111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjJBw7v1DaI/AAAAAAAADBY/pmM-jpDs3uA/s400/IMG_8111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346408016570027426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can proudly tell you that I freaked the poor boy out &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Cloud cosplayer, but his hair.... failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjJAL3DupnI/AAAAAAAADAo/n9nl95z5WUc/s1600-h/IMG_8096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjJAL3DupnI/AAAAAAAADAo/n9nl95z5WUc/s400/IMG_8096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346406280144529010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura owning some random ninja lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjJALzwwloI/AAAAAAAADAw/Wr_OUzoRkuQ/s1600-h/IMG_8097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjJALzwwloI/AAAAAAAADAw/Wr_OUzoRkuQ/s400/IMG_8097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346406279259657858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jigoku Shoujo-chan appeared!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjJAMdL4aDI/AAAAAAAADBA/qQxMdFGRSCA/s1600-h/IMG_8100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjJAMdL4aDI/AAAAAAAADBA/qQxMdFGRSCA/s400/IMG_8100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346406290379270194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAWL, Sakura stashed Enma Ai away and stole her red umbrella to pose with (another) Sasuke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjJAMMmW_jI/AAAAAAAADA4/pdt8N_KxH40/s1600-h/IMG_8099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjJAMMmW_jI/AAAAAAAADA4/pdt8N_KxH40/s400/IMG_8099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346406285926923826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjJBwgK6xCI/AAAAAAAADBI/-yLr5Bf-dTU/s1600-h/IMG_8102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjJBwgK6xCI/AAAAAAAADBI/-yLr5Bf-dTU/s400/IMG_8102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346408009167455266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS3 Competition - Soul Calibur 4!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjJBwxHnaRI/AAAAAAAADBQ/vNKjrxJG8Sg/s1600-h/IMG_8104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjJBwxHnaRI/AAAAAAAADBQ/vNKjrxJG8Sg/s400/IMG_8104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346408013717006610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;SPOTTED!! Bunch of Rozen Maiden cosplayers!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjJBxNmQJAI/AAAAAAAADBg/ckVoX8CVO8I/s1600-h/IMG_8112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjJBxNmQJAI/AAAAAAAADBg/ckVoX8CVO8I/s400/IMG_8112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346408021361697794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Suigintou's costume is TOTAL WIN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epic battle scene pose: Dante from Devil May Cry vs Suigintou from Rozen Maiden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjJBxQ-R5GI/AAAAAAAADBo/yjWBSKeDTlw/s1600-h/IMG_8106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjJBxQ-R5GI/AAAAAAAADBo/yjWBSKeDTlw/s400/IMG_8106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346408022267782242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*poke poke*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hello excuse me, I'm sorry to interrupt, but can I take a picture with you two? :D"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjJDK_hl6mI/AAAAAAAADBw/YCGRoIdybHo/s1600-h/IMG_8105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjJDK_hl6mI/AAAAAAAADBw/YCGRoIdybHo/s400/IMG_8105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346409563772283490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gahahahaha. Wonder where the rose in Dante's mouth suddenly came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Thank you so much, you guys can continue."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shinku owning Dante this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjJDLIS2jDI/AAAAAAAADB4/sPlcYEWW6wM/s1600-h/IMG_8107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjJDLIS2jDI/AAAAAAAADB4/sPlcYEWW6wM/s400/IMG_8107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346409566126378034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that Dante can be easily owned by a bunch of loli dolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjJDLfoj8OI/AAAAAAAADCA/j7nKAzNuyKo/s1600-h/IMG_8109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjJDLfoj8OI/AAAAAAAADCA/j7nKAzNuyKo/s400/IMG_8109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346409572391448802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"GO ARCHER!!! I forgive you that you got owned by Berserker but don't you dare lose to a loli doll like her!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjJDLs7wUMI/AAAAAAAADCI/VqHFAn3mkLQ/s1600-h/IMG_8114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjJDLs7wUMI/AAAAAAAADCI/VqHFAn3mkLQ/s400/IMG_8114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346409575961612482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzumiya Haruhi returned for Day 2 and the Hare Hare Yukai madness began again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjJDL5swKHI/AAAAAAAADCQ/4tzG9GFkO34/s1600-h/IMG_8119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjJDL5swKHI/AAAAAAAADCQ/4tzG9GFkO34/s400/IMG_8119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346409579388348530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, I seriously have no idea what they were doing either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjJE4K4UeGI/AAAAAAAADCg/9AJfKGCUL_w/s1600-h/IMG_8129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjJE4K4UeGI/AAAAAAAADCg/9AJfKGCUL_w/s400/IMG_8129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346411439426140258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....same goes to this O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjJE3x7fEFI/AAAAAAAADCY/f9csKS7Vmgo/s1600-h/IMG_8131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjJE3x7fEFI/AAAAAAAADCY/f9csKS7Vmgo/s400/IMG_8131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346411432728531026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fellow cosplayers on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjJE4HLYzNI/AAAAAAAADCo/8avdL8WKIOs/s1600-h/IMG_8137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjJE4HLYzNI/AAAAAAAADCo/8avdL8WKIOs/s400/IMG_8137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346411438432373970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Badges sales!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjI7G2KtbpI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/iqQKkXERZqQ/s1600-h/IMG_8059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjI7G2KtbpI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/iqQKkXERZqQ/s400/IMG_8059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346400696447889042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ciel - SOLD OUT.&lt;br /&gt;Sebastian, Kaname, Death the Kid - only one left.&lt;br /&gt;Lulu also gone already .___.&lt;br /&gt;The rest... I'm not very sure lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotsa Kaname fangirls here in Penang ZOMG I LOVE PENANG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another person who dares question my race muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You know, you have this half-American look. Are you like, half-American?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Pure Malaysian Chinese here." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;-Owari-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5866930619220353961-6795638829549448608?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/6795638829549448608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/06/ichibanzai-09.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/6795638829549448608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/6795638829549448608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/06/ichibanzai-09.html' title='Ichibanzai &apos;09'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SjI2de5ZJfI/AAAAAAAAC8w/EOgurBOtUjM/s72-c/IMG_8072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-8529544475658075784</id><published>2009-06-03T21:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:57:13.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Epicly saddening.</title><content type='html'>♫ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listening to: Last Impression - Two Mix &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last watched: nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/amanda_greenleaf1/cg_cclel-lastmoment___aerylia.png" align="left" border="1" /&gt;OMG my life has been so epicly saddening that I don't even know where to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now the 5th day of my mid-term break and I haven't been doing anything productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, well, if you call winning races and dragging and drifting in Need for Speed: Underground productive, then yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the biggest woe in my life: sending my laptop off to TOSHIBA to be repaired. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*weeps*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must have knocked it somewhere when traveling around with it in college. Something is wrong with the display, it flickers O.o stupid problem has been plaguing my laptop for a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AND AND! I can only get my laptop back AFTER two weeks. Like WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'm using my awfully laggy desktop which is a piece of epic retardation at it's finest. I can't watch my animes because... all the episodes are in my laptop. And if I watch it online... my HD downloads are gonna be wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I am gonna die without my laptop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like, an essential element for my survival. I am gonna rot in my shit hole when I go back to Penang. I don't wanna go back there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Okay, moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Went out with June, Tracy and Kian Siang today. I had 120 bucks with me this morning. After spending the entire afternoon at Jusco, I am now left with a measly 5 bucks in my crying purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might cry myself too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Splurged on food, Yukana's birthday present (oops!), Father's Day card + present, a bag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my dad a wallet. Initially the price was 119 bucks O_O Thank God for the sale. 70% discount! Woohoo. That wallet is so worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I finally received my birthday gift from Kian Siang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SiZ7wmp2PII/AAAAAAAAC7Q/5uTWpOaHvPQ/s1600-h/IMG_7999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SiZ7wmp2PII/AAAAAAAAC7Q/5uTWpOaHvPQ/s400/IMG_7999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343094082861677698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lulu!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was extremely surprised when I opened it. OMG. Thank God my fangirling hormones weren't active that time, or I would have squealed out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kian Siang's so sweet. He said he knew I wanted a Lulu plushie, but then he couldn't find it anywhere, so he got me a figurine ♥ Thank you so much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SiZ7wt1XraI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/fOy2bj_TlSo/s1600-h/IMG_8000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SiZ7wt1XraI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/fOy2bj_TlSo/s400/IMG_8000.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343094084789054882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SiZ7w1XkQoI/AAAAAAAAC7g/EIqVAkJotOo/s1600-h/IMG_8001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SiZ7w1XkQoI/AAAAAAAAC7g/EIqVAkJotOo/s400/IMG_8001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343094086811533954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Hi there, Lulu :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SiZ7xLXChHI/AAAAAAAAC7w/JaQlpCCnhyM/s1600-h/IMG_8004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SiZ7xLXChHI/AAAAAAAAC7w/JaQlpCCnhyM/s400/IMG_8004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343094092714902642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lelouch Vi Britannia in all his figurine glory. &lt;s&gt;Would very much love to rape him.&lt;/s&gt; Ignore that fugly green thing in the background ruining the whole picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SiZ7xGDESsI/AAAAAAAAC7o/hwbWLbuPGd8/s1600-h/IMG_8005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SiZ7xGDESsI/AAAAAAAAC7o/hwbWLbuPGd8/s400/IMG_8005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343094091288955586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SiZ-dAkOiVI/AAAAAAAAC74/f0fHkH0ZfE4/s1600-h/IMG_8015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SiZ-dAkOiVI/AAAAAAAAC74/f0fHkH0ZfE4/s400/IMG_8015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343097044754925906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't have to worry about my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moe&lt;/span&gt; C.C being lonely anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Another epicly saddening event would be the MTV Awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I give a shit to it but... why the hell did &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; get to sweep most of the honours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Movie, Best Kiss, Best Fight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly enough, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/span&gt; who won the most Oscars this year didn't win anything in MTV Awards. How ironic can this get? And puh-leez, I've seen better kissing scenes than the one in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twilight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously don't understand all the hype about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twilight.&lt;/span&gt; Shallow plot, no depth... Robert Pattinson still irks me whenever I see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SiaAcEmySOI/AAAAAAAAC8I/gM8fAtRtqY4/s1600-h/img-cs-twilight_121701159150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 397px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SiaAcEmySOI/AAAAAAAAC8I/gM8fAtRtqY4/s400/img-cs-twilight_121701159150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343099227682785506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everytime I see him, he looks like a drug addict. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*shrugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5866930619220353961-8529544475658075784?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/8529544475658075784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/06/epicly-saddening.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/8529544475658075784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/8529544475658075784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/06/epicly-saddening.html' title='Epicly saddening.'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SiZ7wmp2PII/AAAAAAAAC7Q/5uTWpOaHvPQ/s72-c/IMG_7999.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-3554902436500622161</id><published>2009-05-30T16:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T18:51:33.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home, where the heart will always be.</title><content type='html'>♫ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listening to: J-E-N-O-V-A - Final Fantasy VII Piano Collections &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last watched: Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood episode 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/amanda_greenleaf1/amarylis-vk10.png" align="left" border="1" /&gt;Classes are over for the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid-term break is here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am back in Ipoh!! My beloved home. My personal paradise!! It's been almost a month since I last came back, so, yeah, figures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate my shit hole now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid-term results! I'm proud of myself ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Public Speaking Skills: 9/10&lt;br /&gt;Introduction to Sociology: 18.5/20&lt;br /&gt;Introduction to Computing and IT: 42/50&lt;br /&gt;Introduction to Mass Communication: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20/20&lt;/span&gt; (yay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo! Even though there weren't any cramming sessions, I'm still glad that my results are good. Especially for Intro to Mass Comm! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*skips happily*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After exam week life has been so darn relaxing. Watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Night at the Museum 2&lt;/span&gt; last Thursday, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monsters vs Aliens&lt;/span&gt; in 3D two days ago. Muahahaha. Both are really good shows, highly recommended to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the parking lot at Gurney Plaza 2 days ago, I just saw the most epic car ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sh9WW2wtr7I/AAAAAAAAC7A/R_5EGshZKVo/s1600-h/Image0214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sh9WW2wtr7I/AAAAAAAAC7A/R_5EGshZKVo/s400/Image0214.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341082633741643698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sh9WWjSkNcI/AAAAAAAAC64/RNdwF6UVTHg/s1600-h/Image0213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sh9WWjSkNcI/AAAAAAAAC64/RNdwF6UVTHg/s400/Image0213.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341082628514919874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sh9WWY2gdTI/AAAAAAAAC6w/w1X1ezVmVFE/s1600-h/Image0212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sh9WWY2gdTI/AAAAAAAAC6w/w1X1ezVmVFE/s400/Image0212.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341082625712878898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ROFL, spread the loveeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Been watching too much Gossip Girl lately so on instinct I just drew out my phone and snap snap! Even the rims have love shapes on it =____= how sickening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I censored the car's number plate by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an epic car O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, and here's a better looking picture of me with my brand new hair colour :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SiDwmYL3d7I/AAAAAAAAC7I/rf7pFJo9c-w/s1600-h/IMG_7993+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SiDwmYL3d7I/AAAAAAAAC7I/rf7pFJo9c-w/s400/IMG_7993+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341533700179326898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM NOT A CAMWHORE. I went out today with my parents for lunch, so just decided take a quick picture of myself to make up for that hideous one below. Hahahaha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you guys for all the comments!! My mom didn't kill me, yay! When I got in the car she called me "ang moh kia" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Caucasian kid)&lt;/span&gt; LOL. And my sister kept touching my hair like I'm some pet with overgrown fur =____=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am beginning to love my fringe ♥ Brunettes FTW!&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/5866930619220353961-3554902436500622161?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/3554902436500622161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/05/home-where-heart-will-always-be.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/3554902436500622161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/3554902436500622161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/05/home-where-heart-will-always-be.html' title='Home, where the heart will always be.'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sh9WW2wtr7I/AAAAAAAAC7A/R_5EGshZKVo/s72-c/Image0214.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-3641453619497866325</id><published>2009-05-23T18:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T19:00:52.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KDU Journal 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Oh hai :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ShfN0rUiZ5I/AAAAAAAAC6g/0SiL19H6Z6I/s1600-h/Image0205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ShfN0rUiZ5I/AAAAAAAAC6g/0SiL19H6Z6I/s400/Image0205.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338962188136769426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo. They all say I look more like an angmoh now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, my mom is gonna kill me the moment I reach Ipoh next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gonna take a better pic when I get home. Phone camera is shit. And I also look like shit without mah precious eye-liner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;P/S&lt;/span&gt; AUDREY! Don't tell mommy!! Or you're screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I actually asked the hairdresser to cut me bangs.&lt;br /&gt;But I look damn retarded in it so I pushed them to the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Or I'd look like Yuki from VK, before she became a vamp =___=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5866930619220353961-3641453619497866325?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/3641453619497866325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/05/d.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/3641453619497866325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/3641453619497866325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/05/d.html' title='KDU Journal 12'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ShfN0rUiZ5I/AAAAAAAAC6g/0SiL19H6Z6I/s72-c/Image0205.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-5140443136932027279</id><published>2009-05-18T17:06:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T22:29:41.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KDU Journal 11</title><content type='html'>♫ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listening to: silent whispers in the library &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last watched: CSI New York Season 5 episode 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/amanda_greenleaf1/Icons/thlulu3_me.gif" align="left" border="1" /&gt;OMFG I've abandoned my blog for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boohoo. It's just that, I don't know why, I was feeling very lazy last week. And with all the exams going around... it was enough to drive me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine you study your ass off reading 5 chapters, and answer only 5 questions in the exam O.o Sounds easy, right? It ain't. Okay, well, it's hard just for the Public Speaking paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first question nearly made me wanna tear my hair out and jump out some random window in campus. It asked us to list down 6 things, explain those 6 things, and the total mark for that question which ridiculously demands you to write lotsa stuff... is only 3 MARKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 measly, miserable marks. Just for writing down answers that are half a page long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, forget about the exams. They are over! Gone! Woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I woke up late this morning. Class was at 9am, and I woke up at 8.40am. Lovely isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My alarm rang at 8am. And I snoozed it. It rang again at 8.10am. I switched off my alarm and decided to dilly-dally on my bed for maybe 5 more minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND OMG, I actually slept off again and even dreamt of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up again, I thought it was really just 5 minutes. And when I turned my head to look at the clock, it was 8.40am. Holy crap. Rushed to bathe, stick in my contact lenses, comb my hair, and speed-walked to campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't even had my breakfast. Sigh. But still! I made it in time for class. Muahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning was really an epic fail =_________=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Public Speaking class today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mr. Mark was talking about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shia Lebeouf&lt;/span&gt;. You know, the boy who played the main character in Disturbia, Transformers, and Eagle Eye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ShEuTvK_LxI/AAAAAAAAC54/PNLEa63OujU/s1600-h/shia-labeouf-plastic-surgery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ShEuTvK_LxI/AAAAAAAAC54/PNLEa63OujU/s400/shia-labeouf-plastic-surgery.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337097950025690898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. That's him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You guys all know what his name means? Lebeouf means The Beef in French. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL!! Whole class laughed like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;So basically we're all calling him &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shia The Beef&lt;/span&gt; in French. Imagine if he comes to Malaysia, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si Daging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha. Talk about more weird names!! Now it's weird surnames!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;III&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;By the way, I am so in love with the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Final Fantasy VII Advent Children Complete&lt;/span&gt; version. So many new scenes!! *O* The one I have in my comp now is just the RMVB file which butchered the quality cause the file has been compressed, and it's the English dub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for my friend, Shmay, to transfer the HD version to me. Japanese version! No subs though. Nevermind, after watching Advent Children so many times in 2005, I think I can still remember what they're talking about. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are some screenshots preview:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Some of the pictures were stolen from Shmay's blog :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Cloud's new sword power!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ShEwPGdtswI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/rd3e0oDAqfE/s1600-h/Cloudswordblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ShEwPGdtswI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/rd3e0oDAqfE/s400/Cloudswordblog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337100069402161922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The epic stabbing scene. OMG. That's so gotta hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ShEwO__NheI/AAAAAAAAC6I/5vGNqtNrRTQ/s1600-h/ac-official129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 231px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ShEwO__NheI/AAAAAAAAC6I/5vGNqtNrRTQ/s400/ac-official129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337100067663611362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember back in the 2005 version, there was no trace of blood at all?&lt;br /&gt;The complete version features a massive bloodspill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ShEwPGjuPLI/AAAAAAAAC6Q/174uMwdg5ho/s1600-h/cloudpain+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ShEwPGjuPLI/AAAAAAAAC6Q/174uMwdg5ho/s400/cloudpain+blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337100069427362994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bet you didn't know Yazoo's bike can do that eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ShEwOQNDSiI/AAAAAAAAC6A/zpM3nJyKwYM/s1600-h/ac-official128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 231px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ShEwOQNDSiI/AAAAAAAAC6A/zpM3nJyKwYM/s400/ac-official128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337100054836759074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;IV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My birthday: May 15. Most miserable birthday ever COMPARED to the ones I had in the past 17 years. Being away from home has never been this sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still I'm grateful to all who wished me =) Wish I could see you guys. Heck, I didn't even get to spend it with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my dad called on the night of May 14, asking me whether I was going back home last weekend, I said no, my exams were until 3.30. And he said "Oh, so this is going to be your first birthday away from home..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit, nearly teared up in the bathroom when I heard that :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. But special thanks to Vina, who called at 12am to wish me and we chatted away on the phone to 1am! When I was about to switch off my phone, 1.01am, Agnes called. Wow, perfect timing! O.o haha. Chatted away like nobody's business with her until 1.30. And slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry June!! I didn't get to answer your call because I was talking with Vina at that time &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*apologizes profusely*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again to Vina and also Yukana for your birthday posts!! And also my darling Anna and Aqi, who made beautiful artworks for me!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*hugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/S&lt;/span&gt; Liz, the answer to the lady's skirt thingy is "Because it's long enough to cover everything, but short enough to keep people interested."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Library's closing soon. Gotta get my assignment done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Am suppose to talk about a story book for Intro to Mass Comm.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so gonna do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Private&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5866930619220353961-5140443136932027279?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/5140443136932027279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/05/kdu-journal-11.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/5140443136932027279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/5140443136932027279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/05/kdu-journal-11.html' title='KDU Journal 11'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ShEuTvK_LxI/AAAAAAAAC54/PNLEa63OujU/s72-c/shia-labeouf-plastic-surgery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-2141713135017748383</id><published>2009-05-11T18:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T20:14:40.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KDU Journal 10</title><content type='html'>♫ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listening to: Karma - Kokia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last watched: Romance in the Rain episode 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/amanda_greenleaf1/ICONATOR_cd2cdcf10141d5379ccc2533ee.jpg" align="left" border="1" /&gt;Yay for Journal number 10!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams start tomorrow. And the worst thing is that classes still go on as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total madness. Guess what? My classes are until 4pm tomorrow. Therefore, the exam starts at 4.30pm tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=__________= Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Public Speaking class today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. Mark:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Not to be offensive or anything, but I have met quite a number of people with very funny names. I'm serious. I once had a student called "Beh Tong Hai". &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOL What kinda stupid name is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. Mark:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In Hokkien it means 'cannot touch the sea' lah. But in Cantonese... uh, it's another meaning already. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't think many people know what it means in Cantonese. I do!! I do!! Vina, I know!! Aren't you proud of me? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. Mark:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Then there's this student, his name is See Tiam Kui. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA. Everyone laughed like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. Mark:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It means four something &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(as in the time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crazy parents eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, here's the best part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. Mark:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This happened when I was reading through the class list to take attendance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela Yong.&lt;br /&gt;Jason Chan.&lt;br /&gt;Audrey Teh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;**bunch of random names** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Kok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"oh uh, sorry ah. I didn't mean it that way." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFLMAO!!! OMG MAN. Funniest name EVER. Dunno why out of so many names, he wants to choose the name Harry as his English name =____=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at first I was a bit slow at getting the joke. The boys in front started laughing immediately after they heard the name. At first I was like, huh? Sudden blur case. Until my brain started functioning. Then I got the OTHER meaning. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm eternally grateful to my parents for giving me a normal name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very brief post cause nothing interesting has happened except Public Speaking class =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;P/S &lt;/span&gt;I have absolutely NOTHING to look forward to on my birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5866930619220353961-2141713135017748383?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/2141713135017748383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/05/kdu-journal-10.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/2141713135017748383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/2141713135017748383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/05/kdu-journal-10.html' title='KDU Journal 10'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-308103656508952468</id><published>2009-05-08T20:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T23:54:09.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KDU Journal 9</title><content type='html'>♫ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listening to: Kimi Shinitamou Koto Nakare - May'n &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last watched: Romance in the Rain episode 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/amanda_greenleaf1/vkgripme.png" align="left" border="1" /&gt;Sigh, the weekends are here again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my experiences in the dorm during weekends have never been happy ones. 80% of the people have fled the building to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me think of my home, makes me think of how happy I was last week when I went out with my friends... Mother's Day is this Sunday, makes me think of my mom, and I'm wondering if my sister will remember to give my mom the present I bought for her last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the mid-term test is in FOUR days. Makes me more depressed than I already am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say hello to emo Mandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Updates this week: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wondering why do most of the unsavoury characters in movies bear my name =___=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taken&lt;/span&gt; (if you remember my post in March), the character Amanda in that show is damn &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;miang&lt;/span&gt;, she wanted to sleep with a guy whom she just met like, one hour ago. Ew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my friends snickering at me silently in the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this time it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Havoc&lt;/span&gt;. 2005 film. Don't bother wondering why you haven't heard of the show before. This film was banned in Malaysia due to explicit scenes of nudity and vulgarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotsa FUCK words here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not even the most appalling part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne Hathaway IS THE STAR. Like OMG. My image of her being an innocent, naive girl who only acts in chick flicks like Princess Diaries and Bride Wars, has been COMPLETELY shattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the point - the Amanda in this show is... ew. Mixing with all sorts of random guys, taking drugs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first we didn't know her name. Until this scene in the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Random disgusting perverted-looking guy: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whats your name?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh I'm Er-man-der."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pronunciation took 1.5 seconds (joking) to be registered into my mind first, and before I had the chance to say OH MY GOD mentally, the next thing I knew, the whole class was laughing at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=___= All of them. 42 of them. Laughing out loud at me. Me. Me. Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn embarrassing man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I found out during Intro to Mass Comm class this week on The Star Online website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Secretary accidentally bites off boss' penis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hahaha. Give yourself a minute before you continue reading :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A SECRETARY accidentally bit off the penis of her employer while giving him oral sex in a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin Chew Daily and China Press reported yesterday that while the 30-year-old woman was performing oral sex on the man, the car was hit by a reversing van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The impact of the crash, China Press reported, caused the woman to bite off her lover’s organ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The daily reported that the incident occurred in a Singapore park where the couple met after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make matters worse for the woman, her husband had sent a private investigator to spy on her after suspecting that she was being unfaithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The investigator said he had followed the woman and her boss to the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“On reaching the park, they did not alight from the car. Not long after, the car started to shake violently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the car was hit by the van, there was a loud scream from the woman whose mouth was covered with blood,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman later followed her lover to the hospital with part of the sexual organ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The investigator, who called an ambulance to send the man to hospital, said that this was the first time he had encountered such an incident.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh mah lord. What is happening to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;III&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for the Animanga Club meeting today. And found out that all the girls in the club who read Vampire Knight manga love Kaname! I felt so happy =) I was beginning to think that Zero fans were gonna conquer the world =___=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I brought my laptop along to the meeting, and my desktop wallpaper was this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: normal;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SgQ1ej0OEDI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/R-hXEt2wK7g/s1600-h/vkwall03pink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SgQ1ej0OEDI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/R-hXEt2wK7g/s400/vkwall03pink.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333446657840123954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Once my screen loaded the desktop, they were all like "OMG! Kaname-sama!!!" and started squealing all over. Weeee, the true spirit of fangirlling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Then they started talking about Chapter 49 in VK (ahem, spoilers, y'all).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yay, Kaname and Yuuki are finally together!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yeah yeah, he took her back to the mansion some more!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Then he kissed her!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Then sucked her blood... OMG!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Yeah, more squealing~ you can pretty much imagine the scene involving 4 rabid fangirls =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;EVEN THE HUMAN RESOURCE MANAGER OF THE CLUB - namely Eric - is gay for Kaname. &lt;/span&gt;I know, shocking right? He told me on MSN that one day if he turns gay, he's gonna hunt down Kaname, and asked me to don't snatch Kaname away from him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Yaoi much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5866930619220353961-308103656508952468?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/308103656508952468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/05/kdu-journal-9.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/308103656508952468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/308103656508952468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/05/kdu-journal-9.html' title='KDU Journal 9'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SgQ1ej0OEDI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/R-hXEt2wK7g/s72-c/vkwall03pink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-2828903929333853770</id><published>2009-05-04T15:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T16:15:43.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KDU Journal 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just decided to blog about something random cause I have assignments to do and I have nothing much to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;May 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sf6ZUxdZXlI/AAAAAAAAC5A/xT2mD7Gs0XM/s1600-h/IMG_7875+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sf6ZUxdZXlI/AAAAAAAAC5A/xT2mD7Gs0XM/s400/IMG_7875+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331867591006314066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;THEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;September, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sf6ZU254Q6I/AAAAAAAAC5I/9GFUCuTL1X0/s1600-h/n638341481_1008435_7738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sf6ZU254Q6I/AAAAAAAAC5I/9GFUCuTL1X0/s400/n638341481_1008435_7738.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331867592467956642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sorry Vina for cropping you away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG I looked so retarded okay??! Not to mention, nerdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't laugh. Can't believe I could live with myself looking like that last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Public Speaking Class today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. Mark:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;So you're imagining that, maybe one day, LEE HOM might come and whisk you away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clarissa and I:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Tak mau. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(don't want)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. Mark:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Go on his knees and ask you to be with him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clarissa and I:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Tak mau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. Mark:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;And drive you up to his expensive penthouse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clarissa and I:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Tak mau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. Mark:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Where there's a hundred servants ready to serve you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clarissa and I:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Tak mau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. Mark:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;And you can live the rest of your life being a 'tai tai'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clarissa and I:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Tak mau. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. Mark:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Tak mau? Then siapa lu mau? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Don't want? Then who do you want?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clarissa and I:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;*starts thinking*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. Mark:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Okay then, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;HUGH JACKMAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; leaves his wife and asks you to be with him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. Clarissa and I started giggling and blushing like mad fanatics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. Mark:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;And wraps you in his Wolverine-like arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA OMG. From giggling to lol'ing, we're nuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wish Yukana and Anna were with me in class. We'd have the time of our life laughing like nobody's business again. Hugh Jackman fans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. Mark:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;A speech, ladies and gentlemen, is like a lady's skirt. Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guy in class:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Because the shorter, the better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFLMAO. Good one!! But pity him, he got a good whack from Mr. Mark. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Exams on 12th to 15th. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5866930619220353961-2828903929333853770?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/2828903929333853770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/05/kdu-journal-8.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/2828903929333853770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/2828903929333853770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/05/kdu-journal-8.html' title='KDU Journal 8'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sf6ZUxdZXlI/AAAAAAAAC5A/xT2mD7Gs0XM/s72-c/IMG_7875+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-6496356423288801613</id><published>2009-05-01T21:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:19:37.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Labour's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Screw Jusco for implementing the Auto-pay System!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As if there's not enough traffic congestion around the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, whether you're exiting or entering Jusco, you have to bloody line up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sfr5hlrB_MI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/sA-VSwkN4sk/s1600-h/IMG_7858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sfr5hlrB_MI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/sA-VSwkN4sk/s400/IMG_7858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330847464389999810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sfr5hrEYcbI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/ka2d1eeD4AU/s1600-h/IMG_7859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sfr5hrEYcbI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/ka2d1eeD4AU/s400/IMG_7859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330847465838506418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sfr5h4ekwPI/AAAAAAAAC4g/E0iHAYP1vWU/s1600-h/IMG_7861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sfr5h4ekwPI/AAAAAAAAC4g/E0iHAYP1vWU/s400/IMG_7861.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330847469438025970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sfr5h6oDieI/AAAAAAAAC4o/0kHe7AO1Qns/s1600-h/IMG_7862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sfr5h6oDieI/AAAAAAAAC4o/0kHe7AO1Qns/s400/IMG_7862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330847470014663138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sfr5iT9xQKI/AAAAAAAAC4w/zTRY4RodD2Y/s1600-h/IMG_7863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sfr5iT9xQKI/AAAAAAAAC4w/zTRY4RodD2Y/s400/IMG_7863.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330847476816625826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can't believe that just after one month I left Ipoh, Jusco has become like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Back in the mall, my sis and I did something mischievous at the Jusco Suggestion Box. On the paper right under the sentence &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"please give us your suggestions/comments to help us in improving our service"&lt;/span&gt; I wrote these big fat words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Get rid of the Auto-pay System. It is causing a lot of unnecessary traffic jam and trouble. Jusco has survived for 10 years without it, why start now?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, yeah, I submitted it, WITHOUT writing my name of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my sister said everytime she goes to Jusco she'll write what I wrote and submit it. Bwahahaha. We're evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO! Jusco's the one whose evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the cinema this afternoon to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wolverine&lt;/span&gt; with Yukana and Kian Siang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;No spoilers&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sfr8UtWFcWI/AAAAAAAAC44/bN20mqE_rEM/s1600-h/x_men_origins_wolverine_movie_poster1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sfr8UtWFcWI/AAAAAAAAC44/bN20mqE_rEM/s400/x_men_origins_wolverine_movie_poster1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330850541646213474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really good! Especially the funny scenes! Action was goddamn amazing. But seriously, I LOVE the funny scenes!! Bahahahaha. Yukana and I were lol'ing like nobody's business. Go watch it and find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today was freakin' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;celaka&lt;/span&gt;. The air-con in the cinema broke down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine sitting in a cinema full of people watching a show without the air-con functioning. IT WAS SO WARM. I couldn't really concentrate on the show at first cause I kept fanning myself and ranted to my ex-colleagues about the air-con.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It broke down this morning, in Cinema 1, 2, 3 and 4."&lt;/span&gt; said Bee Vee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=__________= 4 cinemas without functioning air-cons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I had seriously considered demanding for a refund.&lt;/s&gt; Damn the air-cons. Just because today is Labour's Day doesn't mean that they can cut the air-cons some slack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;[EDIT]&lt;/span&gt; Oh oh, and the ladies toilet in the cinema was UNDER RENOVATION. What the hell? Just 15 minutes into the show and I suddenly had the urge to pee. But, was lazy to walk all the way down to the other ladies toilet. And I was sitting right in the middle of the row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So? Slowly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tahan lah.&lt;/span&gt; Unlike someone who chased all the boys out and marched into the boys toilet to pee. *coughsYukanacoughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping later on with my mom and sis. Bought my formal wear for college presentations, an evening dinner dress, and a new pair of heels :)&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/5866930619220353961-6496356423288801613?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/6496356423288801613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/05/labours-day.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/6496356423288801613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/6496356423288801613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/05/labours-day.html' title='Labour&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sfr5hlrB_MI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/sA-VSwkN4sk/s72-c/IMG_7858.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-110903737699898828</id><published>2009-04-30T18:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T19:28:29.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The way home.</title><content type='html'>♫ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listening to: Trust You - Yuna Itou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last watched: 07 Ghost episode 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/amanda_greenleaf1/VampireKnight--__--7457034654376037.jpg" align="left" border="1" /&gt;I'm back in Ipoh again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now slurping the laksa from Gunung Rapat while typing this delicious blog post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....erm, okay, that sounded weird. I'm now slurping the delicious laksa from GR while typing this blog post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. Feeling too ecstatic about being home and savouring good food again. Going to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wolverine&lt;/span&gt; with Yukana and Kian Siang tomorrow. Can't wait to meet them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna blog about this particular lady who was in the same bus with me just now. One thing extremely annoying about her is that, she. just. can't. stop. talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like oh my God, all the way from Penang to Ipoh, she kept on yapping and blabbering away like nobody's business. I mean, it's okay for her to talk but her voice was very loud. I think the whole bus could hear her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in my seat, trying to close my eyes and get a good rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time she started to get on my nerves was when she was talking on the phone in Hokkien with her freakin' loud voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to shout "Oi! Chao ja bo, siu sia lah!" Which basically means, shut up you damn woman. But then she said 'byebye' and hung up so I didn't know if I actually had that audacity in me. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I could finally get some peace and quiet. But nooooo, she started yapping to the girl sitting beside her, not in Hokkien, in English this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non-stop talking. Got very fed up of hearing her stupid voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh my husband is a very good man, when we got married he..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tolerance, Amanda, tolerance. I tried to sleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You know my son? He's a very good boy, he always finishes his homework, but he likes to put gel on his hair..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD. Like who cares?? I decided to look at the scenery outside the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yeah, and then my daughter found this really good boy as her boyfriend. I was quite worried at first, cause you know lah, I dunno if she can concentrate or not..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. Now it's her daughter's love life. I plugged in my earphones and listened to Shinkuu no Diamond Crevasse by May'n.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I tell you, there was once my boss gave me this weird task to do..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still hear her... talking about her boss. This woman is scary. It's like she's telling the whole world about her family history and other people who are related to her. Ew, scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh, and one thing I learnt from my grandchildren is that..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE SAVE ME THIS CRAZY OLD WOMAN'S TALKING ABOUT HER GRANDCHILDREN NOW LIKE WHO CARES MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yes, and you must always let them know that you love them, tell them 'I love you' everyday..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Woman! Shut up for a while can or not? People are dying here! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...nope, didn't get the chance to shout that at her either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Well at least I'm quite happy with who I am, and with my life cause I'm quite lucky to get a good husband..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ew. Would not consider being acquainted to you a lucky thing cause you're like, telling everyone about every single person in your life and what they did to you. And I don't consider being in the same bus as you a good thing too. So please, now that you're done with your family's history, can you please shut up??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. We've reached the bus station. Time to get off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me how I can remember what she said. I just did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a lucky draw session for the March Intake students at 12pm today at the foyer!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to that, our Sociology class was dismissed 1 hour earlier. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The lucky draw prizes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Bluethunder 19-inch LCD screen monitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SfmIxrGjS9I/AAAAAAAAC3w/67KmIYWEeLg/s1600-h/Image0162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SfmIxrGjS9I/AAAAAAAAC3w/67KmIYWEeLg/s400/Image0162.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330442020934863826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SfmIxgX8fKI/AAAAAAAAC34/GdyOi7Lcj94/s1600-h/Image0163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SfmIxgX8fKI/AAAAAAAAC34/GdyOi7Lcj94/s400/Image0163.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330442018055027874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spot the elegant-looking 19 inch monitor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And OMG, Alverna from our class was so lucky. Her student number was drawn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SfmIx0T_HlI/AAAAAAAAC4A/vuwC1hUEuwU/s1600-h/Image0165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SfmIx0T_HlI/AAAAAAAAC4A/vuwC1hUEuwU/s400/Image0165.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330442023407132242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alverna you go girl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 lucky March intake students who won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SfmIyAZQBuI/AAAAAAAAC4I/sji1GdhNmlg/s1600-h/Image0166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SfmIyAZQBuI/AAAAAAAAC4I/sji1GdhNmlg/s400/Image0166.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330442026650437346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get it :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who cares, I already have a 19-inch LCD monitor screen at home. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to love my college even more. They give away free monitor screens!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5866930619220353961-110903737699898828?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/110903737699898828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/04/way-home.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/110903737699898828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/110903737699898828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/04/way-home.html' title='The way home.'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SfmIxrGjS9I/AAAAAAAAC3w/67KmIYWEeLg/s72-c/Image0162.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-1244648898859776998</id><published>2009-04-27T19:42:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T21:12:36.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KDU Journal 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;During Sociology class today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ms. Ruby: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;If someone keeps telling you you're pretty then you'll really think that you're pretty. And if someone keeps telling you you're stupid like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;'Hey badak! Why you so stupid??'&lt;/span&gt; Then you'll also think that you're as stupid as a badak.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everyone was merely giggling at the joke, I was lol'ing in my heart. 5S9 inside joke. But then again, there was no one whom I can tell the joke to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Ms. Ruby were to crack that joke in my class last year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would probably be guffawing with Agnes and exchange nasty jokes.&lt;br /&gt;June would also probably be lol'ing.&lt;br /&gt;Vina would probably say "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aiyer&lt;/span&gt; you guys are so mean."&lt;br /&gt;Mayshan would probably just laugh and shrug it off.&lt;br /&gt;Wennie would probably be whispering with Jin Yee while laughing.&lt;br /&gt;And Tracy would probably just roll her eyes at the immature snickering around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the days....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and it's confirmed. My birthday is during the mid-term test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, ohmygodwhatthefucknotagainscrewthisall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least the world is being slightly merciful to me as 15th May is the last day of the mid-term test. First time having my birthday somewhere else other than my hometown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;The first serious Public Speaking assignment has finally landed its big glorious ass on us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Assignment #1: Team Assignment (30%)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You will form a group of 3 – 4 people. This is your presentation team. You are to present a 6 minute business presentation.  Your topic is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Proposal for a new TV show for the channel KDU-TV.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are to create your own TV show/series for this assignment. Your purpose is to inform the audience about this new TV show (what it’s all about) and why it will be a hit among the viewers of KDU-TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are to have a proper introduction, have 3 main points with 2 supporting points each. A conclusion that ties together your presentation is essential. A professional appearance is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mandatory&lt;/span&gt;. Your target audience is the Board of Directors of KDU-TV and this role will be played by your classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You must be prepared for a Question &amp;amp; Answer session after your presentation as the Board of Directors will be asking questions. How well you answer the questions will be taken into consideration when your assignment is graded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG man. A new TV show? If it's that easy I'd probably be a producer/director already. Eh, Manda, think I would look like a killer lawyer like you in a formal suit? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/S&lt;/span&gt; It's KDU Journal number 7 already, and I'm still hoping for something like Private to happen here. Not the bitches part. The cute boys part. Psss, Vina, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dash McCafferty&lt;/span&gt; x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5866930619220353961-1244648898859776998?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/1244648898859776998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/04/kdu-journal-7.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/1244648898859776998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/1244648898859776998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/04/kdu-journal-7.html' title='KDU Journal 7'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-2455576271924941523</id><published>2009-04-23T20:49:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T22:12:01.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KDU Journal 6</title><content type='html'>♫ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listening to: Karma - Kokia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last watched: Pandora Hearts episode 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/amanda_greenleaf1/847-1.png" align="left" border="1" /&gt; Yo. I deeply apologize for the lack of updates. Ain’t nothing you can do with a terrible line at the dorm. This makes me miss home even more :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the line's surprisingly good tonight. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I’ll just post the important updates this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Homework of the week: watch TV. Woot. That’s for Public Speaking class. And Mr. Mark was like, “So nice hor, in Mass Comm you guys get to watch TV as homework.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happily concur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deal is that we have to pick our favourite TV host and identify his/her weaknesses and strengths when he/she is hosting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked Ellen Degeneres. And for days I’ve been watching her videos on Youtube (figures cause there’s no Astro in my dorm), looking out for the slightest flaw she has during hosting and the verdict? Zero. Zilch. Nada. Well I guess she’s too awesome a host to possess any MORTAL weakness which might tarnish her fantabulous career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna use that sentence as an excuse if Mr Mark asks me why I can’t spot her flaws. Bahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, and then there’s Mr Irwan from Intro to Mass Comm class, who told us to youtube &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Susan Boyle”&lt;/span&gt; and watch her performance on Britains Got Talent. And holy crap, her voice is just… stunning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s practically the talk of my college. Even when I’m in the cafeteria showing the video to my friend, I noticed another group of students sitting in front of me, they were watching Susan Boyle as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY&amp;amp;feature=channel_page"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY&amp;amp;feature=channel_page&lt;/a&gt; (I'm posting the link because embedding of the video has been disabled by uploader's request.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the video!! Seriously. Or you’ll regret it. And don’t be fooled by her looks. &lt;s&gt;Even though she has those bushy thick eye-brows and looks like a man.&lt;/s&gt; Ahem. And that video has more than 40 million views as we speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;YES! The full version for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phantom ~Requiem for the Phantom~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;’s opening song is finally released. Karma, sung by Kokia. One of the best anime opening songs ever. Even my (new) roommate, Amina who is from Morocco, likes it and asked me to send her the song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="280" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GjvwrPql6cg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GjvwrPql6cg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="280" width="500"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't ask me why Ranka Lee from Macross Frontier is there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted! I'm gonna replay it on my iTunes till the play count bursts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thursday&lt;/u&gt; (today)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went out with my gang of classmates to GSC Gurney Plaza (!!!) to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He’s Just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not&lt;/span&gt; That Into You.&lt;/span&gt; (See? I’m back to my normal self, now that I can mingle around normally just like any other ordinary human being)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mild spoilers.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SfBl2QatFeI/AAAAAAAAC3o/VQEgy-7mOdI/s1600-h/hes_just_not_that_into_you_ver2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SfBl2QatFeI/AAAAAAAAC3o/VQEgy-7mOdI/s400/hes_just_not_that_into_you_ver2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327870341973612002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show sucks. Please don’t watch it. I nearly &lt;s&gt;died&lt;/s&gt; slept in the cinema. Kept wondering when was the freakin’ show gonna end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. It’s another bimbotic show. I suppose &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Confessions of a Shopaholic&lt;/span&gt; is better. (My roommate got the DVD so I’m gonna watch it on my laptop soon.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that really irks me about the show is that they portray women as poor, helpless, bimbotic creatures who are desperately desperate to be in a relationship. Like what the fuck? That’s just so ridiculous, like, puh-leeeeeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main character whose name eludes me, she’s the one with short and slightly curled hair, yeah, she makes me feel like bitch slapping her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was actually a scene in the show which made me say “Get a life!” out loud in the cinema. It was THAT bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, everyone is entitled to their own opinion. If you like bimbotic shows with silly drama and relationship problems, by all means, go for it. I won’t stop you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any Manglish in this post? Hopefully not.&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/5866930619220353961-2455576271924941523?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/2455576271924941523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/04/kdu-journal-6.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/2455576271924941523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/2455576271924941523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/04/kdu-journal-6.html' title='KDU Journal 6'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SfBl2QatFeI/AAAAAAAAC3o/VQEgy-7mOdI/s72-c/hes_just_not_that_into_you_ver2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-6820294945544903489</id><published>2009-04-19T11:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T14:03:51.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Eat and run."</title><content type='html'>♫ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listening to: Again - Yui &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last watched: Valkyria Chronicles episode 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/amanda_greenleaf1/emperorlelouch.png" align="left" border="1" /&gt;Yesterday I seriously had the best sushi-eating experience of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The incessant chattering and crazy laughter at our table, ah, I didn't know that catching up with friends would be this enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Agnes and June first. Agnes is just the same as always, abusing the F word in many humanly possible ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was talking about swearing in class, and suddenly she said "But my roommate cannot fuck &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one lah&lt;/span&gt;, she's damn holy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly choked in my drink. "Did you know what you just said?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June was laughing like a hyena already. Hahaha. But we all got the meaning - her roommate doesn't swear and say the F word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after a while, she was talking about her results. "My mom saw my results, and she fucked me I tell you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again, I nearly choked. "Oi, how your mother fuck you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wor&lt;/span&gt;?" LOL. But again, we got the meaning - her mother must have nagged the whole roof down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times, good times. Then at 1.30 I met up with Yukana and Kian Siang as promised. God, the sashimi, I'm so in love with the sashimi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Okay, I confess, I didn't take the picture. I googled it, but my plate of sashimi looked something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SeqiLD6h_PI/AAAAAAAAC3g/Hfx4ityT-rs/s1600-h/images_pic-medium-25289-toro_sashimi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SeqiLD6h_PI/AAAAAAAAC3g/Hfx4ityT-rs/s400/images_pic-medium-25289-toro_sashimi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326247820232097010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I'm salivating over it again now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Juicy pieces of raw salmon, with slices of cucumber. Mmmm. Looking at the picture, I have this uncontrollable urge to squeeze the lemon over the salmon, and pop one slice into my mouth, mixed with ginger + soy sauce + slices of cucumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We had a lovely time eating and chatting away just like old times, back when we need not worry about anything in the world except for our jobs. But, now, all 3 of us are ex-staffs of TGV. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Ahem, and here comes the TRUE context of this post: we ate and ran. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Technically, that's the meaning of not footing the bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did! It's just that... the waitress who was counting the plates, somehow, LEFT OUT my plate of sashimi and Kian Siang's plate of scallops, which costs a hefty RM10.90 per plate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, I just paid 6 bucks for my plate of baby octopuses. Imagine - walking out of Sushi King without needing to spend more than 6 bucks. God forbid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of the Sushi King staffs noticed, and none of us said anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, thats why I said this is the best sushi-eating experience ever. My plate of sashimi was freeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did plan to do something about it. But... we didn't. And in the end, June just told us to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;faster run away before they notice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so it's official, I don't dare to step into Jusco's Sushi King anymore. I'm scared they might recognize me as "the girl who ran away without paying for her plate of sashimi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the next time when I come back, I have to disguise myself by wearing a tudung to go in -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Sunday morning, and I'm wondering why am I sitting on my bed, blogging, instead of being on a bus back to my shit hole in Penang. And my class starts at 9am tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all thanks to my mother's genius plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Tomorrow morning, we start the journey at 6.30am, reach there at 8.30am, you freshen up a bit, then go off to class straight away.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siao! And my classes end at 1pm! Tomorrow I'm gonna be like a dead animal the whole morning. Can't believe my own mother planned this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post still has Manglish in it. Meh. My English has rotted, has gone down the drain, and got flushed away to Indah Water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On a side note:&lt;/span&gt; if you're watching &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood&lt;/span&gt;, I found out from Kai Wen that the full version of the opening song &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Again - Yui&lt;/span&gt;, has been leaked out to the Internet and therefore, you can download it by clicking this link &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?j3mmxdjmmyd"&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?j3mmxdjmmyd&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5866930619220353961-6820294945544903489?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/6820294945544903489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/04/eat-and-run.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/6820294945544903489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/6820294945544903489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/04/eat-and-run.html' title='&quot;Eat and run.&quot;'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SeqiLD6h_PI/AAAAAAAAC3g/Hfx4ityT-rs/s72-c/images_pic-medium-25289-toro_sashimi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-92332779919037175</id><published>2009-04-18T10:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T18:18:16.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home sweet home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm finally back in Ipoh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sek5Hpo41ZI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/I04CB5JajC4/s1600-h/Image0160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sek5Hpo41ZI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/I04CB5JajC4/s400/Image0160.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325850837941540242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, everything at home here seems a little nicer than usual. Yesterday's twilight scenery in Ipoh was so beautiful. Even the air smells fresher here. Ah, home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have nothing interesting to blog about, cause right now I'm feeling a bit feverish and I have a sore throat :( Must have gotten dehydrated during the bus trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a bus all the way home on my own by the way! I'm so proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna stuff myself with all the good Ipoh food before I go back to Penang. I dunno why everyone keeps harping on Penang food being REALLY nice, well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sorry lah&lt;/span&gt;, I don't have the means to travel around the island to explore where all the good food is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ipoh food is still the best! The bak kut teh in my house area is so damn good. The pork chop rice as well. And the "gai si hor fun". And the laksa in Gunung Rapat is mouth-watering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out to meet up with Yukana and Kian Siang at Sushi King later. I want sushi!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to do something about my English. Dunno why all the Manglish keeps spewing its way outta my mouth even in blog posts these days. That's SO not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5866930619220353961-92332779919037175?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/92332779919037175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/04/home-sweet-home.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/92332779919037175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/92332779919037175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/04/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home sweet home.'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sek5Hpo41ZI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/I04CB5JajC4/s72-c/Image0160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-7321215964383809770</id><published>2009-04-13T17:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T18:24:09.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KDU Journal 5</title><content type='html'>♫ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listening to: Marukaite Chikyuu - Daisuke Namikawa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last watched: Tales of the Abyss episode 26 (END)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/amanda_greenleaf1/16225127.jpg" align="left" border="1" /&gt;Wow, line is surprisingly okay today at my dorm so I'm gonna try blogging here for once instead of being in the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's my life? I feel like I'm living like a beggar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday have to worry about what to eat for dinner, where to go for dinner, yadda yadda yadda. On weekdays I just have to worry about dinner cause I can have my lunch in the cafeteria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on weekends, oh my God. Lunch and dinner, what to eat??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had bun and biscuits for dinner last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Life has never been this miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm all prepared, I bought wholemeal bread, tuna and eggs. So I can fry eggs to go with the tuna sandwich. I really wish I knew how to cook proper meals :( And Yukana, finding a boyfriend who knows how to cook is NOT an option!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in Public Speaking class, Mr. Mark Felix told us something very interesting about the F word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You know last time in old England, when a man and a woman get married, before they have their "special wedding night" together on the bed, the man had to ask for permission from the king. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all like OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Yeah, so the word Fuck stands for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;F&lt;/span&gt;ornication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;U&lt;/span&gt;nder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;C&lt;/span&gt;onsent of the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;K&lt;/span&gt;ing.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double OMG. We didn't know that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;But please ah, that doesn't mean that you can go around in the cafeteria and say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fornicationunderconsentoftheking&lt;/span&gt; instead of the F word. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, the whole class laughed. Then he said the F word also had another meaning, this was due to the famous unsolved murder case of Jack the Ripper, who killed 7 prostitutes, and he disemboweled and mutilated their bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first thought was Grell from Kuroshitsuji! Hearing Junjun's deep, sexy, Lulu voice being turned into a total gayish one, gah! Junjun's just so totally amazing, I wish-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, back to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In this case, the F word stands for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;F&lt;/span&gt;elonious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;U&lt;/span&gt;se of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;C&lt;/span&gt;arnal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;K&lt;/span&gt;nowledge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Meaning he committed a crime by abusing his knowledge of the human body. Mr. Mark also mentioned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In those days, if you said a prostitute got eff-ed in London, it means that she got killed and her internal organs got dug out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these days, if you say a prostitute got eff-ed in London, it means... you know lah. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. I really love Mr. Mark Felix's class. He tells us about lotsa funny things and cracks a joke everytime. He a lecturer and also an entertainer! He can mimic perfect American and British accent, and also Indian accent! I totally salute him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During sociology class, Ms. Ruby was talking about marriage. She asked, who agrees to the statement, most people marry out of love? It was like, duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she asked, who wants to marry for money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On first instinct, I wanted to shout Tracy! Tracy! and tease her about the joke. And thats when I remembered, oh crap, I'm in college now, she isn't in class :( And there's no one I can tell the joke to :(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Screw this all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5866930619220353961-7321215964383809770?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/7321215964383809770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/04/kdu-journal-5.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/7321215964383809770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/7321215964383809770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/04/kdu-journal-5.html' title='KDU Journal 5'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-8128045446577820081</id><published>2009-04-09T15:26:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T16:34:17.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KDU Journal 4 + GSC</title><content type='html'>♫ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listening to: people tapping on the keyboards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last watched: Soul Eater episode 51 (END)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://img11.imageshack.us/img11/6756/823.png" align="left" border="1" /&gt;Okay, it's confirmed that I'm 90% back to my normal self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to the cafeteria for lunch with my friends, and I'm kinda amazed that I could actually laugh out loud again. Go me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm enjoying classes a lot, and seriously, even though the duration of 1 class is 2 hours, the lecturers make it seem like 20 minutes only. So far my favourite class is Public Speaking. Mr. Mark Felix is the best lecturer ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sociology class today was suppose to end at 1pm but Ms. Ruby was in a good mood I guess? She dismissed us half an hour early. Ah. I could get use to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wait till the assignments start piling up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Code Geass R2&lt;/span&gt; anime screening on Tuesday in Lecture Theatre 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sd2soI0UnPI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/wQWHOH5yj08/s1600-h/Image0153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sd2soI0UnPI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/wQWHOH5yj08/s400/Image0153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322600140183477490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sd2soD3vWtI/AAAAAAAAC3I/Mpyv3TALB2k/s1600-h/Image0152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sd2soD3vWtI/AAAAAAAAC3I/Mpyv3TALB2k/s400/Image0152.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322600138855635666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lulu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still miss TGV though. I was going through my folders just now and found out that Tracy actually used my laptop and recorded a video of me doing tele-sales. On my last day of work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-796de2cb4ac0d069" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D796de2cb4ac0d069%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330079794%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D11A4087FE058977C44AB0D7A29B5916EE919F243.8536712E472BC04D64568D77B04F09662642A747%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D796de2cb4ac0d069%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dhq2ZOg2EIMvfqkBeZLQ4nxtvRGM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D796de2cb4ac0d069%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330079794%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D11A4087FE058977C44AB0D7A29B5916EE919F243.8536712E472BC04D64568D77B04F09662642A747%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D796de2cb4ac0d069%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dhq2ZOg2EIMvfqkBeZLQ4nxtvRGM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Obviously the one behind me making funny hand gestures around my head is Sau Yin! And Tracy's on my left, smiling to herself and trying to keep her face out of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today ah? 2pm.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For how many people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Six.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, I'll give you the back row, center, is that okay?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I have your name please?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J-U-N *surprised*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your phone number?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0165039708&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay, so Race to Witch Mountain today 2pm 6 tickets ah.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your booking number is 136900.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to come 1 hour earlier to collect your tickets ah.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh shucks. I didn't realize that the way I speak was so manglish. So many "ah" at the back =__=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you're wondering about my surprised reaction at 0:16, its because the customer's name made me think of a certain awesome seiyu whose deep and smexy voice makes my knees go weak everytime. Weeeee :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, my banana sistah Manda brought me to GSC Gurney Plaza last Sunday and OMG it's so much nicer than TGV Ipoh I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so amazed that I acted like a lunatic, fawning over the place and walking round and round to admire the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YUKANA!! One day wanna go GSC Gurney Plaza and work or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the ticket counter. So nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sd2rE1GT_8I/AAAAAAAAC24/UDFjUAwMKFo/s1600-h/Image0149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sd2rE1GT_8I/AAAAAAAAC24/UDFjUAwMKFo/s400/Image0149.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322598434083176386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Do excuse the terrible picture quality because my phone's camera is retarded, even though its 3.2MP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They have this really nice display screens attached to the pillars for viewing convenience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sd2sn9u3JSI/AAAAAAAAC3A/BIM9nZz6Gc0/s1600-h/Image0142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sd2sn9u3JSI/AAAAAAAAC3A/BIM9nZz6Gc0/s400/Image0142.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322600137207784738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The popcorn bar looks more neat and organized compared to ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sd2rEadPv5I/AAAAAAAAC2o/KLO_NgZyDYI/s1600-h/Image0138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sd2rEadPv5I/AAAAAAAAC2o/KLO_NgZyDYI/s400/Image0138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322598426931609490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And holy crap, THIS IS FLOOR DUTIES!! The entrance to the cinemas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sd2rEJ5oAgI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/SAQOQyqK6XY/s1600-h/Image0135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sd2rEJ5oAgI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/SAQOQyqK6XY/s400/Image0135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322598422487237122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Those huge numbers up there are actually the sign to let customers know which cinemas are in seating now. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So nice lah wei.&lt;/span&gt; Compared to TGV Ipoh, whose sign is extremely small and its situated at an inconspicuous spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you pass the entrance you use the escalator to go up to the cinemas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sd2rEbU7fuI/AAAAAAAAC2g/6ZF9kjmntZ0/s1600-h/Image0137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sd2rEbU7fuI/AAAAAAAAC2g/6ZF9kjmntZ0/s400/Image0137.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322598427165163234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's 12 cinemas! Just like TGV KLCC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and there's this thing called GSC Premiere Class. The price of one ticket is RM20. I bet the cinemas are more luxurious and comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the waiting spot for patrons of the Premiere Class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sd2rErD0KqI/AAAAAAAAC2w/eAlcabDBPcA/s1600-h/Image0146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sd2rErD0KqI/AAAAAAAAC2w/eAlcabDBPcA/s400/Image0146.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322598431388347042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Now this is making me wanna work here. My job at TGV has turned me into a cinema freak. And it is evident that I'm robbed of my blogging skills. I sound so manglish in this post and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next mission - invade TGV KLCC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;[EDIT]&lt;/span&gt; Oh and thank you guys for all the comments on my last post! Like wow, didn't expect 10 people to comment just one post :) It's confirmed, my roommate has switched college. Bahahaha! Looks like I'll be having the room all to myself for this whole semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5866930619220353961-8128045446577820081?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=796de2cb4ac0d069&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/8128045446577820081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/04/listening-to-people-tapping-on.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/8128045446577820081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/8128045446577820081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/04/listening-to-people-tapping-on.html' title='KDU Journal 4 + GSC'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sd2soI0UnPI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/wQWHOH5yj08/s72-c/Image0153.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-664539348587400590</id><published>2009-04-06T15:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T16:32:07.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KDU Journal 3</title><content type='html'>♫ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listening to: more people murmuring in the library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last watched: Tales of the Abyss episode 25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/amanda_greenleaf1/871.png" align="left" border="1" /&gt;I came back to my room today after class, only to find that the other half of the room which belongs to my roomie is empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her clothes in the cupboard are gone. Her stuff on the table disappeared. Her luggage under the bed was nowhere to be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy crap, don't tell she moved out! Woohoo!! I prefer being alone than to have a roommate who doesn't talk at all. I can have the whole room to myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anyway, it won't make much difference at all. Wait, I doubt that it'd make &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; difference at all. Goodbye oh silent roomie! Don't ever come back :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes have started today. Public Speaking and Intro to Mass Comm. The lecturers are quite nice, especially Mr. Felix! And I didn't feel bored at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the first class for Intro to Mass Comm was like, Quest to Self-Discovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lecturer is Mr. Irwan. He came in, and drew this on the board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sdmx_4JPxoI/AAAAAAAAC2A/jHOjqcYY2Xs/s1600-h/sketch1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sdmx_4JPxoI/AAAAAAAAC2A/jHOjqcYY2Xs/s400/sketch1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321480145675994754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want all of you to draw out something which represents you, from that curve."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh crap. This is gonna be hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my pen absent-mindedly and started drawing without giving any thought in it at all. And it turned out like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SdmyAJjffRI/AAAAAAAAC2I/t2r7f74m7ss/s1600-h/sketch2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SdmyAJjffRI/AAAAAAAAC2I/t2r7f74m7ss/s400/sketch2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321480150349479186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think I just drew an ovum." I glared at my drawing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Drawing an ovum on the first day of class... What the hell. So I decided to draw some more stuff on it to make it NOT look like an ovum. And it ended up like that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SdmyAHqRusI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/8ziArpi-oLI/s1600-h/sketch3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SdmyAHqRusI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/8ziArpi-oLI/s400/sketch3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321480149841066690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, a retarded looking apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mr. Irwan wanted us to stand in front of everyone, introduce ourselves and talk about our drawing, like, how does this represent you? Why did you draw it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't just tell everyone "I drew an ovum at first but because it was gonna make me look like a pervert I decided to draw a root and a leaf on top to make it look like an apple."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before I knew it, it was my turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood in front and fumbled. "Hello everyone. I'm Amanda and I'm from Ipoh." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*holds up drawing awkwardly*&lt;/span&gt; "And obviously what I drew is an apple..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap, I was stuck. Didn't know what else to say. Until this girl from the class became a saviour and shot me a question. "So you like apples?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Erm, yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I came up with this ridiculous reason. Spur of the moment. "I drew it because uh, apple starts with an A, just like my name."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Mr. Irwan asked "Is there anything important about yourself that you want to share with the class?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tons of stuff flooded my mind. I love watching animes. I like to write. I used to work in a cinema before I came here. I am obsessed with Lelouch Vi Britannia!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Er, I like to eat apples?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole class laughed. And that was it! I was allowed to sit down after that. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I think classes are gonna be darn interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and some feedback from my new friends, who possess very unique names - Lavonne, Delphine, Emmilyn. And one more, Denise. They told me, "Amanda, you're very quiet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to choke in their faces and laugh like a hyena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing I am on this good green earth, is being a quiet girl. Oh well, can't blame them. My emo streak hasn't really left me. Though the tendency to sulk has decreased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't like the girl I used to be when I was in TGV anymore :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5866930619220353961-664539348587400590?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/664539348587400590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/04/kdu-journal-3.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/664539348587400590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/664539348587400590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/04/kdu-journal-3.html' title='KDU Journal 3'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sdmx_4JPxoI/AAAAAAAAC2A/jHOjqcYY2Xs/s72-c/sketch1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-8938621985953978059</id><published>2009-04-02T20:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T12:01:07.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KDU Journal 2</title><content type='html'>♫ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listening to: Shinkuu no Diamond Crevasse - May'n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last watched: Kara no Kyoukai movie 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/amanda_greenleaf1/codegeassr214.png" align="left" border="1" /&gt;It's Tracy's birthday today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday darling Tracy! Ah, I still remember that one year ago, I gave you a cute little tortoise pet which you named Lulu :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so lonely, cause everyone's out for the birthday celebration. Yukana and June as well. If I weren't stuck in nowhere, I would be with them now, chatting, making jokes, watching movies and laughing, like nothing could ever go wrong in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of the times we used to hang out and watch movies in one big gang together, I wanna cry :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, shit, I gotta stop sulking. Or this is gonna be worse than my emo-Lulu phase last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to classes. I'll be taking 25 subjects for Mass Communication. 25!! With Malaysian Studies and Moral Studies included. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*vomits blood*&lt;/span&gt; But thankfully, the subjects are taken separately. Will be taking 4 subs this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My schedule for the first semester 30 March - 24 July 2009:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Public Speaking 9am - 11am&lt;br /&gt;Introduction to Mass Communication 11am - 1pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introduction to Mass Communication 9am - 11am&lt;br /&gt;Introduction to Sociology 11am - 1pm&lt;br /&gt;Introduction to Computing and IT 2pm - 4pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Public Speaking 1.30pm - 3.30pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introduction to Sociology 11am - 1pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introduction to Computing and IT 9am - 11am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys know &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pietro&lt;/span&gt;, the DJ for Mix FM? One of my lecturers, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. Mark Felix&lt;/span&gt; is his brother! And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. Felix&lt;/span&gt; is gonna be teaching me about public speaking. He's bald. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in Ipoh for Ching Ming =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;"&gt;[EDIT]&lt;/span&gt; (35 minutes later) HOLY CRAP The Animanga Club just emailed me. I nearly died when I read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Apart from the ICHIbanzai, there will also be an anime screening on this coming &lt;b&gt;Tuesday, 7th of April &lt;/b&gt;in&lt;b&gt; Lecture Theater 2 &lt;/b&gt;at&lt;b&gt; 12pm &lt;/b&gt;sharp. The anime that we will be screening this time is &lt;b&gt;Code Geass - R2&lt;/b&gt;. Be it newcomer on the series or die-hard fans, be sure not to miss out on this exciting anime &gt;D&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I. Am. So. There. I guess I made the right choice when I said I'm heavily depending on this club to bring my sanity back. LULUUUUU!!!! *squeals*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;"&gt;[EDIT]&lt;/span&gt; (40 minutes later) Screw it. I have classes on Tuesday. Until 1pm! And my next class will start at 2pm. THIS IS NOT HAPPENING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5866930619220353961-8938621985953978059?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/8938621985953978059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/04/kdu-journal-2.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/8938621985953978059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/8938621985953978059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/04/kdu-journal-2.html' title='KDU Journal 2'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-1650074548318524234</id><published>2009-04-01T14:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T15:33:26.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KDU Journal 1</title><content type='html'>♫ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listening to: the murmuring of people in the library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last watched: Tales of the Abyss episode 24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/amanda_greenleaf1/cg-howmuchlonger.png" align="left" border="1" /&gt;Hey peeps. Finally got the time (and internet connection) to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College life is... so far so good. Classes start next Monday so I have the rest of the week to sulk and get over my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you see this Lulu icon on the left - that's exactly how I feel now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY. WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my 4th day here now. 1st and 2nd day was quite okay, but the 3rd day, I was kinda homesick, and TGV-sick. With my new friends, I can talk and smile like nothing's wrong. But sometimes when I'm alone, depression sinks in and I can't help but think: "If I weren't in college right now, what would I be doing in TGV? What would I be doing at home?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss home. I miss TGV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the recap episode of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clannad ~After Story~&lt;/span&gt;, and I never thought that the first few sentences of the episode would have such an impact on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Do you like this place?&lt;br /&gt;I really, really love it&lt;br /&gt;But nothing can stay unchanged&lt;br /&gt;Fun things... Happy things...&lt;br /&gt;They can't all possibly stay unchanged&lt;br /&gt;Even so, can you keep on loving this place?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The first place to flash through my mind at that moment, was TGV. Sob :( And the reply to those questions above, was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just find them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just find new fun and happy things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, I have to suck it up and get over my goddamn freakin' life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, when I'm alone, I sulk. And my roommate is a stone figure. When I talk to her, she'll reply me in only one sentence. When I don't talk to her, she won't talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD. I seriously can't stand this type of people. We're gonna be sleeping in the same room for the next 2 years and a half, so can you please just get over yourself and start socializing with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that'll never happen. Maybe 1 year later, I might still be NOT talking to my roommate. Serious. Both of us can just sit in our room, facing our laptops, and not SAY A WORD. I've been trying to talk to her first these days but her words are scarce. Not even a 'goodnight' or 'good morning'. Which is hard for me to get use to because every night before I sleep, I used to wish my whole family goodnight. And in the morning, when I arrive at TGV, I'll greet my colleagues with a cheery "Mornin'!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now... brrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the weirdest thing is, she seems to socialize better with other housemates instead of me. JOY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELIZA CHONG I WANT YOU AS MY ROOMMATE. JUST SKIP HIGH SCHOOL AND COME TO COLLEGE NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. I've gone nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The foyer of the college. This is my personal prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SdMQYQ2CVgI/AAAAAAAAC0w/hJ1XqfMu8gg/s1600-h/Image0122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SdMQYQ2CVgI/AAAAAAAAC0w/hJ1XqfMu8gg/s400/Image0122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319613593879205378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SdMQYRrwmGI/AAAAAAAAC04/dMHR9ye2MPM/s1600-h/Image0123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SdMQYRrwmGI/AAAAAAAAC04/dMHR9ye2MPM/s400/Image0123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319613594104535138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SdMQYejb2RI/AAAAAAAAC1A/UH3rIPjDzTI/s1600-h/Image0124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SdMQYejb2RI/AAAAAAAAC1A/UH3rIPjDzTI/s400/Image0124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319613597559281938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The course I'm taking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SdMQYiYirWI/AAAAAAAAC1I/UowwLevTU-o/s1600-h/Image0125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SdMQYiYirWI/AAAAAAAAC1I/UowwLevTU-o/s400/Image0125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319613598587333986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room in the girls dorm. The other half of the room belongs to my roommate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SdMQYvMX7bI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/QeUBJ-ncSfI/s1600-h/Image0126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SdMQYvMX7bI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/QeUBJ-ncSfI/s400/Image0126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319613602025958834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's an Animanga Club in KDU! Gosh, I was uber excited when I saw the club's booth in the foyer. It was registration time for the clubs and I immediately signed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look what's at their booth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SdMQpektsPI/AAAAAAAAC1g/_jBzZy1t_C0/s1600-h/Image0128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SdMQpektsPI/AAAAAAAAC1g/_jBzZy1t_C0/s400/Image0128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319613889622421746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah!! Anime DVDs, mangas, and CODE GEASS!!! Luluuuuuuuu!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fangirled a little to the person at the booth :D Hope I didn't scare him lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One whole row of Tsubasa mangas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SdMQpT2EPiI/AAAAAAAAC1o/5aoVxA9pyuU/s1600-h/Image0129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SdMQpT2EPiI/AAAAAAAAC1o/5aoVxA9pyuU/s400/Image0129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319613886742412834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had two projection screens in the background. The left one shows the game demo of various types of PS2 games, and they showed the Soul Eater PS2 game!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SdMQpPxGtTI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/fDpBQhSmlik/s1600-h/Image0127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SdMQpPxGtTI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/fDpBQhSmlik/s400/Image0127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319613885647861042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right screen would be the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;King of Fighters&lt;/span&gt; game. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maximum Impact: Regulation A&lt;/span&gt;. GOSH I have the exact same disc at home so I was quite excited too. The PS2 there is free for everyone to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I got beaten by a senior. WTF. So many years of playing with my cousin brother, and I got easily beaten by a senior. Ish. AND SHE WAS USING KULA DIAMOND. I was using Ninon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINA YOU READING THIS???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm heavily depending on this club to bring my sanity back to me.&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/5866930619220353961-1650074548318524234?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/1650074548318524234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/04/kdu-journal-1.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/1650074548318524234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/1650074548318524234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/04/kdu-journal-1.html' title='KDU Journal 1'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SdMQYQ2CVgI/AAAAAAAAC0w/hJ1XqfMu8gg/s72-c/Image0122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-5442116618712342620</id><published>2009-03-28T13:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T14:52:33.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing + Spring Animes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm gonna die packing my stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sc27oK0bT0I/AAAAAAAAC0g/7jbZ3by_AFs/s1600-h/IMG_7849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sc27oK0bT0I/AAAAAAAAC0g/7jbZ3by_AFs/s400/IMG_7849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318113033767833410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Spot Mokona in this picture!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whoever thought that packing would be this troublesome? Ugh. And I thought packing for vacation was a big pain in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That was yesterday though. I've dumped half of my wardrobe into my luggage already. The other half... I'll save it for another weekend when I come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides clothes, I seriously don't know what else should I pack. I even googled a list on What to Bring to College.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=_____________=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Yukana, I know you'd be typing that emoticon if I said this in Plurk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bag of nerves. I feel like I'm forfeiting my freedom. I feel like I'm going to death island. I'm gonna die in college!! GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to the mall later with Mish to shop for some stuffs that I need. Like shoes, eye-liner, mascara, and possibly a new bag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of my pessimism. On with the Spring Animes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sc2-TmKaFKI/AAAAAAAAC0o/UZzQ3Q8mgVc/s1600-h/aeaf98bc3991ee396505c6a7e4150c0b1238072568_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sc2-TmKaFKI/AAAAAAAAC0o/UZzQ3Q8mgVc/s200/aeaf98bc3991ee396505c6a7e4150c0b1238072568_full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318115978865415330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;1. La Corda D'Oro ~Secondo Passo~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.animenewsnetwork.com/encyclopedia/anime.php?id=10592"&gt;(link)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, this is like so "duh!" A definite watch for me. Besides, I can't get enough of a certain&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sky-blued hair anime bishonen who makes my heart throb&lt;/span&gt;, according to Yukana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/amanda_greenleaf1/FullMetalAlchemist_LowLarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 217px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/amanda_greenleaf1/FullMetalAlchemist_LowLarge.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;2. Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.animenewsnetwork.com/encyclopedia/anime.php?id=10216"&gt;(link)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, actually, I'm feeling quite doubtful about this 2nd season. I don't really know anything about the story details... I just hope it'll be as good as the first one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very slim chance though, seeing how many sequels for various animes have been ruined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/amanda_greenleaf1/ValkyriaChronicles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 166px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/amanda_greenleaf1/ValkyriaChronicles.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;3. Valkyria Chronicles: Gallian Chronicles&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.animenewsnetwork.com/encyclopedia/anime.php?id=10416"&gt;(link)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this anime is based on a game or something. But what I do know is that... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Junjun's&lt;/span&gt; gonna be in it! Along with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Houko Kuwashima, Minagawa Junko, Sayaka Ohara&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sakurai Takahiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worth a try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/amanda_greenleaf1/pandora-hearts-chara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 174px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/amanda_greenleaf1/pandora-hearts-chara.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;4. Pandora Hearts&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.animenewsnetwork.com/encyclopedia/anime.php?id=10436"&gt;(link)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's a must watch for me too! Because of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yuki Kajiura.&lt;/span&gt; Her music is just... divine. And also, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Akira Ishida, Junjun&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Minagawa Junko&lt;/span&gt;'s in it so, to NOT watch this is like a sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I managed to narrow down my list to only 4. There's a few more which attracted my attention but I can only make time for these 4. By the way, I see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Junjun&lt;/span&gt; almost everywhere, but no &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mamo!&lt;/span&gt; Only in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La Corda&lt;/span&gt;. Wonder why :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT]&lt;/span&gt; (10 minutes later) Oh, I just Wiki-ed. There's also a new spring anime, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Romance of the Three Kingdoms&lt;/span&gt;.. LIKE OMFG. And Mamo's voicing Cao Cao. WTF!!!! I can only think of the Cao Cao in the Red Cliff movie. YUKANA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am off to get ready to go to the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5866930619220353961-5442116618712342620?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/5442116618712342620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/03/packing-spring-animes.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/5442116618712342620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/5442116618712342620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/03/packing-spring-animes.html' title='Packing + Spring Animes'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sc27oK0bT0I/AAAAAAAAC0g/7jbZ3by_AFs/s72-c/IMG_7849.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-3550141586558452754</id><published>2009-03-27T10:44:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T12:01:42.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fangirl mode: ON</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;OHSHITOHSHITOHSHITOHSHITOHSHIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OH SHIT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only crazy people blog in the morning. But right now, I'm BEYOND crazy. I opened up Crunchyroll.com, hoping to catch up on the recent episodes of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tower of Druaga&lt;/span&gt;, when I just noticed the huge ass header banner of the site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Scw-It65byI/AAAAAAAAC0I/83Hwl0_AOa8/s1600-h/kinironocorda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Scw-It65byI/AAAAAAAAC0I/83Hwl0_AOa8/s400/kinironocorda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317693579504217890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La Corda D'Oro ~Secondo Passo~&lt;/span&gt; aka, the second season of La Corda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScxPhMD1dlI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/8guDdQdhVI4/s1600-h/155895eeadb290ce76e353a054e18e3d1234681723_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScxPhMD1dlI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/8guDdQdhVI4/s400/155895eeadb290ce76e353a054e18e3d1234681723_full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317712691609302610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, I squealed the moment I opened CR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a fan of the show, but I'm totally in love with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tsukimori Len&lt;/span&gt;! The violin boy. The one with blue hair. The hottest one. GOD, I've been deprived of him for god knows how long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I went into the La Corda D'Oro group just to scan for some pictures, and my heart stopped functioning when I saw this picture.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Scw_Lz0ApSI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/-juFVeBonWE/s1600-h/4ac87ccf02ab405902b6d81f515944931237942719_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Scw_Lz0ApSI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/-juFVeBonWE/s400/4ac87ccf02ab405902b6d81f515944931237942719_full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317694732137178402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy mother of- *massive nosebleeding* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tsukimori-kun&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MISH, LIZ, ARE YOU READING THIS??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ookay. So now, the huge problem, and also the reason why I started this post with OH SHIT, is... HOW AM I GONNA CONCENTRATE IN COLLEGE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself, I mustn't watch too many spring animes, but but but....! This. Is. Just. Too. Good. To. Be. True.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make things worse- I mean, better, the new character, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aoi Kaji&lt;/span&gt; is gonna be in the anime as well! Voiced by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mamoru Miyano&lt;/span&gt; himself. Gah!! How can I not watch this? Just give me a reason why should I NOT watch this? Even &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Junjun&lt;/span&gt; is inside the show (with his not-so-Lulu voice)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_6Aumi3-gbs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_6Aumi3-gbs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might update on the rest of the Spring '09 Animes later once I've regained my composure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5866930619220353961-3550141586558452754?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/3550141586558452754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/03/fangirl-mode-on.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/3550141586558452754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/3550141586558452754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/03/fangirl-mode-on.html' title='Fangirl mode: ON'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Scw-It65byI/AAAAAAAAC0I/83Hwl0_AOa8/s72-c/kinironocorda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-1388823761087666558</id><published>2009-03-26T12:49:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T20:13:49.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscence.</title><content type='html'>♫ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listening to: Infinity - May'n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last watched: Kara no Kyoukai movie 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/amanda_greenleaf1/Icons/codegeass01.png" align="left" border="1" /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's day 1 of life after TGV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need to set my alarm clock. No need to bathe, change, and have breakfast hurriedly. No need to go back to the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M UNEMPLOYED! It's so sad that I've officially become an ex-staff of the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScsNMqWL6eI/AAAAAAAACyA/G_crXVLAN34/s1600-h/IMG_7848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScsNMqWL6eI/AAAAAAAACyA/G_crXVLAN34/s400/IMG_7848.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317358296217938402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta return this some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, and there's no more seeing my name in the computer system of TGV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScsMYB9XhGI/AAAAAAAACxI/Fwooikz4N4s/s1600-h/Image0108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScsMYB9XhGI/AAAAAAAACxI/Fwooikz4N4s/s400/Image0108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317357392023225442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no more eating popcorn and drinking soft drinks for free!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;What's TGV without a bunch of great friends? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yukana!&lt;/span&gt; You're number 1!! I still can't believe I got to know her just by working in TGV. I feel like I've known her for YEARS. Great friend to be insane and crazy with, and after she left, the popcorn bar has been deprived of laughter ever since :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thomas,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bee Vee&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kian Siang&lt;/span&gt; were newcomers when I got to know them. Thomas was the guy I got to know while working at the popcorn bar. Kian Siang was the guy I got to know while he was having his floor duties. And Bee Vee, the girl who was stuck at the ticket counter for the first 3 weeks of work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sau Yin&lt;/span&gt;, the quiet girl. She doesn't talk much at first, but once you've gotten to know her, she can be really funny, and boh liao! Like after watching Dragonball with her, she suddenly said "Kame-hame-HAAA!!" to me. Sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mun Hon.&lt;/span&gt; The guy whose half a girl. LOL You did not hear that from me. Used to get on my nerves by being sarcastic with his "BIG DEAL!" or "SO WHAT." But later on he's quite okay. He's Tracy's rumoured boyfriend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working at TGV also made me realize that Indians love names that end with -Vin. Seriously. There's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kevin, Melvin, Navin, Davin&lt;/span&gt;... I also got to know &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Benjamin&lt;/span&gt;, who annoyed the hell outta me at first too, but he can be quite nice, he treated me to a movie and even paid for my coke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and thank you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Navendran&lt;/span&gt; for being my Tamil "si fu"!! I've learnt quite a lot of Tamil words from you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Afif, Amir, Nasrul&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yusmar&lt;/span&gt; are quite the crazy bunch. They like to do crazy stuff like... being all gay-ish over each other. Very entertaining actually!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tele-sales&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScsOOBPyvZI/AAAAAAAACzg/zyqT-Eg7Vn8/s1600-h/IMG_7810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScsOOBPyvZI/AAAAAAAACzg/zyqT-Eg7Vn8/s400/IMG_7810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317359419056635282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good morning, TGV Ipoh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Yup, no more answering phone calls either. One thing about tele-sales which I hate is that you have to deal with stupid and sometimes, weird customers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScsON1AqhmI/AAAAAAAACzY/ogMJPbjFaPM/s1600-h/IMG_7811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScsON1AqhmI/AAAAAAAACzY/ogMJPbjFaPM/s400/IMG_7811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317359415771956834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Lemme tell you something, before coming to work at TGV, I used to think that the computer booking system is very hi-tech. The telephone operators use headphones to answer calls, while pressing away on their LCD monitor screen computer. You know, something like you see in those 911 shows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mana tau&lt;/span&gt;, it's just two old phones and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lao-ya&lt;/span&gt; computers. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Camwhoring in the tele-sales room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From left: Sau Yin, Tracy, me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScsONyg3ovI/AAAAAAAACzQ/m0nMgOqD1VI/s1600-h/IMG_7816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScsONyg3ovI/AAAAAAAACzQ/m0nMgOqD1VI/s400/IMG_7816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317359415101727474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; And WTF, I look so stoned in the picture. Was having sore eyes yesterday, probably due to lack of sleep. I was already trying very hard to open my eyes as big as possible. I tried too hard, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ticket Counter&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;aka, Hell's Gate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScsON1vKmXI/AAAAAAAACzI/Dlz0paZHJPs/s1600-h/IMG_7817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScsON1vKmXI/AAAAAAAACzI/Dlz0paZHJPs/s400/IMG_7817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317359415966996850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evil, evil place does things to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I'll never forget how the outrageously long queue of the crazy crowd has destroyed my mouth, and my health. I still wanna shoot that STUPID shooting game machine in Capcom Station, situated right next to the counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SIR, YES, SIR!!" That's one useless piece of junk. Then the machine'll start singing some patriotic song to annoy the hell outta people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracy said, "If only those machine guns there are real bazookas, then I'll really use it to shoot that machine down." Haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Popcorn Bar&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScsNx0fJyUI/AAAAAAAACyg/RWyg0V7JORI/s1600-h/IMG_7825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScsNx0fJyUI/AAAAAAAACyg/RWyg0V7JORI/s400/IMG_7825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317358934595062082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;The hardest, busiest and messiest place to work in TGV.&lt;br /&gt;On weekends and public holidays only anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Siberia period, it's like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScsNximc7ZI/AAAAAAAACyY/Ij7t_AOgh8g/s1600-h/IMG_7833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScsNximc7ZI/AAAAAAAACyY/Ij7t_AOgh8g/s400/IMG_7833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317358929793838482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;During Siberia period, Yukana, Tracy, Suzzane and I used to yap about lotsa random crap here and laugh our asses off. Out loud. Where everyone could hear us guffawing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Ah, those were the days. Those were the days in which I was truly happy. And insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;This is also the place where the topic "Whose the most good looking Indian in TGV" started. Hahaha. I still say it's Navin!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh! This is where Yukana fell right on her butt! With the manager right behind her!! Bahahahaha. Recorded on CCTV too. But to her luck, no one was there live, save for the manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;The popcorn machine!&lt;br /&gt;Aka, the woe and agony of the boys in TGV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScsMYX-jkLI/AAAAAAAACxQ/TX9Vwmtxw9I/s1600-h/Image0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScsMYX-jkLI/AAAAAAAACxQ/TX9Vwmtxw9I/s400/Image0040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317357397933789362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Cause they don't allow girls to do the job. Hallelujah!! There was once I did try to make popcorn using this machine, and it turned out all black. BAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;The hot dogs which I've gotten addicted to making.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScsNM_I8etI/AAAAAAAACyQ/9PHRTUMovw8/s1600-h/IMG_7834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScsNM_I8etI/AAAAAAAACyQ/9PHRTUMovw8/s400/IMG_7834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317358301799545554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;And finally...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Floor Duties&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScsNM-tdI-I/AAAAAAAACyI/YWmrhVpHoXY/s1600-h/IMG_7843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScsNM-tdI-I/AAAAAAAACyI/YWmrhVpHoXY/s400/IMG_7843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317358301684245474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best duty EVER - no money involved. No stocks involved. Can sneak in to watch movies when there's no customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;That's what I used to think until the huge quarrel thing happened. Dealing with the troublesome customers ain't the most pleasant thing in the world. It's a real pain in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I should definitely suggest putting up this sign to the manager.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScsYm9VfVZI/AAAAAAAAC0A/C4yobaOBdtA/s1600-h/IMG_7547+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScsYm9VfVZI/AAAAAAAAC0A/C4yobaOBdtA/s400/IMG_7547+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317370842619794834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Hahaha! There'll be a salary increase soon if that happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Miracles and Oddities of Floor Duties&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;1. The Before-and-After Phenomenon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScsMYikRVNI/AAAAAAAACxg/OjUpMXYBPxI/s1600-h/Image091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScsMYikRVNI/AAAAAAAACxg/OjUpMXYBPxI/s400/Image091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317357400776332498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;After!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScsMYrGw7RI/AAAAAAAACxo/BPgRPsTXQ2Y/s1600-h/Image0096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScsMYrGw7RI/AAAAAAAACxo/BPgRPsTXQ2Y/s400/Image0096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317357403068493074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew. The Before picture was taken on last Wednesday, when Geng was showing in 2 cinemas (Cinema 5 &amp;amp; 6) and Race to Witch Mountain in Cinema 4. ALL AT 2.00PM.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Just look at the height of the ticket stubs!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScsNMFv7UlI/AAAAAAAACxw/S89B-0hPNH8/s1600-h/Image0098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScsNMFv7UlI/AAAAAAAACxw/S89B-0hPNH8/s400/Image0098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317358286393791058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Buta Jalan&lt;/span&gt; Phenomenon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScsNyylm8JI/AAAAAAAACy4/DiqrkoREg6w/s1600-h/IMG_7821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScsNyylm8JI/AAAAAAAACy4/DiqrkoREg6w/s400/IMG_7821.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317358951265136786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still amazed at some customers who look at this sign, and can still turn right to look for Cinema 5 and 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;And this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScsNMpufnDI/AAAAAAAACx4/GHusHrg_Zj8/s1600-h/Image0102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScsNMpufnDI/AAAAAAAACx4/GHusHrg_Zj8/s400/Image0102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317358296051457074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With those huge ass cinema numbers stuck at the entrance of the cinemas, I'm still very surprised when customers ask me "Miss, is this Cinema 1?" or "Where's Cinema 1?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I'll tell them, "It's over there, with the HUGE NUMBER ONE SIGN in front."&lt;/span&gt; with a mild sarcastic tone. &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Haha I sound so mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;3. The Vandalism Phenomenon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScsMYldJfKI/AAAAAAAACxY/nYzE5oX_uzc/s1600-h/Image090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScsMYldJfKI/AAAAAAAACxY/nYzE5oX_uzc/s400/Image090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317357401551764642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell did the customer do that could create a force huge enough to break the armrest of the seat? The answer only comes to me in this word: love-making. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. The Sneaking-In-And-Nearly-Got-Caught Phenomenon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScsONl-NcDI/AAAAAAAACzA/jLE0cxOv63c/s1600-h/IMG_7820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScsONl-NcDI/AAAAAAAACzA/jLE0cxOv63c/s400/IMG_7820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317359411735130162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, I still remember this funny thing that happened on the first day Yukana came to work. Tracy and I decided to take her along with us to sneak into cinemas. Cinema 4 was showing the Spirit and I wanted to let Yukana see how stupid the show was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way out, one of us (can't remember exactly who) said: "OMG DAVID'S THERE AT THE CORRIDOR." Like, shit. We panicked. The only thing I could say at that moment was, "Hurry up and go back into Cinema 4!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To elude capture, we rushed to the other side of the back row, and squatted down beside a customer's seat, panting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. That customer must have freaked out seeing 3 crazy girls who suddenly appeared, squatting down beside him. Sorry, mister. Trying to save our asses here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5. The Hall of Advertisements Phenomenon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScsNyRBj6zI/AAAAAAAACyo/5wCPVULwV-Y/s1600-h/IMG_7823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScsNyRBj6zI/AAAAAAAACyo/5wCPVULwV-Y/s400/IMG_7823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317358942255573810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Notice anything odd?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScsNy-MzzwI/AAAAAAAACyw/T8IJoq0QRQ8/s1600-h/IMG_7822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScsNy-MzzwI/AAAAAAAACyw/T8IJoq0QRQ8/s400/IMG_7822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317358954382348034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;TGV Ipoh not only advertises now showing and upcoming movies, but also KFC!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, does that mean KFC does not qualify as outside food anymore and can be brought into the cinema? O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Okay, it's been a long ass post. I'll conclude my TGV working experience by posting up 3 more pictures. The ones that were taken on Yukana's last day of work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScsOdBxQoHI/AAAAAAAACzw/9BgxzomR5CM/s1600-h/IMG_7783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScsOdBxQoHI/AAAAAAAACzw/9BgxzomR5CM/s400/IMG_7783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317359676895043698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScsOdFCqGpI/AAAAAAAACzo/EtGtfkMs8HY/s1600-h/IMG_7795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScsOdFCqGpI/AAAAAAAACzo/EtGtfkMs8HY/s400/IMG_7795.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317359677773322898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Ironically it was Mun Hon's first day running the mobile counter (the one selling sweet corn) on Yukana's last day of work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScsOdNLCQiI/AAAAAAAACz4/iuS1yj8_6RA/s1600-h/IMG_7781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScsOdNLCQiI/AAAAAAAACz4/iuS1yj8_6RA/s400/IMG_7781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317359679955943970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how happy he is- I mean, was, running the counter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TGV's a happy place to work in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScsMYX-jkLI/AAAAAAAACxQ/TX9Vwmtxw9I/s1600-h/Image0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5866930619220353961-1388823761087666558?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/1388823761087666558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/03/reminiscence.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/1388823761087666558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/1388823761087666558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/03/reminiscence.html' title='Reminiscence.'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScsNMqWL6eI/AAAAAAAACyA/G_crXVLAN34/s72-c/IMG_7848.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-2494120077928084214</id><published>2009-03-25T12:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T11:22:34.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging @ TGV</title><content type='html'>♫ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listening to: Trust You - Yuna Itou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last watched: Gundam 00 2nd Season episode 24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://img516.imageshack.us/img516/6874/12773963.png" align="left" border="1" /&gt;It's my last day of work here at TGV and here I am, onlining in the tele-sales room, blogging. Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The joy of having a laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I intended to blog last night but there was a staff meeting again and I came home at 12.15am, half dead. Was too tired to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the staff meeting, my friends and I had a heck of a time watching &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taken&lt;/span&gt;, starring Liam Neeson. FYI, Liam Neeson is the voice actor for Aslan from the Chronicles of Narnia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;NO SPOILERS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScnWD0KqjiI/AAAAAAAACw4/FZnHYhyUY0I/s1600-h/taken-2008-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScnWD0KqjiI/AAAAAAAACw4/FZnHYhyUY0I/s400/taken-2008-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317016196118908450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say, that it was very nerve-racking and violent. There was actually a time when I said WTF out loud in the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, it was quite funny too, being the only ones in the cinema who actually understood the jokes in the show and laughed like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this part when Liam said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'll kill you before you can scratch your worthless balls." &lt;/span&gt;Like OMG, Yukana and I bursted out laughing our asses off while Mun Hon was snickering, trying to suppress his laughter... with the whole cinema being silent around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Either we are perverted people, or we have a great sense of humour and other people don't understand the joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Tracy just reminded me to blog about a character in the show. Her name is Amanda. Hah! When she was mentioned, my friends were all looking at me and laughed -_- Not once or twice, but thrice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and anime fans out there, PLEASE WATCH &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KARA NO KYOUKAI&lt;/span&gt;! aka Garden of Sinners. Tracy and I watched the first movie just now, and were quite impressed. Fantastic animation quality, and the music, well, it is composed by Yuki Kajiura the goddess herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScnYkT_FZkI/AAAAAAAACxA/8X4kTThrZQY/s1600-h/kara-no-kyoukai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScnYkT_FZkI/AAAAAAAACxA/8X4kTThrZQY/s400/kara-no-kyoukai.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317018953439340098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noted seiyuus in the show:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Maaya Sakamoto, Kenichi Suzumura &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Rie Tanaka. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Yukana for giving me the episodes! Arigatou gozaimashita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog about my last day at TGV tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5866930619220353961-2494120077928084214?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/2494120077928084214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/03/blogging-tgv.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/2494120077928084214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/2494120077928084214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/03/blogging-tgv.html' title='Blogging @ TGV'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScnWD0KqjiI/AAAAAAAACw4/FZnHYhyUY0I/s72-c/taken-2008-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-20673557480135807</id><published>2009-03-23T16:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T16:50:16.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day at popcorn bar</title><content type='html'>♫ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listening to: Gloria - Kalafina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last watched: Tower of Druaga ~Sword of Uruk~ episode 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/2063/003nly.jpg" align="left" border="1" /&gt;Well, looks like I wasn't joking when I said something big will always happen on my last day working at places in the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do refer to the last paragraph of my previous post. Then you'll probably get the gist of what I'm about to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last day working at the ticket counter and floor is a testament to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday, my last day working at the popcorn bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that the air-con has broken down at the bar and it was fucking hot. That's why I had to tie my hair yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that wasn't enough, something happened at the floor section. Someone wanted to enter the cinemas WITHOUT a ticket. Made another hassle in the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His reason? He said he saw his wife went inside the cinema with another guy. Woo, now that's a scandal. According to my colleague, Sau Yin, she said the guy had a glass bottle in his back pocket. Probably wanted to use it to smash the head of the man whom his wife went out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The male staff at the floor section managed to stop him. But being the persistent man he is, he came back not twice but thrice. In the end, the manager had to handle the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the TGV guys went up to the floor section to help out too. Only the girls stayed behind at the popcorn bar to spectate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I confess, the floor section is so not a place for girls to work in, because things like these happen. Gotta leave it to the guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Well thankfully, this incident wasn't as big as the quarrel on my last day at floor. But still... that was my last day working at the popcorn bar and it happened!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Yukana? I ain't flattering myself. It's the naked truth. Hopefully TGV's computer system doesn't break down on my last day of work. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back from work feeling somewhat frazzled, and my eyes bulged at the sight of my sister's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScdMMwM21JI/AAAAAAAACww/Yxcg_AJp0do/s1600-h/IMG_7807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScdMMwM21JI/AAAAAAAACww/Yxcg_AJp0do/s400/IMG_7807.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316301667115127954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What. The. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately screamed. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ma! What is that TV doing in Audrey's room???" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, that's the old TV which used to be in the living room before the huge ass widescreen TV came to take its place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My sister has her own TV in her room now. That is so WTF, with capital letters. My mother said the TV table in the master's bedroom cannot support the weight of the old TV, so it had to be placed in Audrey's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh mah lord. This is blasphemy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aiyerr Ma, where can like that one??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do excuse the Manglish. I'm feeling too distraught to type properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5866930619220353961-20673557480135807?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/20673557480135807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-day-at-popcorn-bar.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/20673557480135807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/20673557480135807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-day-at-popcorn-bar.html' title='Last day at popcorn bar'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScdMMwM21JI/AAAAAAAACww/Yxcg_AJp0do/s72-c/IMG_7807.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-651677687597131706</id><published>2009-03-21T20:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T22:49:31.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Euphoria.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YES! It's finally mine! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScTZWnWH0oI/AAAAAAAACwo/CSFTFC74SM0/s1600-h/IMG_7803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScTZWnWH0oI/AAAAAAAACwo/CSFTFC74SM0/s400/IMG_7803.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315612442746147458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My new laptop! Gosh, I'm in seventh heaven. Thats why I'm listening to Kalafina's song, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seventh Heaven &lt;/span&gt;now. Haha. Got it for RM3099. 14 inches. 1280 x 800 widescreen resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 17 years of living on this earth are worth it, now that I've finally own a laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lying in the comfort of my own bed while typing this blog post! It's so pretty... And Vista's not that bad as I expected it to be. No problems encountered so far. So well, hopefully after a few years, Vista has finally been stabilized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be bidding my dear old obsolete computer goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScTZWQhLhiI/AAAAAAAACwg/u0fsTroAJq0/s1600-h/IMG_7800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScTZWQhLhiI/AAAAAAAACwg/u0fsTroAJq0/s400/IMG_7800.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315612436618511906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Even though Kaname is on my desktop &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Currently, I'm busy transferring my 17GB worth of files into my laptop. All my pictures, songs, anime episodes, games and all. Can you believe it? My old computer's capacity is merely around 30GB. But my laptop can store up to 120GB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's like, 4 times the disk capacity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ah, the beauty of technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new duty roaster next week is out, and it pains me greatly to see my name being canceled away from the list :( I still can't believe that I'm quitting a job which I love very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be doing tele-sales on my last two days of work with Tracy. Muahahahaha! I'll be bringing my laptop there so both of us can watch animes the whole day while waiting for phone calls :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Mommy and Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta treasure my last moments in TGV because, everything that I do these days, I'll be doing it for the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually kinda curious to see what will happen on my last day of work. Because on my last day working at the ticket counter last week, my sales finally exceeded RM10,000!! And on the last day of my floor duties, that big quarrel thingy in my previous post happened. Tomorrow's my last day working at the popcorn bar... *gulps* Wednesday will be my last day working at tele-sales and TGV... *double gulps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am off to "Amanda-fy" my laptop.&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/5866930619220353961-651677687597131706?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/651677687597131706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/03/euphoria.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/651677687597131706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/651677687597131706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/03/euphoria.html' title='Euphoria.'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/ScTZWnWH0oI/AAAAAAAACwo/CSFTFC74SM0/s72-c/IMG_7803.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-1512407192722416409</id><published>2009-03-18T19:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T23:18:04.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A quarrel.</title><content type='html'>♫ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listening to: Sprinter - Kalafina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last watched: none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://img22.imageshack.us/img22/367/34t8hghl.png" align="left" border="1" /&gt;Oh my God, today was the scariest day I've ever had when doing my floor duties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correction, today's the scariest day I've ever had working in TGV!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having my floor duties today with Kian Siang, Satheesh and Munsif. It all happened around 5.50pm. 10 minutes before my duty ends. And 5 minutes before the customers could go into Cinema 5 to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Slumdog Millionaire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This customer came up to me with his wife and told me he lost his handphone in the cinema just now and apparently, his phone is super important because he needs it for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Which cinema?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Customer:&lt;/span&gt; Cinema 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Your seat number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Customer:&lt;/span&gt; *shows ticket* J7 and J8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Okay, please wait here for a moment, I'll try searching it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took my torch in and shone at the seats - nothing. Below the seats - nothing. The row in front - nothing. The row behind - nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to tell the customer that his handphone was nowhere to be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still he insisted on us searching the cinema thoroughly. He said he was the last person to leave the cinema, there was no one else. Implication? He's saying indirectly that either one of the staff must have taken his handphone, or the cleaners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munsif was the person who was in charge of opening the doors of cinema 5 previously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to search the whole place for Munsif, while leaving Satheesh and the evening staff, Wong, to deal with the customer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, couldn't find Munsif either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I made my way back to floor... only to find the customer quarrelling with Satheesh. When I came, Satheesh was already raising his voice shouting back at the customer, and I had no idea what was going on. But I do know that Satheesh is a very calm and mellow person. If he ever raises his voice, it means that something must irk him very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The customer was saying something about a challenge, like "you wanna fight? Are you challenging me?" And Satheesh did not back down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I knew, the customer &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;took off his shirt&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;pounded at Satheesh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, ohmigosh! Most of the TGV staff ran their way up to spectate the situation. Some of the boys went up and tried to hold Satheesh back and ask the customer to calm down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for the customer's wife, who was holding him back and crying, begging her husband to stop, I think the customer would have actually punched Satheesh in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, including other customers who were staring with curiosity, asked me what happened, but all I could say was I left before they started quarrelling, and when I came back, they were already fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 of the managers came to control the situation and settle things with the customer. The customer was yelling "I'm a customer you know! I'm a customer! And this is how the staff treats a customer? By shouting??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He even told Mr. David to check the CCTV again, to see who started the fight first. Implication again? He was blaming everything on Satheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to ask Melvin about how all this started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Melvin:&lt;/span&gt; The customer said something about "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pukimak&lt;/span&gt; (a Hokkien swear word)". Then Satheesh told him "don't be so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kurang ajar&lt;/span&gt; (the crude version of rude), you better talk properly." So, the customer started be impatient and started shouting. So Satheesh shouted back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Satheesh :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know how the managers managed to solve the problem. The quarrel continued at the cinema foyer. But god, that customer is nuts. All this, for a handphone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every one of the staff was clearly feeling unsettled too. I was totally FREAKED OUT. And scared. Was on the verge of trembling. First time seeing something like this happening in a cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was about to leave, I saw Satheesh again in the office. I went up to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Satheesh, so how are you feeling, everything okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised that he actually smiled back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Satheesh&lt;/span&gt;: Nah, I'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; You sure? Cause just now when I saw you I was already feeling very scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Satheesh:&lt;/span&gt; You were scared ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You weren't? O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satheesh you're a true man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm feeling very guilty. Cause I think it was partially my fault. If I actually let the customer come with me into Cinema 5 and let him search the whole place to his heart's content, maybe he might give up eventually and go back, and NONE OF THIS WOULD HAVE HAPPENED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5866930619220353961-1512407192722416409?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/1512407192722416409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/03/quarrel.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/1512407192722416409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/1512407192722416409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/03/quarrel.html' title='A quarrel.'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-3989924535801308561</id><published>2009-03-17T22:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T23:34:15.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My TGV Resignation Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;16th March 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. David Yong&lt;br /&gt;TGV Cinemas Ipoh&lt;br /&gt;Kinta City Shopping Centre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr. David:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is my formal notification that I am resigning from TGV Cinemas Ipoh as a Customer Relations Officer. 25th March 2009 will be my last day of employment.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I appreciate the &lt;s&gt;chances given to sneak into cinemas and watch movies for free&lt;/s&gt; opportunities I have been given here. I have enjoyed working here with everyone as well. I wish you much success in the future.&lt;/p&gt;  Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda Vi Britannia &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I'll be so damn depressed on my last day. So guys, if you want express tickets booking from me, better do it before next Wednesday or you won't have the chance to do it anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;[EDIT]&lt;/span&gt; I love watching Yuki Kajiura and her vocalists performing live!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oapGSQsTgX0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oapGSQsTgX0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A Song of Storm and Fire. Still a personal favourite. Yuki Kajiura is a goddess. And her music are heavenly compositions sent from heaven. She's the one performing elegantly on the keyboard, if you're wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuki Kajiura-sama I worship you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5866930619220353961-3989924535801308561?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/3989924535801308561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-tgv-resignation-letter.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/3989924535801308561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/3989924535801308561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-tgv-resignation-letter.html' title='My TGV Resignation Letter'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-6812995057948056572</id><published>2009-03-16T15:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T16:37:13.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New layout: Reminiscence.</title><content type='html'>♫ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listening to: Suteki Da Ne - Rikki Nakano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last watched: Gundam 00 2nd Season episode 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://img7.imageshack.us/img7/4420/explosiveavat.png" align="left" border="1" /&gt;...One year ago, I was busy counting down to the release of Code Geass R2 in April 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New layout. Not particularly excited about this because of the obvious: this isn't made by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I get bored of my layouts easily, and this time I can't be arsed to photoshop and code my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to go for something that totally isn't my style, so hopefully I won't get bored of it that fast? Haha. Oh, and tell me if the font size is too small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm back from the dead!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(even though I spent days digging my grave...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My results for SPM? Not exactly good. But still I'm quite satisfied. 6As. I got A1 for Malay, English, Modern Maths and EST. A2 for Moral and History.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest are all Bs and Cs and ONE BIG FAT E - Add Maths!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should have bloody dropped that subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparations for college are underway. I just spent nearly 400 bucks today on clothes, shoes, bag, pantyhose... Don't ask me why I got the pantyhose. I just did. Thank God for the sale, because if it wasn't for it, I'd be spending nearly 700 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big news of the week is that I'll be resigning from my fantabulous job at TGV Cinemas next Wednesday. 25th March. Boohoo. Can't believe it's been nearly 4 months there. I really hate typing resignation letters, especially for a job I'm really passionate about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the winter animes, I feel like dropping &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;White Album&lt;/span&gt; cause it's very slow-paced. Reminds me of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paradise Kiss&lt;/span&gt; -_- And I've dropped &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maria Holic&lt;/span&gt;. Yuri is just... unappealing. I decided to go for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rideback&lt;/span&gt; instead. The animation for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rideback&lt;/span&gt; is absolutely stunning. One of the better animes during Winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rideback &lt;/span&gt;sneak peek:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sb4NXTDvpEI/AAAAAAAACwI/W3nqKBsBxQU/s1600-h/snapshot20090202192148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sb4NXTDvpEI/AAAAAAAACwI/W3nqKBsBxQU/s400/snapshot20090202192148.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313699304247895106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sb4NXz6CU_I/AAAAAAAACwQ/DtDk1Ui9RRE/s1600-h/vlcsnap-350190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sb4NXz6CU_I/AAAAAAAACwQ/DtDk1Ui9RRE/s400/vlcsnap-350190.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313699313065546738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sb4NYFpoz4I/AAAAAAAACwY/6xoDuCMCL8o/s1600-h/snapshot20090202192919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sb4NYFpoz4I/AAAAAAAACwY/6xoDuCMCL8o/s400/snapshot20090202192919.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313699317828603778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, those cherry blossoms look heavenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, things have been quite uneventful lately, so I apologize for the dull post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy my new blog layout at least! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5866930619220353961-6812995057948056572?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/6812995057948056572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-layout-reminiscence.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/6812995057948056572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/6812995057948056572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-layout-reminiscence.html' title='New layout: Reminiscence.'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Sb4NXTDvpEI/AAAAAAAACwI/W3nqKBsBxQU/s72-c/snapshot20090202192148.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-5172926794144761370</id><published>2009-03-11T18:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T19:07:13.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My grave has been dug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my tombstone's ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SbeZpRnAgEI/AAAAAAAACvY/n2en5blgGdA/s1600-h/ripamanda.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SbeZpRnAgEI/AAAAAAAACvY/n2en5blgGdA/s400/ripamanda.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311883219887489090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To-morrow,and to-morrow, and to-morrow,&lt;br /&gt;Creep in this petty pace day to day&lt;br /&gt;To the last syllable of recoded time,&lt;br /&gt;And all our yesterdays have lighted fools&lt;br /&gt;The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!&lt;br /&gt;Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player,&lt;br /&gt;That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,&lt;br /&gt;And then is heard no more; it is a tale&lt;br /&gt;Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,&lt;br /&gt;Signifying nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please bring me flowers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5866930619220353961-5172926794144761370?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/5172926794144761370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/03/rip.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/5172926794144761370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/5172926794144761370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/03/rip.html' title='RIP'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SbeZpRnAgEI/AAAAAAAACvY/n2en5blgGdA/s72-c/ripamanda.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-2970473520275314910</id><published>2009-03-10T21:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T22:22:13.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The things we do.</title><content type='html'>♫ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listening to: Trust You - Yuna Itou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last watched: Tales of the Abyss episode 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://img13.imageshack.us/img13/5783/g00s2ed2002.jpg" align="left" border="1" /&gt;There's gonna be a massacre on 12th March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooo! SPM Results Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do attend my funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the ticket counter with Melvin &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(aka Mel Mel aka Miaowind)&lt;/span&gt; and Tracy today during TGV's Siberia period again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, when there's nothing to do, something interesting always pops up. Don't worry, I didn't invade the boys' toilet again. Since Yukana quit her job and Tracy's not crazy enough to do that and... well, Mel Mel, that's enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's a perfect view of Siberia from the ticket counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SbZxwvo_EEI/AAAAAAAACt4/dXaaUTs_Fwo/s1600-h/Image0074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SbZxwvo_EEI/AAAAAAAACt4/dXaaUTs_Fwo/s400/Image0074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311557892766109762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During weekends this place will be jam packed with crazy long queues. But during weekdays... Brrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then Tracy decided to play with the money tester by putting highlighters under the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SbZxxG5JDOI/AAAAAAAACuI/wCZhKghDhBY/s1600-h/Image0073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SbZxxG5JDOI/AAAAAAAACuI/wCZhKghDhBY/s400/Image0073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311557899007888610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like neon sticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink: Tracy's highlighter. 1st Yellow: Mine. 2nd Yellow: Mel Mel's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SbZxwxlXDAI/AAAAAAAACuA/EHqKpYy6y2o/s1600-h/Image0077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SbZxwxlXDAI/AAAAAAAACuA/EHqKpYy6y2o/s400/Image0077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311557893287775234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracy took a tissue out and Mel Mel scribbled 'TGV' on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SbZxxNwV9yI/AAAAAAAACuQ/9DfGcR3x8is/s1600-h/Image0078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SbZxxNwV9yI/AAAAAAAACuQ/9DfGcR3x8is/s400/Image0078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311557900850034466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this. "Tracy, I'm bored."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SbZxxfGUgyI/AAAAAAAACuY/-7lHaxcTCAs/s1600-h/Image0079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SbZxxfGUgyI/AAAAAAAACuY/-7lHaxcTCAs/s400/Image0079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311557905505616674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, we got bored of playing with the money tester. Tracy took all her 10 ringgit notes and place it under the money tester just for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SbZyQCrx8uI/AAAAAAAACug/VtzFLM2p40E/s1600-h/Image0080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SbZyQCrx8uI/AAAAAAAACug/VtzFLM2p40E/s400/Image0080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311558430454051554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...while Mel Mel was waiting patiently for customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SbZyQf2l5II/AAAAAAAACuo/5S6-VOlRbK4/s1600-h/Image0082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SbZyQf2l5II/AAAAAAAACuo/5S6-VOlRbK4/s400/Image0082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311558438284027010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to TGV's Hell's Gate!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SbZyQZCOpkI/AAAAAAAACuw/u_v2ReSrHKk/s1600-h/Image0083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SbZyQZCOpkI/AAAAAAAACuw/u_v2ReSrHKk/s400/Image0083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311558436453787202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, Benjamin came in to bug our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There's 2 telephones in Hell's Gate. One at Melmel's counter, one at Tracy's counter. Benji used the one at Tracy's counter and called the one at Melmel's counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melmel picked it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Benji:&lt;/span&gt; Melvin you're a bitch you're a big bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Melvin:&lt;/span&gt; Thank you, and fuck you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. Bored people do stupid random stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager came in and stuck notices on the glass wall of the counter. Being the bored people we are, Tracy and I went out and took pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SbZyQtBKjXI/AAAAAAAACu4/3cQlb94vowI/s1600-h/Image0085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SbZyQtBKjXI/AAAAAAAACu4/3cQlb94vowI/s400/Image0085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311558441818033522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yikes. Bad news for people who are planning to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Race to Witch Mountain&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dragonball&lt;/span&gt; this weekend! The normal ticket price is RM10 for one person!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch time, Tracy started PMSing and emo-ing. A really scary combination if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SbZyQ66VU0I/AAAAAAAACvA/XpGNRZdGzpQ/s1600-h/Image0086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SbZyQ66VU0I/AAAAAAAACvA/XpGNRZdGzpQ/s400/Image0086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311558445547475778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I notice that she likes to hug the Counter Closed sign when she's emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo-Tracy got fed up with one customer, and decided to sit in one corner and sulk, with the Counter Closed sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SbZyg-fLgYI/AAAAAAAACvI/QDoY2LmIY4E/s1600-h/Image0087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SbZyg-fLgYI/AAAAAAAACvI/QDoY2LmIY4E/s400/Image0087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311558721385234818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Tracy! Put the Counter Closed sign facing towards me please?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SbZyhCCtjUI/AAAAAAAACvQ/kKYtSulie7I/s1600-h/Image088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SbZyhCCtjUI/AAAAAAAACvQ/kKYtSulie7I/s400/Image088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311558722339573058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it. Emo-Tracy with her beloved Counter Closed sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, yeah. Those are the things we did today in the ticket counter during Siberia, besides selling tickets to the measly amount of customers. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trace, hope you're feeling better okay? :)&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/5866930619220353961-2970473520275314910?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/2970473520275314910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-we-do.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/2970473520275314910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/2970473520275314910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-we-do.html' title='The things we do.'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SbZxwvo_EEI/AAAAAAAACt4/dXaaUTs_Fwo/s72-c/Image0074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-6295561654985539526</id><published>2009-03-07T22:13:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T23:33:29.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More of Hell's Gate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Watch this hilarious cinema/Maxis commercial!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tXPJrNZM4gc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tXPJrNZM4gc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I lol'ed like a mad woman.&lt;br /&gt;How come I don't remember seeing this on TV?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But I'm so impressed by how beautiful the cinema in the commercial looks like! Is it possible for cinemas in Malaysia to look this nice? Liz, don't tell me that's GSC Signature in Gardens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'd be so funny if someone actually did that trick when I'm doing my floor duties. Haha! But I'm not that dumb lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My job is turning me into a freak who youtubes cinema-related commercials -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting that aside, I really think that my manager wants to kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new duty roaster for next week came out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday &lt;/span&gt;- OFF (You'll probably be seeing me in the obituary soon cause its SPM RESULTS DAY 12/3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday &lt;/span&gt;- TICKET COUNTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday &lt;/span&gt;- TICKET COUNTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday &lt;/span&gt;- Popcorn bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday &lt;/span&gt;- TICKET COUNTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday &lt;/span&gt;- Floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God. 3 more days of being in Hell's Gate. Boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I just had one of the greatest shocks in my life when working in Hell's Gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afif found an extra RM10 in my drawer. I thought it belonged to me, so I kept it. Belonging to me, in this sense, means that the money's part of my sales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I continued &lt;s&gt;talking like mad&lt;/s&gt; selling tickets as usual, and Azimah walked to the dustbin situated behind me to dump her rubbish. And she actually found a 50 ringgit note inside it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY SHIT. 50 ringgit note, inside a dustbin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joked and said that it's probably mine since my counter is the nearest to the dustbin, who knows the wind might have blown the note right inside the bin. So I took the note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, I wanna see the look on my manager's face when he sees that I excess RM50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I closed counter and went in to calculate my sales, I was shocked to find out that I only had RM10 in excess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF! Where did the RM40 go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered the RM10 Afif found in my drawer before that, so that must be it. Okay, the RM10 was not mine. Then where's the RM50 that I should have in excess??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that proves only one thing - the RM50 note in the dustbin &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;was actually mine&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing is, I don't know how the hell did that note ended up in the dustbin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just think, if Azimah hadn't found that RM50 note, I might have been short of RM50 and will be forced to pay for the shortage using my salary :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Azimah!! You really are the mother of TGV!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My job is turning me into a stressful freak who throws RM50 notes away subconsciously -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning when I opened counter with Siew Hui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Eh, what's the date today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Siew Hui&lt;/span&gt;: 7th of March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; *writes* Oh! Today's Vina's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Siew Hui:&lt;/span&gt; Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Later go home must wish her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DARLING VINA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're finally 18!! You can watch porn!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SbKFy45cFZI/AAAAAAAACtw/AYGVY8vD2EA/s1600-h/vinabdaycard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 344px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SbKFy45cFZI/AAAAAAAACtw/AYGVY8vD2EA/s400/vinabdaycard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310454019936490898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's die together on 12th March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5866930619220353961-6295561654985539526?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/6295561654985539526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/03/more-of-hells-gate.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/6295561654985539526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/6295561654985539526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/03/more-of-hells-gate.html' title='More of Hell&apos;s Gate.'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SbKFy45cFZI/AAAAAAAACtw/AYGVY8vD2EA/s72-c/vinabdaycard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-1190895042871964562</id><published>2009-03-04T22:43:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T00:00:44.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woe is me.</title><content type='html'>♫ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listening to: Lacrimosa - Kalafina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last watched: Gundam 00 2nd Season episode 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://img12.imageshack.us/img12/1920/cgicon01.png" align="left" border="1" /&gt;The new duty roaster is out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nightmare is back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Bee Vee notified me about the new duty roaster, I immediately got into a frenzy and pestered her for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes moved swiftly to my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amanda&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; - Ticket Counter - 9.30am - 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy shit. My nightmare's back. I haven't been at the ticket counter since the week I fell sick. Which was Valentine's Day that week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working at the ticket counter WAS the reason I fell sick. Customers kept coming non-stop, no time to drink water, got dehydrated, which resulted in me having an ulcer, a sore throat, fever, and nausea. So yeah, it's pretty obvious why I've developed a phobia towards that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. David, WHY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calming myself, I read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday &lt;/span&gt;- OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I have the next day to rest. I continued reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday &lt;/span&gt;- Ticket Counter - 10am - 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday &lt;/span&gt;- Ticket Counter - 10am - 6pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday &lt;/span&gt;- Ticket Counter - 9.30am - 5pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday &lt;/span&gt;- Ticket Counter - 11am - 6pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday &lt;/span&gt;- OFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...1 whole week at the ticket counter. WTF. Either my manager threw me back there because I haven't had my duties there for a long time, or he is scheming to kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am suddenly reminded of what Yukana said last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"The ticket counter, is like Hell's Gate. Once you've entered, you'll never come back out."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The ticket counter is an evil place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yukana, you were claiming that you have split personalities because of it. But for me, it's gonna be a matter of life and death. My health is at stake here!! Death can be caused by swallowing small amounts of saliva over a long period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I blogging this? Cause this shall be my will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If working at the ticket counter does become the death of me, someone, anyone, please tell my parents that I loved them dearly and I would very much like them to take my SPM results in my stead, and burn the certificate to me. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5866930619220353961-1190895042871964562?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/1190895042871964562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/03/woe-is-me.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/1190895042871964562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/1190895042871964562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/03/woe-is-me.html' title='Woe is me.'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-5212154527478338264</id><published>2009-03-02T20:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T21:15:05.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinema on a Sunday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm staring at my screen in awe right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GOOfXjMEmBE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GOOfXjMEmBE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The song is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bach's Toccata and Fugue in D minor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seriously, click &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLAY&lt;/span&gt; and be amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Did you see how fast his fingers were moving? It's like he's hitting the piano randomly, but the keys just happen to come out right! Or maybe because his hands movement were so rapid that you can't even detect the mistake he might have made when mashing those notes together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The starting seriously sounds like Davy Jones' music from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest&lt;/span&gt;. (Anna, your video does things to my mind.) Or possibly the Kraken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, being the hopeless girl who can't even master &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chopin's Revolutinary Etude in C Minor&lt;/span&gt; since last May, and nearly twisted her fingers when merely playing the first bar of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fantasie Impromptu&lt;/span&gt;, I AM DOWNRIGHT ENVIOUS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I not born a piano prodigy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woe is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floor duties yesterday was, thankfully, not that chaotic as Saturday. I was working at floor with 3 guys. Foong, Mun Hon, and Benjamin. 3 guys and 1 girl. Wee. (Please note, they rarely give floor duties to girls so being able to work at floor would be an honour)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was quite normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until, Mun Hon smacked Benjamin's face with an elastic band and the great chase began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The next thing I knew, I saw this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SavS2yH7dlI/AAAAAAAACtM/_VHqsDBfz6k/s1600-h/Image0067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SavS2yH7dlI/AAAAAAAACtM/_VHqsDBfz6k/s400/Image0067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308568424396060242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the cinema's main corridor!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Honestly, when will boys ever grow up? If you're interested, Mun Hon's at the bottom and Benjamin's on top. When I showed the picture to Tracy, she was like, "They look like they're doing something very obscene."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky!! I know you'll love this! I snapped this picture just for you! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the guys in TGV like to touch and hug each other. The gay community!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The new posters for the upcoming shows are up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I totally screamed when I saw this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Night at the Museum 2! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SavS264z2xI/AAAAAAAACtU/Xdml3NJmSI0/s1600-h/Image0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SavS264z2xI/AAAAAAAACtU/Xdml3NJmSI0/s400/Image0054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308568426748566290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A prequel for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X-Men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SavS3FE9B3I/AAAAAAAACtc/Z1c4wPqQ8fA/s1600-h/Image0056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SavS3FE9B3I/AAAAAAAACtc/Z1c4wPqQ8fA/s400/Image0056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308568429483853682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, Hugh Jackman's a lot hotter when he's not Wolverine :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went out with Benji today and watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Street Fighter: The Legend of Chun Li.&lt;/span&gt; It was... okay. Not as good as I expected it to be. And Chun Li's suppose to have two buns!! Not a ponytail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was excited to watch the show, cause I thought Rock Howard might appear in it. Until I realized that he's in the Fatal Fury series, not Street Fighter! Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vina:&lt;/span&gt; "Was Kula Diamond in the movie then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; "NO!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Vina + Kula Diamond = Your Worst Nightmare. If you're against her in the King of Fighters game, all she does is press that accursed triangle button on the controller, and you won't even have to bother having your character standing up anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH MEANS, you're dead meat! Bahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm hoping that King of Fighters would be made into a movie. After all these years of playing KOF, my ultimate favourite will always be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rock Howard&lt;/span&gt;. He's hot, he kicks ass, his fire is purple in colour (purple's my fav), he.... has really long legs. *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Savau5HhnXI/AAAAAAAACtk/7WE12e6tfUQ/s1600-h/Doss-Rock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/Savau5HhnXI/AAAAAAAACtk/7WE12e6tfUQ/s400/Doss-Rock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308577084927483250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fangirlling's good for the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5866930619220353961-5212154527478338264?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/5212154527478338264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/03/cinema-on-sunday.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/5212154527478338264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/5212154527478338264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/03/cinema-on-sunday.html' title='Cinema on a Sunday.'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SavS2yH7dlI/AAAAAAAACtM/_VHqsDBfz6k/s72-c/Image0067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-1723264200649641457</id><published>2009-02-28T22:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T00:08:27.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>War of the cinema.</title><content type='html'>♫ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listening to: Tomorrow - Ayumi Tsunematsu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last watched: Clannad ~After Story~ episode 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/2e39753.jpg" align="left" border="1" /&gt;All the things that could have possibly gone wrong in a cinema, all of it, happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day which I'm having my floor duties. JOY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to tell you the disasters that happened during World War IV today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;1. Someone was caught recording the film in Cinema 1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually there were two, but the first one managed to get away because I went to ask the manager about what to do, and when I came back, she stopped recording. The person who was caught told me that she was just doing it for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For fun. Geez, woman. Grow up will you? By right, people who are caught recording in a cinema will be prosecuted by law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Someone came out from Cinema 6 and told me that something was wrong with the screen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minor problem. I used the walkie-talkie to inform the person in the Projection Room about it and it was fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;3. Another person came out from Cinema 5 and complained that the couple sitting right in front of him kept on kissing for every 5 to 10 minutes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Now that's something you don't hear everyday. Thomas just went in to stand somewhere near the couple and the couple stopped their shameless, lovey-dovey acts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good, another problem fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;4. A bunch of underage freaks came to watch Street Fighter, which is rated 18PL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either they're stupid enough to think that they can trick me, or they're just plain lazy to check the movie rating. Made such a hassle in the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I continued tearing the tickets, Azimah and Thomas went to stop them, they got fed up and started scolding. They even called Azimah a bitch. Like dude, they're just doing their job. You're lucky that you're not called an asshole or a pea brain for trying to break the cinema rules. (not in your faces anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;5. A few customers came out from the cinema and told me that someone's sitting in their seats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I patiently took the torchlight and guided them in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;6. A lady spilled her coke all over the carpeted floor in the cinema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. The cleaner auntie was so mad that when after everyone had exited the cinema, she started scolding in Cantonese - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Gam doh yan sei, yau um gin lei sei!"&lt;/span&gt; (So many people are dying in this world, but you're not one of them.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. I was shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;7. SOMEONE PEED IN THE CINEMA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD HELP ME. This is the 21st century for crap's sake. Shouldn't you be civilised enough to know that peeing in a public area is forbidden, and utterly disgusting? How shameless can you get??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SalRH_PhALI/AAAAAAAACtE/ksCUB84HchI/s1600-h/IMG_7798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SalRH_PhALI/AAAAAAAACtE/ksCUB84HchI/s400/IMG_7798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307862833510285490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I pity the cleaners. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;8. 15 minutes before the 5.30 show in Cinema 5, a wire fused in said cinema and there was a horrible stench cause of the smoke. Like something was burning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh lord. It took quite some time for the workers to get it fixed, and to make it worse, we were keeping more than 150 customers waiting at the cinema foyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SalRHp1Z9qI/AAAAAAAACs8/gxzWXp1UUgM/s1600-h/IMG_7789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SalRHp1Z9qI/AAAAAAAACs8/gxzWXp1UUgM/s400/IMG_7789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307862827763627682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, yeah, I survived the great war.&lt;br /&gt;And I still love my job!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was &lt;a href="http://bowwowdoggie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yukana&lt;/a&gt;'s last day of working at TGV. Even though I promised her that we'll take lotsa pictures today, but we didn't. Cause of the war and the crazy crowd and the problematic people with their malfunctioning brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did manage to use my camera and zoom in from where I stood at the podium right to the popcorn counter. &lt;a href="http://bowwowdoggie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yukana&lt;/a&gt;, I caught you fiddling with your phone! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SalRHYnrKMI/AAAAAAAACs0/hAim9lB_LHc/s1600-h/IMG_7788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SalRHYnrKMI/AAAAAAAACs0/hAim9lB_LHc/s400/IMG_7788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307862823142631618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you lots! :( Promise me you'll visit often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;P/S &lt;/span&gt;Aqi, thanks for your Lulu icons! They're perfect the way they are. You're an icon genius too!&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/5866930619220353961-1723264200649641457?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/1723264200649641457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/02/war-of-cinema.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/1723264200649641457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/1723264200649641457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/02/war-of-cinema.html' title='War of the cinema.'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i39.tinypic.com/2e39753_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-5727746780603803289</id><published>2009-02-25T20:56:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T21:52:02.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Two Benjamins</title><content type='html'>♫ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listening to: RED CLIFF ~Shin Sen~ - Alan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last watched: Gundam 00 2nd Season episode 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://img7.imageshack.us/img7/410/96582060.png" align="left" border="1" /&gt;It's my off day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what better way to spend an off day with 6 of my friends and colleagues at the cinema!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that just goes without saying: TGV is already our second home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Curious Case of Benjamin Button&lt;/span&gt; is a curious case indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;NO SPOILERS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SaVBIRPhxkI/AAAAAAAACss/u3HXoMp0kg4/s1600-h/curious_case_of_benjamin_button_ver3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SaVBIRPhxkI/AAAAAAAACss/u3HXoMp0kg4/s400/curious_case_of_benjamin_button_ver3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306719346249287234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Curious Case of Benjamin Button&lt;/span&gt; is meaningful, and touching. It's another kind of love story, one that is flawed by the life's imperfections and marred by the passage of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to put a popcorn in my mouth when they first revealed the ugly critter of a baby wrapped in those blankets, just newborn and already abandoned... My hand automatically moved back to the popcorn bucket again. Tracy, who was happily ingesting her sushi was revolted that she didn't feel like eating anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I cried at the end. When she held that little boy in her arms at the end, god, if I hadn't had my eye-liner on, I would have bawled my eyes out. Yeah, I'm a sucker for tragic romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as the credits started to roll, I immediately bugged &lt;a href="http://bowwowdoggie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yukana&lt;/a&gt; "Tissue, tissue." Tracy and co thought I was crying like shit, but actually, I only allowed 2 tear drops to fall and needed the tissue just in case it smeared up my eye make-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned around. And saw my male colleague crying too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice to know that sentimental guys still exist among us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thedarknightwanderer.blogspot.com/"&gt;Liz&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/nouvina.blogspot.com"&gt;Vina&lt;/a&gt;, can't really say that this is a must-watch for you guys cause it heavily depends on the individual. If you appreciate life stories, just give this a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, &lt;a href="http://royal-darkness.blogspot.com/"&gt;Manda&lt;/a&gt;, I do agree with you. I'm not a fan of Brad Pitt but watching this movie makes me appreciate his good looks even more than before! Cate Blanchett, on the other hand, was just incandescent. I can only find the word 'ethereal' befitting to describe her beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, you people still remember my colleague, Benjamin right? &lt;a href="http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/02/cinema-and-me.html"&gt;The notorious prank caller&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is an account on how Benjamin asked me out, and why I miraculously agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benji saw us today at the popcorn counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Amanda&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Benji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Amanda, so like that lah now, go for movies also didn't bother to ask me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Cause I know you're working today."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"So, if I say, 'lets go to watch a movie together next time', what would you say?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"When's your next off day?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Hmmm, next Monday." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Oh hey! I'm off next Monday too." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Then lets go lah."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Er... okay."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Seriously? You're not lying or anything?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hesitating. And he knew I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"You know, I'm thinking that you're the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TONA&lt;/span&gt; type of person."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"What's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TONA&lt;/span&gt;??" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Talk Only No Action." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Are you insulting me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Obviously."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pointed up my index finger at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"You....!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smirked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Okay, fine, to prove to you that I'm not the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TONA&lt;/span&gt; type, I'll go with you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Serious?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"YES." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Deal then." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked away with a :O on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Yukana, I'm freaked myself too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5866930619220353961-5727746780603803289?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/5727746780603803289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/02/listening-to-red-cliff-shin-sen-alan.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/5727746780603803289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/5727746780603803289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/02/listening-to-red-cliff-shin-sen-alan.html' title='Of Two Benjamins'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SaVBIRPhxkI/AAAAAAAACss/u3HXoMp0kg4/s72-c/curious_case_of_benjamin_button_ver3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-6998660664679915757</id><published>2009-02-24T21:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T22:13:58.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys toilet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The cinema during its "Siberia" period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SaP7U-ACZwI/AAAAAAAACr8/LJOuXZ3SDUQ/s1600-h/Image0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SaP7U-ACZwI/AAAAAAAACr8/LJOuXZ3SDUQ/s400/Image0047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306361123631687426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold. And lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is one of the times when I actually appreciate the Siberia-ish atmosphere. I'm paid to do nothing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, when there's nothing to do, something naughty always pops up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on my way to the washroom and I passed by the boys' toilet, and saw Afif and Yukana inside. I was like, O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oi, you're a girl, what are you doing inside a guy's toilet??" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yukana:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Never mind, I look somewhat like a guy." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Explanation: &lt;/span&gt;She just had a haircut, and a dramatic change of hairstyle. The hairdresser cut her hair too short. And on the next day, everyone started commenting on her short hair and sang Beyonce's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I Were A Boy &lt;/span&gt;to her.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I stepped in too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I'M INVADING THIS PIECE OF SACRED LAND AGAIN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SaP7U51c2oI/AAAAAAAACsM/EiqWx3jUvrY/s1600-h/Image0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SaP7U51c2oI/AAAAAAAACsM/EiqWx3jUvrY/s400/Image0048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306361122513541762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's TGV Cinema's boys toilet for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so amazed by this invention stuck to the wall that I stood there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Wow, so this is how a guy pees." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afif was laughing like he hasn't seen a girl in a boys toilet before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Afif!!!"&lt;/span&gt; I screamed. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"How do you flush this thing?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You just need to press that round button."&lt;/span&gt; said he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached out my hand to said button and kept pressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SaP7VNHr7rI/AAAAAAAACsU/edd8_nOzgLs/s1600-h/Image0049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SaP7VNHr7rI/AAAAAAAACsU/edd8_nOzgLs/s400/Image0049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306361127690301106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Eh, why is nothing happening?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afif came over. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Not that one, it's this one!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SaP7VGRfv6I/AAAAAAAACsc/AUNONJuKSug/s1600-h/Image0049+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SaP7VGRfv6I/AAAAAAAACsc/AUNONJuKSug/s400/Image0049+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306361125852397474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, Afif pressed that button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SaP7dhoyC1I/AAAAAAAACsk/NlxESvlZWVw/s1600-h/Image0050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SaP7dhoyC1I/AAAAAAAACsk/NlxESvlZWVw/s400/Image0050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306361270636776274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! *gasps* Water's coming out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so amazed that I exclaimed in surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, Afif laughed again like he hasn't seen a girl who doesn't know how that wall-invention-thingy-for-guys-to-pee flushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA. This post is so random. And obscene, if you like to put it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yukana and I actually took pictures inside the boys toilet but she threatened me not to post them here on my blog. And obey her I shall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SaP7U0uIQRI/AAAAAAAACsE/j0L748Yke9Q/s1600-h/Image0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SaP7U0uIQRI/AAAAAAAACsE/j0L748Yke9Q/s400/Image0051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306361121140654354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siberia~ here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5866930619220353961-6998660664679915757?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/6998660664679915757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/02/boys-toilet.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/6998660664679915757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/6998660664679915757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/02/boys-toilet.html' title='Boys toilet.'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SaP7U-ACZwI/AAAAAAAACr8/LJOuXZ3SDUQ/s72-c/Image0047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-3199419745414777424</id><published>2009-02-22T21:48:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T00:06:56.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGV on a Sunday.</title><content type='html'>♫ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listening to: Trust You - Yuna Itou &lt;/span&gt;(again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last watched: Tales of the Abyss episode 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://img502.imageshack.us/img502/76/11773541.jpg" align="left" border="1" /&gt;Ohmigosh this weekend was absolutely crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, World War III just broke out in the cinema today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;400+ customers flooding the cinema's foyer every 2 hours. Everyone was running around the popcorn bar like mad chickens, busy filling up popcorn buckets, grabbing snacks and drinks, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even though the number of admits today did not exceed 6000, it was harrowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare not imagine how it was like last year during CNY. I've checked the number of admits for last year's CNY. 7000+. Thanks to Stephen Chow's movie, CJ7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's madness was all thanks to Malaysia's first 3D animated film - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Geng: Upin &amp;amp; Ipin&lt;/span&gt;. All the shows today were full house!! Even the morning show!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SaFYgwDzpyI/AAAAAAAACrg/1gw7bSY9QfY/s1600-h/Image0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SaFYgwDzpyI/AAAAAAAACrg/1gw7bSY9QfY/s400/Image0042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305619155699083042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time seeing a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SOLD OUT&lt;/span&gt; word on my computer screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yukana and I went into the cinema just to check out how a full house cinema looked like. When I went in, I was like "Eh, why is it so hot, something wrong with the air-con?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ho, right before me, was a hall of eager audiences exchanging carbon dioxides with each other. Damn freakin' congested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, Yukana and I laughed till our sides hurt when watching the show. Even when we stumbled out of the cinema, we were still bending over with hysterical laughter so loud, that even Navin, who was standing right at the end of the corridor, could hear us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Popcorn bar scene I. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two foreign customers came to the counter and ordered their stuff.&lt;br /&gt;After receiving the money and giving back their change, they mumbled something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Foreign customers:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;terimakasih&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Foreign customers:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;terimakasih&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Oh! You want a plastic? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*grabs plastic bag and gives it to them*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Foreign customers:&lt;/span&gt; Erm, do you speak Bahasa (Melayu)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Foreign customers:&lt;/span&gt; Te. Ri. Ma. Ka. Sih. It means Thank You right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; OH!!!! I'm so sorry. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*awkwardly reaches forward to take back the plastic bag*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How embarrassing. My colleagues were all laughing at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was when Suzzane told me last time, two foreign customers came to her counter too. They said 2 mineral water. But she heard 2 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ninja Turtle&lt;/span&gt;. LOL!!! This is just one of the times when working at the popcorn bar I get to laugh my ass off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Popcorn bar scene II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*playing with the ice absent-mindedly*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suzzane&lt;/span&gt;: Amanda, one regular popcorn *hands popcorn bucket over*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*grabs ice and was about to put the ice into the popcorn bucket and fill it with coke until Suzzane screamed*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suzzane&lt;/span&gt;: What are you doing????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And only then I realized what I was about to do and laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Tele-sales room scene I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mun Hon:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*talking on the phone with a customer*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Yukana, Bee Vee and Kevin were in the room lazing around, chatting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mun Hon:&lt;/span&gt; Okay, so sekarang I repeat you punya booking ya. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*repeats booking*&lt;/span&gt; Booking number kamu ialah, &lt;insert&gt;[insert random booking number here]. Sila datang 1 jam lebih awal untuk ambil tiket. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sekian, terima kasih.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a very short pause in the room before everyone bursted out laughing at Mun Hon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously? If you're calling to TGV to book tickets and the person says "Sekian, terima kasih." to you, you'd laugh right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah, I love my job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go off to bed (it's been a long day, figures), &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Manda&lt;/span&gt; my dear banana sistah ;) No matter how old you are, you'll still be immensely loved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SaFnlj3mX9I/AAAAAAAACr0/60JhGMMxIWg/s1600-h/manda21bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SaFnlj3mX9I/AAAAAAAACr0/60JhGMMxIWg/s400/manda21bday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305635731000418258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/insert&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/5866930619220353961-3199419745414777424?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/3199419745414777424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/02/tgv-on-sunday.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/3199419745414777424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/3199419745414777424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/02/tgv-on-sunday.html' title='TGV on a Sunday.'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SaFYgwDzpyI/AAAAAAAACrg/1gw7bSY9QfY/s72-c/Image0042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-5487274305795578659</id><published>2009-02-19T22:00:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T23:32:46.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Projection Room</title><content type='html'>♫ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listening to: Trust You - Yuna Itou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last watched: Tower of Druaga ~Sword of Uruk~ ep 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://img26.imageshack.us/img26/9408/537393yc7.png" align="left" border="1" /&gt;Before I managed to type this blog post out, I had to restart my freezing computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was just doing some photoshopping, until it suddenly started to lag like shit. Even hitting Ctrl + Alt + Del couldn't save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was already trying very hard to resist the dying temptation to kick that Restart button on my CPU, but in the end, I still did it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the more reason to get a laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad!! I hope you're reading this!! Cause I'm in dire need of one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...On second thought, I better don't hope that you're reading this. It'd be scary if your parents actually read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've finally received my KDU College confirmation letter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SZ1o7rRAjKI/AAAAAAAACqg/mhIj0e0S39k/s1600-h/IMG_7777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SZ1o7rRAjKI/AAAAAAAACqg/mhIj0e0S39k/s400/IMG_7777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304511310547946658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I am relieved that they accepted me, I totally dread the day that I would have to crawl out of my hermit shell and survive in the outside world, alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KDU College is in Penang, which is basically two states away from where I live. I don't feel like leaving so soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss my job in the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, ever wondered what lies on the top floor of the cinema?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fret not, I shall show you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right before the stairs up to Cinema 5 and 6, there's a door on your left and outsiders are forbidden to enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You open the door, and you'll see this rusty old staircase. Just climb your way to the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SZ1pJHDrRtI/AAAAAAAACrY/p3yCgdQs2z0/s1600-h/Image0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SZ1pJHDrRtI/AAAAAAAACrY/p3yCgdQs2z0/s400/Image0020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304511541346518738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You'll reach a door which requires a password for access. But, being a staff of the cinema, which I am proud of, I have the privilege to enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tadah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look to your right, and you'll see this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SZ1o76a0a-I/AAAAAAAACqw/v05_XdqQzdo/s1600-h/Image0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SZ1o76a0a-I/AAAAAAAACqw/v05_XdqQzdo/s400/Image0033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304511314615626722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Walk on, and you'll be able to explore the rest of this exclusive space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the huge projectors for Cinema 5 and 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SZ1o73dVKmI/AAAAAAAACqo/_3Mh5R26jBA/s1600-h/Image0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SZ1o73dVKmI/AAAAAAAACqo/_3Mh5R26jBA/s400/Image0032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304511313820854882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom Cruise's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Valkyrie&lt;/span&gt; is on in Cinema 2! And is that Bernard Hill (King Theoden from Lord of the Rings)'s face I see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SZ1o7wnSmOI/AAAAAAAACq4/A2jeyVlbRjU/s1600-h/Image0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SZ1o7wnSmOI/AAAAAAAACq4/A2jeyVlbRjU/s400/Image0034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304511311983581410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha! Pink Panther 2's on in Cinema 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SZ1pJPTju6I/AAAAAAAACrQ/XhshNdMPwAY/s1600-h/Image0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SZ1pJPTju6I/AAAAAAAACrQ/XhshNdMPwAY/s400/Image0038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304511543560616866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ever-so-silly Inspector Clouseau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SZ1o76omVwI/AAAAAAAACrA/LY53thPP9t0/s1600-h/Image0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SZ1o76omVwI/AAAAAAAACrA/LY53thPP9t0/s400/Image0036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304511314673424130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just more of these complicated machineries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SZ1pJOIASLI/AAAAAAAACrI/nw_8hDiCI0g/s1600-h/Image0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SZ1pJOIASLI/AAAAAAAACrI/nw_8hDiCI0g/s400/Image0037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304511543243720882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sorely tempted to wave my hand in front of the projector and see if the screen will go blank just for one split second. Haha! Bet the customers would be shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I would have loved to take more pictures but I just realized that there's actually CCTV in the Projection Room! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh shit&lt;/span&gt;. I hope my manager didn't see me snapping all those pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran my way down, and made it back to the stairs in the cinema foyer, and realized that my manager was talking to someone outside of the manager's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means that he couldn't have seen me via the CCTV when I was in the Projection Room. Which also means that I'm safe! Yay! What luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now wouldn't you love to work in a cinema too?&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just realized that there are actually some extremely kind-hearted boys working in the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week during my pre-fever period, my colleague Afif came all the way to the cinema just to give me a bottle of honey water to sooth my sore throat. And it was his off day! Made me felt so guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just today, Kian Siang told me that he's off tomorrow, and if I'm not well enough (I'm having a terrible cold now) tomorrow to go buy lunch, he told me to message him so he can buy it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I feel so bad that I'm sick now. But at least now I know that not all the good men in this world are extincted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trailer for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pandora Hearts&lt;/span&gt;, an upcoming anime adapted from the manga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="275"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/opFsE8ck4bk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/opFsE8ck4bk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="275"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just decided to check it out cause I see many people, especially the manga fans, getting hyped over this. Well, I love the trailer's music, that's for sure. All Hail Yuki Kajiura!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and that dude at 0:25 will be voiced by Akira Ishida! It's been a while since I last saw him in a decent role. Druaga excluded, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll have to time to watch this when I'm in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5866930619220353961-5487274305795578659?l=enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/feeds/5487274305795578659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/02/listening-to-trust-you-yuna-itou-last.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/5487274305795578659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866930619220353961/posts/default/5487274305795578659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantressinthedark.blogspot.com/2009/02/listening-to-trust-you-yuna-itou-last.html' title='The Projection Room'/><author><name>Amanda Vi Britannia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824690176467530638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/TS8X20cEscI/AAAAAAAADmw/8DRCe-FfpUQ/S220/Image.aspx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7VJQaNI5no/SZ1o7rRAjKI/AAAAAAAACqg/mhIj0e0S39k/s72-c/IMG_7777.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866930619220353961.post-152944406212026916</id><published>2009-02-18T22:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T23:19:42.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My dad's car.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onb
