<?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-7380007328913480461</id><updated>2012-02-14T13:13:51.953+08:00</updated><category term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Confessions of a Shilly Shally</title><subtitle type='html'>The trouble with life is there’s no background music.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>108</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-2745016766612959364</id><published>2011-10-21T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T14:05:16.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How la like that?</title><content type='html'>It's already 2pm and instead of cramming for my exam, I'm blogging. I seriously need to learn how to prioritize better. It's not that I can't do it, it's just that the mind is willing but the flesh is weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when it happens. It makes me feel like a hypocrite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-2745016766612959364?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/2745016766612959364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=2745016766612959364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/2745016766612959364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/2745016766612959364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2011/10/how-la-like-that.html' title='How la like that?'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-3741963849112645790</id><published>2011-08-21T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T23:10:53.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the end of the day,</title><content type='html'>I have been sitting here for 10 minutes trying to figure out what to write, but so far all I got is nothing. Absolutely nothing. Its not that I have nothing to say, nor have opinions on matters. Some are not really worth mentioning anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what the heck am I doing right now writing empty words when I really have nothing to say or opine about? Its not like you would like to know about my studies,to which its&amp;nbsp;abysmal, or my insecurities, to which you know of, or my deep dark secrets, which, I have none, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging used to be a fad, a way to vent anger or joy or worries in the world wide web where everybody but nobody reads it. I have no idea how many readers I have. For all you know, I might only have one. So I blog, thinking that someone out there cares about what I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was what I did, I blogged. I thought it was cool. But as time passes, one by one, my friends left and the urge to blog for them slowly fades, like a passing trend. So it was then I realise that there was a co-relation between friends and blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blog for my friends, so that they can read my junk and crap and they would not judge me. Pardon the hiatus, exams ant the holidays took a toll on my writing skills. I was away from this so long that in fact, I almost forgot my blog website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that is a sign, that I should stop blogging. After all, I have Facebook, Twitter, Skype, etc. Or it could be a sign that I should kick my procrastination habbit to the kerb for good, and continue blogging. I do like to write, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, it's just trying to tell me something but I'm not listening to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-3741963849112645790?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/3741963849112645790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=3741963849112645790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/3741963849112645790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/3741963849112645790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2011/08/in-end-of-day.html' title='In the end of the day,'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-5896150307588875309</id><published>2011-04-27T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T23:49:57.953+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>The greatest pleasure in life is doing what people say you cannot do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Slight digression from my Law of Trust. I really hate that subject. Even the thought of it makes my skin curl. Anyway, here is my thought of the day:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"People with issues-should we entertain or let it be?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Growing up, I was the kid that everyone could depend on. The one who can, without a doubt, make things better and make things right. This is not a self-glorification, mind you, this is merely public opinion of me. Whether or not I like it, I will get things done. Whether I do it right, that's a whole different story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;So as you can see, I probably possess a 'can-do' attitude. I take everything in stride and if it fails, I move on. I just have to. But the thing is, I hate failing. Not the academic sense of failing but more of a making a decision and it consequentially fails. I will always berate myself for it, and I always regret for not taking the later. Thus moving on is hard to do. Stuck in a rut, that's what they say. I tell people I'm over the dilemma but the truth remains that the failure still brews in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;People say its human to make mistakes. I hate that saying. It always made me feel inadequate and incompetent, a dissapointment to many. So the moving on part may be harder then expected. So it brings me to this; is it ok for someone who cant get the moving on part right to tell someone else with issues that may be far worse than mine to move on when I myself cant do it? Or is it just better to lend an ear for rants?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Im being a hypocrite here aren't I? How can you give an advice when you yourself can even accept that very same advice? Kind of like a pot calling the kettle black case no? But does this mean that I cant give advice at all if I cant take it? I for one dislike the fact that just because I cant take my own advise, does not mean that I cant give it. It's sort of a thing I have developed over the years, giving advise like Im some sort of therapist. It's not my fault per se, but my friends just keep asking me like Im bloody Dr Psychiatrist.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Someone told me I should learn to listen instead. Accept the fact that not everyone wants advise but rather an ear for someone to listen to. Maybe that someone is right. Maybe I SHOULD try to be like that. Accept the fact that you cant control everything nor be asked to control stuff. I hope that sentence made sense, as how it did in my head. It's not that Im a control freak or anything, it's just that I prefer things to be guided to where it should be, certain and precise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Certainty and precision. My two best and hated words. Lets just leave this for another time. As well as lost oppurtunity. So till the next post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;PS:I think Im going to start labelling my posts from now on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;PPS:I switched my blog up. A fresh perspective. What do you think? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Adieu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-5896150307588875309?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/5896150307588875309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=5896150307588875309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/5896150307588875309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/5896150307588875309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2011/04/greatest-pleasure-in-life-is-doing-what.html' title='The greatest pleasure in life is doing what people say you cannot do.'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-9162722728818496170</id><published>2011-04-23T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T23:17:54.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A birthday is just the first day of another 365-day journey around the sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;So Im turning 22. Can I give an eye-roll and a sarcastic yay for hitting the identical double digit of 2-2?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_So0P2gtL12U/S9Pc7-PUOsI/AAAAAAAAC-8/NSzFyIGpCes/s1600/Happy_Birthday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_So0P2gtL12U/S9Pc7-PUOsI/AAAAAAAAC-8/NSzFyIGpCes/s320/Happy_Birthday.jpg" width="219" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I have never been one who likes to blow things out of proportion and go full scale on celebrating the 'day'. The big day. I'd never really liked hosting parties. I dont know why, its not that I cant, but I just dont want to. &amp;nbsp; The one thing I do like though, is an intimate gathering with close family and friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I get it, its a celebration of your 'big' day, but I feel that it's just another day in the year. Sure, that day seems to be extra special to many but, well, I don't know. Maybe it's because my Part 1 Finals are coming up ever so closely, and I have yet to be remotely prepared for it. I really hope its because of this that I'm feeling indifferent about my birthdays.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But, emotions aside, I will be 22 whether I like it or not. So, why not be excited about it. After all, so many 24 April babies will be doing just the same exact thing. Here's a little extract about my birthdate:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Taurus is the second sign of the astrological year and is known by its symbol, the Bull. Taureans are loyal, thrifty, kindhearted, and they possess great personal charm, good looks, and a lovely speaking voice."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: blue; line-height: 14pt; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;strong style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Taurus Woman&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: blue; line-height: 14pt; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: blue; line-height: 14pt; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Taurus woman is stylish, well-groomed, and socially involved. Whether she turns her energies to domestic or professional aims, she is certain to give it all that she has. Taurus women are stubborn, practical, and budget-minded. They have the ability to balance family and career life without losing their emotional equilibrium. These women have their feet planted firmly on the ground.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;A Taurus born on April 24 is a sleek, sophisticated individual with a flair for the good life and a love of glamor. They are also talented, with a good sense of humor and the ability to&amp;nbsp;laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;at themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 14pt; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 14pt; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Friends and Lovers&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 14pt; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Because of their great personal charm, these individuals have a large social circle and plenty of admiring friends. In&amp;nbsp;love, they are warm, affectionate, and loving partners. But it is not difficult for them to be alone, for they are emotionally self-sufficient.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 14pt; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;strong style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Children and Family&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 14pt; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The conventional side of April 24 individuals likes being part of a family unit; however, they can be mischievous, stubborn, and a little rebellious. They make protective parents who may have trouble allowing their children to make their own mistakes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 14pt; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;strong style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Career and Finances&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 14pt; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;These folks have keen instincts and usually manage to make cherished financial expectations pay off. Because they have a great deal of creative talent, they often find themselves as artists, designers, and instructors in multimedia arts. Good investment decisions are a snap for these savvy individuals.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 14pt; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;strong style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dreams and Goals&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 14pt; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;These energetic, irrepressible people tend to formulate definite career plans at an early age. At the same time, they're practical and patient. Fortuitously, April 24 individuals are expert at managing their financial future without help from professionals.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14pt;"&gt;You know, I can relate to all these things. It's is actually true. Which is scary. Especially the emotioally sufficient part. Maybe that is why I don't have a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;significant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;other until now. But I'm not so sure about the creative talent part, I cant draw for nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And guess what? I celebrate my birthday with these people:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Barbra Sterisand-singer/actor (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;born April 24, 1942)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Cedric the Entertainer-actor&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;(born April 24, 1964)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Djimon Hounsou-actor (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;born April 24, 1964)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Jean Paul Gaultier-fashion designer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(born 24 April 1952)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Kelly Clarkson-singer&amp;nbsp;(born April 24, 1982)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sachin Tendulkar-cricket player for India (&lt;/b&gt;born 24 April 1973)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Shirley MacLaine-actor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(born April 24, 1934)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tyson Ritter-lead singer for All American Rejects (born April 24 1984)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Not such a bad day for April 24 huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-9162722728818496170?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/9162722728818496170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=9162722728818496170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/9162722728818496170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/9162722728818496170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2011/04/birthday-is-just-first-day-of-another.html' title='A birthday is just the first day of another 365-day journey around the sun'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_So0P2gtL12U/S9Pc7-PUOsI/AAAAAAAAC-8/NSzFyIGpCes/s72-c/Happy_Birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-585764451811053100</id><published>2011-04-11T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T20:31:30.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As of now</title><content type='html'>Hello all, sorry for the not updating the study diary. I got bored of it and a little lazy. Besides, nobody wants to hear me talk about my studies. It's depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, what have I been up to? mugging my books? not really. But I HAVE been doing some studies. Just to qualify myself. But as of late, some stuff has been happening and right now it has put me in a state of limbo. NOT a good feeling to get into right now. God, I never knew these things are so hard to do. Or is it just me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, right now, Im pushing these matters aside, for the sake of my exam. WHICH IS GENAP GENAP SATU BULAN FROM NOW. I am so terrified now. Instead of die hard studying, guess what I am die hard doing right now :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wlW5c4tInvY" title="YouTube video player" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is just SO TALENTED! And leng chai as well! By the way his name is Michael Tompkinson =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also stalking :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/t9-CS2v8wcc" title="YouTube video player" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG THE FALSETTO! INSANE! Nick Pitera. Dont you think he looks a bit like this guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gcF9ICgLqi4" title="YouTube video player" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then. Back to my books&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-585764451811053100?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/585764451811053100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=585764451811053100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/585764451811053100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/585764451811053100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2011/04/as-of-now.html' title='As of now'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wlW5c4tInvY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-8246827049887388262</id><published>2011-03-25T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T16:03:05.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="yuno - STEPH Y U NO STUDY?" src="http://images1.memegenerator.net/ImageMacro/6515736/STEPH-Y-U-NO-STUDY.jpg?imageSize=Medium&amp;amp;generatorName=yuno" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspiration from Tsing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-8246827049887388262?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/8246827049887388262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=8246827049887388262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/8246827049887388262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/8246827049887388262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2011/03/inspiration-from-tsing.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-4473215575868270225</id><published>2011-03-25T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T10:53:49.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 14</title><content type='html'>Today we revised Law of Trust-Constitution and Covenants. I think i can manage a covenant question if it comes out. Which is good news. Now I sorta have 3/4 questions that i can manage which is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night was Commercial Law- International trade. It was pretty straightforward, not like the sale of goods. My lecturer said that the questions now do not do justice to the subject. I said, "If it ain't broke, why fix it?" Isn't it better this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, if you have not saw in facebook already, I'll tell you here. In between the Trust and Commercial Subjects, I went home. I seriously needed a bath. But on the way home, there was this guy in the bus (yes, I STILL take the bus) who wanted to give me his number, which i politely declined. To be honest, I was taken by surprise by this. You dont see much of these things happening in&amp;nbsp;buses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although he was very good looking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-4473215575868270225?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/4473215575868270225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=4473215575868270225' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/4473215575868270225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/4473215575868270225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-14.html' title='Day 14'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-6375757259583143736</id><published>2011-03-22T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T23:25:59.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 13</title><content type='html'>Law of Trust today with Secret Trust. Also another&amp;nbsp;manageable&amp;nbsp;topic for me, which I hope is good news. But DAMMIT IT WAS RAINING THE WHOLE DAY TODAY!! My feet were wet, my bag was wet. So dreary. What the Fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to add to this piling mess I keep breaking out into rashes. And the silly thing is I dont know what is causing it. I changed the bed spread, I checked my food/drinks and I still dont know whats causing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing before I sign off. I would really like to remove the message box but Im a bit hesitant. Im getting annoyed by spammers. You think I should? Opinions please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-6375757259583143736?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/6375757259583143736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=6375757259583143736' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/6375757259583143736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/6375757259583143736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-13.html' title='Day 13'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-224112531242705226</id><published>2011-03-21T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:13:46.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 10, 11, 12</title><content type='html'>A jumbled post yet again. But I NO PROCRASTINATE ok?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 10: It was Commercial Law with the Law of Agency again. But we finished early though, if you count 9.00pm early. I never liked night classes at my college. In fact, I think no one does. You go home late, eat dinner late, and get so exhausted that you want to drop into snooze land as soon as that head touch the pillow. Not fun at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 11: Begining of Law of Trust. The hardest subject in Part 1 Finals if you ask me. In fact it's so hard that 1/5 will fail this paper. I pray to God that I'm not that 4/5. So a Singaporean lecturer came in and gave a lecture on Three Certainties. Later that night was Charitable Trust/Doctrine of Cy Pres (as in 'see-pray') . I liked this topic, its manageable for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 12: Law of Trust- Formalities and also Constitution. OMG my head was spinning after that class.I forgot how confusing and hard it was until now. Lord help us all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-224112531242705226?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/224112531242705226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=224112531242705226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/224112531242705226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/224112531242705226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-10-11-12.html' title='Day 10, 11, 12'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-2525744877489962907</id><published>2011-03-17T23:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T00:02:57.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4,5,6,7,8,9</title><content type='html'>All jumbled into 1 post. I was BUSY lah Tsing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 4 was Proprietary Estoppel and Easements. I should qualify myself here, I did not attend this class. Why, you may ask. Well I had a wedding to attend and it was waaaaaaaaaay more fun than studying. Actually ANYTHING is more fun than studying. Except house chores. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway I have never been invited to an Indian wedding till today (that day, actually). It was so much fun. The first half was conducted at a temple and it was loud and pulsating. I noticed that the bride and groom were always throwing things into the fire so I asked my friend. This is what her reply was in summary:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;"Most of the things that is thrown in fire are for the sake of asking for blessing."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nope, there was no light bulb moment for me that moment ok.I could have told you that. Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the temple ceremony I thought of going back to continue my lessons but I was on the monorail, I was feeling lazy, I did not want to see junior lecturers&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; (side note: I notice a lot of junior lecturers, freshly graduating from his/her degree barely a year older to me seem to be conducting these tutorials/lectures. Why la?)&lt;/span&gt;, A friend and I decided to go to Berjaya Times Square, where we walked aimlessly for an hour before settling down at Starbucks to revise. Guilty pangs hit me, that was the reason for the revision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;After that we came back to college and continued on to the next law subject : Commercial Law. We revised Law of Agency. I was so worn out that moment, I didn't think I could make it for the 3 hours. But I did so YAY ME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Day 5: It was a night class of Commercial Law and we continued Law of Agency. Nothing special to report, it was a moderate night. You know, I noticed people are complaining about staying till 6pm in college. I really wanted to give him a piece of my mind. I, on many occasions been in college form 10am right till 9.30 pm. You dont see me complaining. So quit whining on facebook and finish whatever you were supposed to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Day 6: Resumed back to Land law again, this time it was Landlord &amp;amp; Tenant and Licences. There was a Mortgages and Leasehold Covenants during the evening but I did not attend it. Reason? You know the wedding ceremonies at the temple? This was the dinner part. I tell you, Indian weddings and their dinner are way more interesting than the others. Most of the other weddings I have attended, the main reason for being at a wedding is to get drunk and more drunk. Oh ya. And sing bad karaoke. This wedding, everyone related to the bride and groom danced. And danced. And danced. And you get my point. No I did not dance, just in case you were asking. Why? I dunno. Maybe it was the tinggi heels restricting my movements. It was all round awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Day 7: Feeling the after effects of the night before, I trudged slowly back to college. This time it was Adverse Possession and Freehold Covenant. I could barely open my eyes that day. I crashed in bed as soon as I reached home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Day 8: Landlord &amp;amp; Tenant again as well as Mortgages. I skipped the later. Couldn't be awake long enough for the next junior lecturer to come in, so I left. You know, this is a LLB degree. Not wise of them to put jr. lecturers into the fire, i.e the Finals Part 1 class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Day 9 : Adverse Possession and Freehold Covenant. Went for both the classes and came back home to rest before going back again for Commercial Law and it was still Law of Agency. I noticed something today. A lot of smart people around me seem to start with the name Daniel. Heck, even my Senior lecturer's name also begins with Daniel. I wonder...&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/7380007328913480461-2525744877489962907?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/2525744877489962907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=2525744877489962907' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/2525744877489962907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/2525744877489962907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-456789.html' title='Day 4,5,6,7,8,9'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-7581881532974679162</id><published>2011-03-09T11:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T11:31:03.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3</title><content type='html'>Actually day 3 was yesterday but i forgot to post it up&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Revised Registration and Co-ownership. Well, I didn't attend the co-ownership lecture. I was busy and had to do some stuff like yelling at DIGI customer service for making stupid mistakes that will get my line bloddy barred. Yes. my line will be barred come this evening. No I am not paying extra money to pay to the correct line again just because you screwed up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, today is Ash Wednesday. The beginning of lent. I should go to church and all but we'll see how it goes. I need that time away in church to study. I'm not a bad Catholic but circumstances change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shall get my nerd on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-7581881532974679162?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/7581881532974679162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=7581881532974679162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/7581881532974679162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/7581881532974679162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-1956483111079239674</id><published>2011-03-06T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T22:45:04.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>So today was Proprietary Estoppel and Easements &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not so bad, did a lot of writing and I'm surprised that I actually remembered my case law and principles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not that I cant, but still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As far as I can remember, easements were not that hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-1956483111079239674?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/1956483111079239674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=1956483111079239674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/1956483111079239674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/1956483111079239674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-2466594163381599133</id><published>2011-03-05T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T23:36:06.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dude, your brain's on fire.</title><content type='html'>Today marks the 1st day of my intensive-ZOMG-I-CANT-BELIVE-THERE-IS-SO-FEW-DAYS-LEFT revision exam on Land law.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Revisited registration principles and co-ownership.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder where have all the time gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is gonna be another long day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, something happened today which is NOT MY FAULT to begin with. Kinda makes me wonder why haven't I got up, packed my stuff and move out instead of biting my tongue till it bleeds trying to hold back what I want to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People keep telling me that life would get better once you graduate and start working. Let me be the judge of that. One thing's for sure, one I DO get a job, there can be a 98% guarantee that I will be moving out and in to a new place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't need anymore drama than I already have. Less is more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-2466594163381599133?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/2466594163381599133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=2466594163381599133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/2466594163381599133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/2466594163381599133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2011/03/dude-your-brains-on-fire.html' title='Dude, your brain&apos;s on fire.'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-1292736586955548074</id><published>2011-03-03T10:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T10:39:02.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because Mornings are for sleeping in.</title><content type='html'>Good Morning. Its 10am. I woke up at 9.30 this morning, something which is highly unusual in my life. I usually wake up earlier than that, but lately I dont know why i have been sleeping in lately. Or why I find it harder and harder to fall asleep. I keep tossing and turning, even when the lights are out, just to find myself getting up and turning the lights back on again.I dont think its exam stress, it has yet to hit me. Trust me, I know when it will and how it will. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, right now as I'm blogging, Im playing CSI:Crime Scene while sipping a cup of coffee, still in my pyjamas, hoping that it will get me wired enough to tackle my studies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have noticed in facebook lately that a lot of my friends have started to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to comment about that but my mind is still fuzzy from just waking up. So another time then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till the next post&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-1292736586955548074?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/1292736586955548074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=1292736586955548074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/1292736586955548074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/1292736586955548074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2011/03/because-mornings-are-for-sleeping-in.html' title='Because Mornings are for sleeping in.'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-2810867346191189935</id><published>2011-02-28T14:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T15:35:10.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope I didn't brain my damage. - Homer Simpson</title><content type='html'>Ok. So it's been ages since I last updated my blog. Blame it on books, blame it on work, but most of all blame it on laziness. It's not that I'm uninspired to write, it's just that I have probably the lousiest self-motivation to do stuff like finishing assignments on time, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what have I been up to lately? Nothing much really. Get up, go to college, come home, play with pet dog, read a little bit, sleep. Rinse, lather, repeat. Shopping seems like a thing of the past for me right now. Oh, well. All I can do now is just continue with routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Routine. I never liked routine. I always thought routine made someone dull and uninteresting. Yet I keep finding myself doing the same thing over and over again. How I wished one day when I wake up, I tell my parents that I will be on a vacation to India or Thailand or Bali. And leave immediately, just like that. That would be nice, wouldn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. it's just what it is, right? A wish. A dream. A fascination. Even right now I'm imagining myself drinking mango juice on the beaches of Phuket, just lazing around, with no obligations and responsibilities, no deadlines and exam countdown, no hopes and desires to be accountable for. I guess this is why islanders like this way of life. As reggae star Bob Marley puts it, "Don't worry, be happy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to reality. Just for your information, my exams are in May and they spread out throughout the month. After my exams, I will probably find some work to do, hopefully a non-commital one while waiting out my results. It's the end of February now so 2 months left. Not that I'm counting down or anything. So to my adoring and loyal readers of this blog, I will update this blog but it would probably be in the styling of a study blog, with awesome insides to my oh-so interesting life. I will probably cut back on CSI:Crrime Scene game on facebook so Tsing and Pei Li, you have my blessings to level up and overtake me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next post in a hopefully near future, this is Stephanie, signing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your day/night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-2810867346191189935?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/2810867346191189935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=2810867346191189935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/2810867346191189935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/2810867346191189935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-hope-i-didnt-brain-my-damage-homer.html' title='I hope I didn&apos;t brain my damage. - Homer Simpson'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-8192770467148286165</id><published>2010-12-04T11:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T11:13:08.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>che wah...bangga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/TPmxUHVmZjI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Svo9-7ajHRY/s1600/BANGGA.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/TPmxUHVmZjI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Svo9-7ajHRY/s320/BANGGA.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546659375208621618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'Nuff Said. By the way, Martin Rodrigues is my dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-8192770467148286165?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/8192770467148286165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=8192770467148286165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/8192770467148286165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/8192770467148286165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/12/che-wahbangga.html' title='che wah...bangga'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/TPmxUHVmZjI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Svo9-7ajHRY/s72-c/BANGGA.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-174422504932498127</id><published>2010-11-22T12:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T12:39:27.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>“My body is a temple where junk food goes to worship”</title><content type='html'>So it's obvious today's entry is gonna be about food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed that I have been regularly visiting fast food joints. McDonald's, to be specific. And people ask me why I go there often. here's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It's way cleaner then hawker centres;&lt;br /&gt;2. There is air-conditioning;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ice-cream is just sooo tasty and;&lt;br /&gt;4. It's nearer to my college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, not very good reasons but reason enough. Only yesterday I was at McD and I was contemplating a 2nd cup of Chocolate Sundae. Mmmm. Chocolate. You people should stop questioning my food decisions. I have freedom to choose and when I'm in a hurry, the answer is McD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no like I love to eat it that I will eat it day in and day out. I like local cuisines too! For your information, i spent 10+ years in Penang and our version of fast food was Char Koay Teow and Wan Tun Mee. But as we move forward, things change. Although I'm not so sure it's for the better but hey, we deal with it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the current topic. Food. I have long noticed a current trend lately. Bringing your laptops to wi-fied mamak stalls/ starbucks or just any place with the label "WI-FI AVAILABLE HERE."&lt;br /&gt;What happened to the good ol' times when you actually go to a mamak stall, order an overly sweetened Milo Ais with greasy Roti Canai and talk rubbish to favourite friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I go nowadays, the trend seemed to be:-&lt;br /&gt;1. Facebook message friend to mamak (still acceptable. at least there is intention to meet up)&lt;br /&gt;2. Park indiscriminately near mamak stall (perform at own risk)&lt;br /&gt;3. Find table at mamak (not to close to the roads)&lt;br /&gt;4. Remove laptop from lan-see bag (start already lah)&lt;br /&gt;5. Turn on computer while ordering food from mamak guy.&lt;br /&gt;6. Open Facebook homepage and enter status:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" At mamak stall now. =)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, WTF? WHY? Why cant you for once, tear away from the computer and actually talk? Communication is necessary for everyone. It doesnt matter it the conversation dont make sense. As long as you are talking right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyone is wondering why so many youngsters (my generation included. Hey I'm only 21 ok?) cant seem to converse properly with confidence and ease. In my family, everyone is loud and opinionated, my dog included. So it makes for controlled chaos in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Readers, think about it.&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/7380007328913480461-174422504932498127?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/174422504932498127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=174422504932498127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/174422504932498127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/174422504932498127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-body-is-temple-where-junk-food-goes.html' title='“My body is a temple where junk food goes to worship”'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-7858784217025909664</id><published>2010-11-16T12:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T12:17:32.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what happens when you make me go to class on sunday</title><content type='html'>You get a very tired out Stephanie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello world of internet, how i missed you so much. My exams are done and so i'm currently waiting for the results and studying at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anxiety can kill, if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrary to popular belief, I have not been in facebook in a while, and I get almost 90 over ingredients given to me through Restaurant City, 10 gifts in Pet Society, 12 gifts in My Empire and 5+ gifts in Hotel City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why arent you sending me stuff in Pirates Ahoy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No ah. Dont start sending me stuff now alright? I'm still too busy. Hmm. BUSY. That's the word you hear a lot nowadays right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cannot come over. Busy lah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You go ahead. Busy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Busy as a bee'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? What is it that makes us so busy that we cant even find time to ourselves?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-7858784217025909664?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/7858784217025909664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=7858784217025909664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/7858784217025909664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/7858784217025909664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-is-what-happens-when-you-make-me.html' title='This is what happens when you make me go to class on sunday'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-472595887731959928</id><published>2010-10-21T18:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T18:43:07.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's amazing that the amount of news that happens in the world everyday always just exactly fits the newspaper.</title><content type='html'>Hello my freakies, Im back. I've been so lazy to blog it's almost a sin. No wait, sloth IS actually a sin.Oh well, I'll find some sort of repentance sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to let anyone in the world who read's this, I'm preparing for an exam and I need to fully concentrate. This exam could determine the time in which I graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no facebook, no blogging, no internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-472595887731959928?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/472595887731959928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=472595887731959928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/472595887731959928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/472595887731959928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-amazing-that-amount-of-news-that.html' title='It&apos;s amazing that the amount of news that happens in the world everyday always just exactly fits the newspaper.'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-4605916542405614648</id><published>2010-08-17T12:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T12:24:50.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's looking at you, kid.</title><content type='html'>So my vacation is almost up and I'm feeling knots in my belly right about now. I dont know whether to feel glad, sad, or worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, whatever it is, life moves on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, during my extended break, I found out a few things. Movies dont exactly teach you a lot of stuff. Take example, Harry Potter. He never actually finished wizarding school. He's a school drop out who killed his arch nemesis for the greater good and went ahead and slept with his best friend's sister. And his best friend is ACTUALLY COOL WITH THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah Montana teaches us that you can be 2 people at the same time, so long as you put on a wig. And it's okay to fall in love with a vampire who is dead. Fact: An affinity for the dead with obsessiveness in necrophilia. If I hear one more person say I love you edward cullen I swear I'll slap you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-4605916542405614648?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/4605916542405614648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=4605916542405614648' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/4605916542405614648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/4605916542405614648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/08/heres-looking-at-you-kid.html' title='Here&apos;s looking at you, kid.'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-423511641888435048</id><published>2010-07-29T12:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T15:11:13.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the Church of the Holy Cabbage.  Lettuce pray.</title><content type='html'>Do you sometimes feel uninspired, jaded, bored? I do. I'm drawing a blank. I have a case of the blahs. But i wonder if anyone actually reads what i write. Does it make a reader go "ooh" and "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ahh&lt;/span&gt;"? Or whether or not my posts are relevant and profound to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my results will be out on the 23 August so wish me luck. I hope things end well with this. Sometimes I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know why I do this. Putting myself through the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;torture&lt;/span&gt; of staring at my books just to have all of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;every one's&lt;/span&gt; hope's and dreams be penned down in 3 hours, which, at the time, seemed to be the shortest 3 hours of my life. Whoever said that law is about using legal creativity is obviously never been in the system. Tell me which part of my subject that does not have it's own rules of writing in terms of subject matter and I'll eat five pieces of fried chicken for you. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; need to memorize and vomit out what I have learned anymore. BAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of that. I noticed in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; that a lot of people are posting out their food adventures. So many cakes/cookies/desserts have been put into photos. And here I need to know. Why? If you told me you baked a moist chocolate cake, I would probably believe you. Are you trying torment the poor unable to bake people, myself included with your awesome baking skills?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, I have been in the kitchen since I was 10. I absolutely love watching cooking shows. That's why I worship the food channel on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Astro&lt;/span&gt;. Making simple dishes like scrambled eggs on toast to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;maggi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;mee&lt;/span&gt; and even to steaming rice. Now I have graduated from making simple breakfast to making lunch like fried rice and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;claypot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;yee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;mee&lt;/span&gt; and anything else that can be found in the fridge. What I lack in the areas of baking I make up in cooking dinner. Yes people, I can roast chicken/beef/lamb/pork, almost anything western, I can make. Soups and salads are terribly easy, but I have yet to master the art of curry. Which, I'm sure, my dad will teach me as soon as I'm willing to learn. People tell me western cooking is hard but it actually is not. At all. It's too simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only yesterday I roasted a whole herb chicken  with potato and onion trimmings complete with an avocado salad with home-made yogurt dressing. I just love my oven. Wouldn't trade it for anything in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; post photos of what I cook. Maybe it's just not who I am or what I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-423511641888435048?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/423511641888435048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=423511641888435048' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/423511641888435048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/423511641888435048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/07/welcome-to-church-of-holy-cabbage.html' title='Welcome to the Church of the Holy Cabbage.  Lettuce pray.'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-811560001740393797</id><published>2010-07-27T13:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T16:25:22.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Press any key to continue, wait, where's the any key?</title><content type='html'>Im glad that issue is pushed aside, at least for now.Let's move on to lighter things. A friend of mine has recently discovered the joys of falling in and embracing love. Which is so good, and I am so happy for her (so this means you cant really read my anti-valentine post huh?). It got me thinking. What is it take makes one tick? what is it that enlightens people? What makes us happy? What makes us fall in love.I like to see myself as a cynic, making casual truthful and tactful, mind you, observations as I try to live my life as sane as i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way I see it, honestly, I'm very, very, VERY tolerant to a lot of things, as my close friends may know, I can deal with personal displays of affections, smoker friends, friends who talk too much, the works. But when it comes matters of the heart, I get confused. Probably the reason why I'm still single. I met good friends,growing up. The type of friends that will pick you up when your sad, the mushy stuff. Dont get me wrong, I'm glad I met them. There was, one in particular who would constantly gush and rant about her boyfriend as I calmly listen, slowly testing my patience as she went on. In all honesty,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; i dont give a horse's shit about your love life. Or your family problems. Period&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I can still sleep peacefully at night if you choose not to tell me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to be rude but here's my take on what you should do: tell your parents you are dating him. Sure they will be mad, force you not to see him anymore,etc,etc,etc. What's the worst they cant do? They cant kill you , you are their eldest child studying for a professional carrier. You are old enough to make your own decisions. They know it. That's the reason for instilling fear in you. In fact, i think it will hurt them even more as you continuously lie to go on dates with him. He is actually a nice person, and if your parents cant see it that way, wait. Wait until you can stand on your own two feet. That is, if he is worth waiting. Time has this funny way of making decisions. Ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. I'm digressing. Right. Back to the what makes a person tick. You see, as I grow up, I notice behaviours of people around me and I do a little "profiling" as they say. Not to be confused with stalking, profiling to me means characterizing someone at first impression. Yes, first impressions are EXTREMELY important to me. The way you dress, the way you talk the way look can tell a lot about someone, thus making it much easier to understand what makes him tick. This is probably why I dont talk as much. I prefer listening and people watching. Sure I talk to my family, but that's because I'm kinda obliged to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communication is key, or something like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all I can say is that, for me, people choose what makes them tick. If you dont like it, you get annoyed, you get mad. Take me for example, I dont like a lot of things, eager juniors, boring teachers, perky people, grumpy people, emos. If i were to make a list, it probably wont stop. But the thing is, me being annoyed by all of this just helps me to deal with reality that much easier.  I suppose with everyone else, that is probably how they deal with reality and the crazy around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, everyone would rather be in an alternate reality where everything is just to their liking. But there is no such reality, to be honest. I suppose it can be related to the second part of my question. What makes one fall in love. Do you just make do with what you have, forgetting all those childhood dreams about prince charming? Or do you hold out for more, never knowing what the future may hold or noticing the ones in the present? I admitt, I'm probably the last person who could tell you the answer to this. Which would be easier to handle? logical thinking or following your heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched a movie just now and it said to "take a chance on love" It's a tear-jerker movie, that is true. But after wiping the tears I thought to myself, what if taking a chance on love fails and you crash and burn? As an avid movie watcher with alternate endings, I enjoy thinking about the what if's. People tell me I overthink things but all I'm doing is merely bringing up a situation that has every chance of happening. What happens then? How do you pick up the pieces and move on knowing that the reality you have created fall apart. Hmm, maybe that is why I'm still single after all this while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear. I think this is starting to look like a February 14th post. Prehaps I should stop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-811560001740393797?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/811560001740393797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=811560001740393797' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/811560001740393797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/811560001740393797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/07/press-any-key-to-continue-wait-wheres.html' title='Press any key to continue, wait, where&apos;s the any key?'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-1031464099196005098</id><published>2010-07-19T12:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T12:16:34.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know what</title><content type='html'>Screw it. everything i do seems to be always wrong. everything else that someone else has done, seems to be my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN IT IS SO NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant help it if people dont listen when I tell them things. I did my part by telling them loud and clear.So if they pretended to listen and agreed just to shut me up, then it's not my damn problem. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, just because someone/something makes a mistake when I am around, it's not my fault as well. I cant believe that you would actually put the blame on me for something I did not do. Even when I went all out to try and fix it, it somehow is still my fault. Sure put the blame on me. Makes everything much easier to handle right? Maybe you sleep better this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is exactly the reason why im on this bad habit. Takes the edge off when I think about situations like this. Even though this may make me a hypocrite, i dont really care anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-1031464099196005098?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/1031464099196005098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=1031464099196005098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/1031464099196005098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/1031464099196005098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-know-what.html' title='You know what'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-2928763686690542688</id><published>2010-07-08T12:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T12:52:38.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This one's for Mel.</title><content type='html'>i think i have a writer's block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to write about narcissism, but it turns out, i may actually qualify as one myself. so its best i dont write about things that only put me down. at least i can take solace in knowing im not a drama queen. yup, i think that made me feel much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, its mel's birthday!!!finally turned 21 and joined us in the sacred society of the beautiful and mature ladies, which by the way, is chaired by lai mun. :D melissa, who i have known since primary, was very, very tiny for her age (you still are, btw XD). but somehow it didnt matter as her personality could make up for her size. malaysians call it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kecil-kecil chilli padi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup.that's what you were. and still are. which makes me proud and honoured to be your friend.&lt;br /&gt;my 101th post is dedicated to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many many happy returns of the day. and may you get the best out of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-2928763686690542688?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/2928763686690542688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=2928763686690542688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/2928763686690542688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/2928763686690542688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-ones-for-mel.html' title='This one&apos;s for Mel.'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-8529787698829115670</id><published>2010-06-09T22:50:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T23:40:30.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoever said money can't buy happiness simply didn't know where to go shopping.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I noticed I have not been blogging lately, or be blog reading as well. Could this be that blogger is wearing off? I dunno. But whatever it is, a little quick update. You know, for my dedicated readers. LOL YEAH RIGHT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i've been watching this tv series lately and I found that NCIS:LA is good to watch. Period. Hmm, this would probably be the first review i have done? That be so awesome. Stephanie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Rodrigues, film critique. Nice ring to it huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So basically, NCIS:LA is a spinoff of the other version with the same name, minus the LA part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/TA-uTQa_5iI/AAAAAAAAALg/Cn9yXZx7MrM/s320/85feih1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480790917382137378" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The gist of the stories of both series are the same, the investigate murders of naval officers while dealing with personal and political problems along the way. Kinda like CSI, but with navy people. While this was set in Washington, this is set in sunny Los Angeles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/TA-vYTx5tcI/AAAAAAAAALo/U6-R1pP0ncA/s320/NCIS_Los_Angeles.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480792103694480834" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While this programme contains commendable actors such as Linda Hunt, Chris O'Donnell and LL Cool J, I watch this show because of him;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/TA-qdvDJy8I/AAAAAAAAALY/q85UQUOXXXc/s320/peter-cambor-6.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 309px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480786699355802562" /&gt;Name : Peter Cambor&lt;div&gt;Age : Irrelevant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Height: 6' 4", he's perfect!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He plays Nate Getz, psychologist in the series.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                        &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/TA-wjmCQOPI/AAAAAAAAALw/TO_nyr-Pxnk/s320/peter-cambor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My favourite hottie for the moment. Kinda reminds me of this one;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/TA-yQDxYrxI/AAAAAAAAAMA/LX5RZlVR_Vo/s320/cory.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 288px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480795260493278994" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cory Monteith, from Glee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nah, I still think Peter Cambor is awesome. Not to mention a hot nerd. No wait. Nerds are not usually 6'4". Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think thats about it. Shall go to sleep now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Till then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-8529787698829115670?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/8529787698829115670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=8529787698829115670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/8529787698829115670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/8529787698829115670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/06/whoever-said-money-cant-buy-happiness.html' title='Whoever said money can&apos;t buy happiness simply didn&apos;t know where to go shopping.'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/TA-uTQa_5iI/AAAAAAAAALg/Cn9yXZx7MrM/s72-c/85feih1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-4404566895639777191</id><published>2010-05-25T11:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T12:05:13.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like my money right where I can see it: hanging in my closet.</title><content type='html'>LOL quoting sex and the city movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go shopping. Tsing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my exams are over and I have a 3 month break. Im supposed to get a job, but i dont know what kind of job I should get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-4404566895639777191?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/4404566895639777191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=4404566895639777191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/4404566895639777191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/4404566895639777191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-like-my-money-right-where-i-can-see.html' title='I like my money right where I can see it: hanging in my closet.'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-8293246900563117508</id><published>2010-05-08T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T22:53:27.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuff' Said.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ihasahotdog.com/2010/02/23/cute-puppy-pictures-big-dreams/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ihasahotdog.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/cute-puppy-pictures-big-dreams.jpg" alt="cute pictures of puppies with captions" title="cute-puppy-pictures-big-dreams" class="mine_3064665344" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see more &lt;a href="http://ihasahotdog.com"&gt;dog and puppy pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-8293246900563117508?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/8293246900563117508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=8293246900563117508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/8293246900563117508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/8293246900563117508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/05/nuff-said.html' title='Nuff&apos; Said.'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-7616350333248164130</id><published>2010-05-04T15:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T15:46:45.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the reason why.</title><content type='html'>I am about to have an exam next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The apartment downstairs is under renovation its MINDFUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant go anywhere because the car is in the workshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not exactly achieved anything productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COULD THIS WEEK GET ANY WORSE THAN IT ALREADY IS??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least I have ABBA to keep me company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing queen, only 17.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-7616350333248164130?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/7616350333248164130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=7616350333248164130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/7616350333248164130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/7616350333248164130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-is-reason-why.html' title='This is the reason why.'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-3097185270023071914</id><published>2010-04-11T23:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T00:23:27.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The secret of staying young is to live honestly, eat slowly, and lie about your age.</title><content type='html'>It's 11.45 pm now and i have a sudden urge to blog. Trouble is, I need something to blog about. I do not wish to blog about my studies, they is depressing and I can has sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, my timetable for the exam has been shifted earlier. The reason? Unreliable sources tell me that its the World Cup season in June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T___________________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when you take up an London course. You get subjected to these sort of things. This really not nice lor....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alamak, depressed already. Better change topic.&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading an article about how some people are prejudicial and racist to others, and it turns out certain Hongkies are quite a bigot themselves, despite being labeled by tourists as friendly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all it's glitz and glamour and the TVB stuff, &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2010/apr/04/martin-jacques-racism-justice-hongkong"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; has changed my opinion about them, definitely.Which brings me to this question,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it apparent that some Asians like to, erm, how shall I put it politically correct, be inclined to treat people lopsidedly(the words that are coming out of my head shouldn't be placed here) especially when it comes to citizens of the western hemisphere (seriously, my freedom of speech is quite constrained here) ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes them so different from us? Our colour of the skin? Science can prove that its our gene pool and colour pigmentation that determines our "skin colour". Or is it the way they speak? Honestly, their spoken English is not to die for. Or is it because some individuals feel inferior to them? Like this &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/?ref=logo#%21/group.php?gid=200997557849&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt;bunch&lt;/a&gt; of people, for instance. I mean, seriously, how little confidence you need to create such a group page? There is no need to compare how better you are compared to the other. In fact, as I see it, this is no better than they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we not a citizen of the world?&lt;br /&gt;Are we not human beings alike?&lt;br /&gt;Are we not vulnerable to things that happen?&lt;br /&gt;Are we not insensitive to our surroundings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inferiority complex. Bah. A problem so ancient yet still recent. Excuse me, China was creating explosives and the Middle Easterns were philosophers long before they discovered fire there. What's there to feel inferior about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad told me he will never, in his life kowtow to these people. He will treat them the same as how he treats everyone else. I, for one am going to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-3097185270023071914?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/3097185270023071914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=3097185270023071914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/3097185270023071914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/3097185270023071914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/04/secret-of-staying-young-is-to-live.html' title='The secret of staying young is to live honestly, eat slowly, and lie about your age.'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-6286510118598119132</id><published>2010-03-18T13:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T14:35:23.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watermelon—it's a good fruit. You eat, you drink, you wash your face.</title><content type='html'>I have not been blogging lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prehaps I should, considering that I have a blog and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lately I cant find anything that is blog-worthy. To talk about college is depressing. To talk about personal life, well, there's not much to talk about. And I definitely cant blog about shoes either, for I havent bought any. Am I losing my sense of imagination or is there just nothing else to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that cant be true. There are tons to write about. The rise and fall of Julius Caesar. The beauty of Cleopatra. The promiscuity of Anne Boleyn. The life and times of Justin&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Bieber&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/justin%20bieber" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i890.photobucket.com/albums/ac105/twilover1_2009/Justin-Bieber.jpg" border="0" alt="justin bieber Pictures, Images and Photos" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah right. Justin&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Bieber&lt;/span&gt;. How can people actually buy that stuff. He is 16 for the love of normalcy! What does he know about the world and everything about it? He barely has chest hair lah! Anyone who says he has a good voice is probably tone-deaf. Seriously. Kinda reminds me about this no talent person,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/miley%20cyrus" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i0006.photobucket.com/albums/0006/findstuff22/Best%20Images/Entertainment%20and%20Celebrities/Celebrities%20Adjusted/MILEY.jpg" border="0" alt="miley cyrus Pictures, Images and Photos" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Why would media label them as up-and coming? To me, it shouldn't be up and coming. It's either you are there, or you stink. Society are getting to caught up with looks nowadays as opposed to talent.Why?What do the people of the world want in a musician? A pretty face to look up to, causing insecurities onto others? An overly skinny singer so that all teenagers of the world will grow up to be bulimic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I am not into teenage music. Maybe Im older now and I have opinions but come on, everybody is meant to do something in the world, just not all of them involves being famous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CHVhwcOg6y8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/CHVhwcOg6y8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Excuse me? The song fucking repeats again and again it's annoying. The video exploits the luxuries of a rich kid, having late night parties, owning iPhones, friends with Usher?? It makes kids around the world feel like crap. Boy when I was 16, all I wanted was to get through school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People call it the "searching for yourself" phase. That's why kids grow up nowadays gluing their eyes to the almighty idiot box, doing anything and everything the tv dictates them to do all in the name of keeping up with trends and fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what? Just to find out that your just trying to hard and forgetting where you come from. It's all fun and games now, but where do you stand 20 years on? You know I always wonder what would happen to these kiddie-singer-songwriter-director-everything-under-the-sun when they get older? When wrinkles start to show and their own children running around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew I had something to blog about?&lt;br /&gt;&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/7380007328913480461-6286510118598119132?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/6286510118598119132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=6286510118598119132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/6286510118598119132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/6286510118598119132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/03/watermelonits-good-fruit-you-eat-you.html' title='Watermelon—it&apos;s a good fruit. You eat, you drink, you wash your face.'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-3657694485031995106</id><published>2010-03-17T23:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T23:46:39.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TSING YIE CAN HAS WIN!!</title><content type='html'>just check out the new layout, done by Tsing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so gonna buy you a starbucks drink when you get back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok just a short update.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-3657694485031995106?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/3657694485031995106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=3657694485031995106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/3657694485031995106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/3657694485031995106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/03/tsing-yie-can-has-win.html' title='TSING YIE CAN HAS WIN!!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-4668944104746176656</id><published>2010-03-17T23:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T23:14:54.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alien Post</title><content type='html'>Hello Steph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you like your new layout lol!&lt;br /&gt;For the record, I'm lovin it. Hahaha sounds like a McD's ad pula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, you have my permission to delete this useless post lol. Just wanna test your posting and see how it turns out :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-4668944104746176656?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/4668944104746176656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=4668944104746176656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/4668944104746176656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/4668944104746176656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/03/alien-post.html' title='Alien Post'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-5541760020210623354</id><published>2010-02-28T16:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T12:20:19.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hermits have no peer pressure.</title><content type='html'>Who has class on the day of Sabbath?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait. Mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my revision week is coming up and guess what I'm doing?Blogging. Hahahaha Steph what is wrong with you shouldn't you be studying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeah, but I have to complete my online legal research stuff so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a slight digression on my studies, here's an entry for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever heard of neurotic people? Yup. The type that gets paranoid easily, always worrying, the works. Urban dictionary claims it's not to be confused with psychotic. So who falls under this categorization of people? The thing is, Hollywood, for all it's worth, is pretty much a bunch of stereotypical lot. Whenever there are new movies/tv series/ dramas there is bound to be a character that exudes neurotic-ness. For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/monica%20geller" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh142/icha_hapsari/250px-Monicageller1.jpg" border="0" alt="monica geller Pictures, Images and Photos" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From F.R.I.E.N.D.S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's another one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/teri%20hatcher%20desperate%20housewife" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i414.photobucket.com/albums/pp221/zAmMiijOzHeL/teri-hatcher-desperate-housewife.jpg" border="0" alt="EzpOzaz DezezpeRaDaz!! Pictures, Images and Photos" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desprate Housewives. All of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/tony%20shalhoub" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i572.photobucket.com/albums/ss170/Godislove_03/ekkkkkk.jpg" border="0" alt="odd picture Pictures, Images and Photos" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/niles%20crane" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i174.photobucket.com/albums/w116/bobosquirrel/NilesCrane.jpg" border="0" alt="Dr. Niles Crane Pictures, Images and Photos" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niles Crane, Frasier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Why is it that people find it amusing that neurotics produce the best comedy? In this norm of society, I guess people hide insecurities by laughing at others. Prehaps it's a confidence booster to them, making them feel like there are others acting to have neurotic tendencies and watching actors get paid $$ to portray them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Hollywood is running out of ideas. At the rate they are going, they may have to find new ways to tap into insecurities and produce a multi-billion dollar movie. Maybe they should make a movie about a superhero family with issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That should be fun to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7380007328913480461-5541760020210623354?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/5541760020210623354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=5541760020210623354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/5541760020210623354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/5541760020210623354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/02/hermits-have-no-peer-pressure.html' title='Hermits have no peer pressure.'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-1140702050985360458</id><published>2010-02-24T10:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T13:04:18.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's right is what's left if you do everything else wrong</title><content type='html'>There is a fine line between being childish and being immature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 30-year old individual who plays with G-I Jo's is childish. And cute too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 30-year old individual who refuses to reply your messages is immature. And rude too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a person with many abilities. I can be very patient whenever necessary. But sometimes it can get a little frustrating when things sometimes don't go as expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Why la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;, what's wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is wrong. It can be quite awful when you are the last one to know about something. According to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bestie&lt;/span&gt;, or rather i remembered she said that she does not care anymore. Come what may. I agree with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what about this common courtesy that we are so harping about lately? Say a "Good Morning" to everyone, what not. All you can hear now is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;grunting&lt;/span&gt; and complaints. Oh ya, and just plain rudeness. I know of someone that has the ability to look through you like as though you don't exist whenever a greeting is passed. The least you could do is nod an acknowledgment, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that's annoying. The invention of the words "Whatever" and "Lame" and the Terminator movie quote of "Talk to the hand" is probably the most rude-est thing when used in a conversation. If you really want to differ from my opinion, just say it. I can take a lot of things. But not this. It's like you and anyone else are trying to tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I don't really care about what you think but I can't find the words to say it so I shall say Whatever-Lame-Talk to the hand"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Come on, it's not hard to say "Sure, I'll think about that." And then walk away and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;backstab&lt;/span&gt; just like how a normal person would do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I writing this post? Well, its better than&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  "....This morning I woke up and brushed my teeth and took a shower at the same time. Mother says it's the best way to save water...."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-1140702050985360458?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/1140702050985360458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=1140702050985360458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/1140702050985360458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/1140702050985360458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/02/whats-right-is-whats-left-if-you-do.html' title='What&apos;s right is what&apos;s left if you do everything else wrong'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-8294318162344989957</id><published>2010-02-21T11:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T12:23:56.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attach A and B and everything should be peachy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://marcjohns.typepad.com/.a/6a00e553c21638883300e5544b6e958833-800wi"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 424px;" src="http://marcjohns.typepad.com/.a/6a00e553c21638883300e5544b6e958833-800wi" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So the Chinese New Year Holidays are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, what have I accomplished in this very prosperous week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I gained weight. How's THAT for prosperous accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously. The holidays are over and so are mine. Time to face reality and hit those irritating thick books in hopes to secure a better life bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be frank, when have we become so career-obsessed that we sometimes forget to live like a kid again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I watched this movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.impawards.com/1996/posters/jack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 394px;" src="http://www.impawards.com/1996/posters/jack.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No doubt Robin Williams is funny but there was a message behind it. Something so important that I believe we should not let go of; your inner child. A lot of people, adults, in particular, is insistent that their child be the smartest, the best, the everything. By which they forget to realize that the harder they push, the harder the child pushes back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know many children fall victim to these circumstances. The 'kiasu parent' effect, thats what I termed it (rights reserved ah). I also know that this occurs generally because the parents, being parents would naturally want a better life than them in the long term but the way I see it, it's just merely bragging rights for empty, distant conversational piece to say that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "Hey, MY kid is better than YOUR kid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a known fact that everyone grows at their own pace. I have a friend, super genius, I might add, cant even hold a decent conversation with me. It's sad to see brilliant mind having a near-zero conversational skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe he's just shy. Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not indicating to anyone on how to do their job right. I am not not qualified to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do what is right, let your inner child out once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qcNvviaS3aU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/qcNvviaS3aU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually very liberating. For your soul, at least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-8294318162344989957?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/8294318162344989957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=8294318162344989957' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/8294318162344989957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/8294318162344989957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/02/attach-and-b-and-everything-should-be.html' title='Attach A and B and everything should be peachy.'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-4914317382012609143</id><published>2010-02-09T10:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T10:56:41.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Born to be wild - live to outgrow it.</title><content type='html'>I took a test on facebook today and this is what I got. Note that I AM ACTUALLY THAT FREE to take these tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISTJ children are serious, dutiful, and reserved. They like a great deal of order and structure. In new situations or with new people, they are quite cautious and, perhaps, even uncomfortable. They prefer familiar friends to new ones and select friends carefully. When they know what is expected, they act more at ease with others. &lt;div class="jung-results"&gt;&lt;p&gt;ISTJ children are keen observers who tend to focus on what is at odds, or at variance, with the standard way of doing things. If a piece of furniture has been moved in the house, the ISTJ child notes it and sets out to determine why. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ISTJs tend to enjoy traditional childhood activities such as learning to bake, cook, and repair broken things. When they feel comfortable, they also enjoy group activities such as scouting, with "doing their duty and serving their country" fitting their world view of what is right. ISTJ children like to be read to and appreciate hearing the story read with vocal intensity or tonal inflections. They enjoy the sounds of the stories and the pictures that accompany them. ISTJs particularly like stories in which good triumphs over the forces of evil. Horatio Alger-type stories, in which individuals achieve success in life through hard work and application, are particularly appealing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1STJ children, perhaps more than others, enjoy having a schedule to follow and, even as kids, show a propensity for getting work-related responsibilities out of the way before they play.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ISTJ teenagers are down-to-earth types who seek to do the appropriate thing at the appropriate time. If dating and dancing and being involved with parties are traditional at their school, ISTJs will participate in those activities. If they date, they tend to single out one person and date steadily. ISTJs may be chosen to lead school activities. ISTJs are often good role models for their teams and classmates. ISTJs believe that one should earn one's keep. Even as children, they may request chores that help the family. ISTJ teenagers, similar to other dutiful types, often have part-time jobs. The money they earn tends to be used for the important, practical things in their lives, such as clothing, gasoline for cars, or, even more importantly, saving for college or other future needs. ISTJs do not like to ask their parents for money. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As young adults, ISTJs begin their career training early and find it hard to understand people who start an education, but do not complete it. They believe that dropping out is irresponsible. They complete what they start, representing traditional values and norms and pushing themselves to find early employment. They may choose large and stable organizations in which they hope to find security and an opportunity to prove their worth. It is not the size that is important, rather that large companies tend to have long track records that imply stability. They are particularly realistic about their skills and needs, and prefer to learn the basics before risking something beyond their capabilities. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Slow and steady on an unambiguous course is the way ISTJs prefer to navigate through life. As a result, they may select undergraduate programs in college that lead directly to employment.  Some ISTJs choose liberal arts because of traditional values, particularly when a connection can be made to eventual employment.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ISTJs have a need to "do right" with what they've been given, safeguarding traditions of the family and of the community. They often will take on extra personal responsibilities in order to maintain what they believe is important.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because ISTJs are stable, persistent, and thorough in their work, they are often rewarded by their organizations with positions of responsibility. If an organization needs to provide a reliable and consistent service or product, the ISTJ is often selected to manage it. They pay attention to precise requirements, strict schedules, and tight budgets, and quietly meet their deadlines, by filling in themselves if there are problems. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because ISTJs often seek work in stable organizations and then dutifully put in their time, they are usually eligible for retirement benefits. ISTJs may stay with a job or company they do not particularly like because they tend to regard financial well-being as very important and are willing to do without things, including emotional gratification, so that they can provide for their retirement. They worry particularly about being dependent on others for their needs and work hard to avoid that state. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because ISTJs have worked long and hard in both their professional and their family lives, and most likely have earned their keep, they need to relax and allow others to shoulder family and community responsibilities in retirement. In making this transition, they are then able to enjoy their retirement by moving into a leisure mode. Developing hobbies and relationships beyond their previous work helps them adjust to the changes in their lives. For many ISTJs, however, retirement means only moving from paid to unpaid responsibilities.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="jung-results"&gt;   &lt;p&gt;For the ISTJ, love means commitment, steadiness, and consistency. ISTJs expect themselves and their mates to be responsible, practical, and dependable. When in a relationship, they behave appropriately for what the situation or their role demands. If the relationship is in the courting stage, the ISTJ will exhibit courting behaviors, such as giving boxes of candy, red roses, traditional cards, and presents. These are worthwhile and important traditions to uphold and observe because they give direct evidence of commitment. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When ISTJs give their word, and are ready, to settle down, they follow through. Because they are dutiful, they expect their partners to behave in a similar fashion. When their partners do not, the ISTJs may accept this fact and make exceptions but still feel uncomfortable internally. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ISTJs offer their partners stability and security. They do sensible things for the relationship, such as paying the bills and making household repairs. With their practical outlook, they often do not see the need to glamorize much in their lives.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ISTJs may stay in poor relationships out of their sense of duty, even when it is to their benefit to leave. They prefer the certainty of the current relationship to any future unknowns. When feeling scorned, ISTJs may not let their partners or others know it. Because they focus internally, and because the facts all support the conclusion that the relationship is over, ISTJs may feel it redundant to express to their partners or others what is going on. When it seems clear to the partners that the relationship really is over, ending it is the practical thing to do. However, when a decision to part is not so clear to ISTJs, they may continue to rehash the past rather than look to the future and other relationships.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="jung-results"&gt;   &lt;p&gt;At work, ISTJs get things done on a timely basis. They honor deadlines, and they believe in thoroughness. A half-finished job is not a job well done. When ISTJs give you their word that a project will be completed at a certain time, they will do whatever is necessary to make sure it is. They manage according to established procedures and schedules, and are uncomfortable with those who do not do the same. ISTJs put duty before pleasure. As long as they can fulfill their responsibilities, they feel useful and, thereby, satisfied. Their work does not have to be fun, but it has to count toward something productive. ISTJs believe that vacations are something that one takes only when work has been accomplished; thus, at times they do not take vacations even when they could and should.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Work Setting&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;ISTJs prefer work settings that contain hard-working people who are focused on facts, details, and results. They want structure, order, and some privacy for concentration without interruptions. They like tangible products and concrete accomplishments. They want to be secure and to be rewarded for their solid accomplishments at a steady pace. Because ISTJs believe that the tangible results of their work and their paychecks can be reward enough, they do not seek much attention for themselves, nor do they give much recognition to others, except for contributions clearly above and beyond the call of duty. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Organizing Style&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;ISTJs pride themselves on their organization, yet often think it is still not quite good enough. They usually have a great deal of factual information to deal with, and they take pains to properly label and file it. They put emphasis on cross-referencing and easy retrievals.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A hands-on approach is important to ISTJs, because they make use of the actual or the visual memory of the concrete data in their hands. They may not feel comfortable delegating to others, since they do not feel fully on top of things without a thorough immersion in the data. ISTJs will put a high degree of effort into a project when it makes sense for them to do so, and their drive for completion keeps them going in a thorough and careful way when others would give up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Occupations&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;To perform well at work, individuals may need to use all of the eight preferences at the appropriate time and when required by the situation. Knowing this, people tend to select occupations that allow them to use the preferences that are most natural to them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ISTJs prefer occupations that require thoroughness, accuracy, perseverance, and follow-through. They would rather work in situations in which they can see concrete, tangible results. While ISTJs can and do enter all occupations, some are more appealing to them than others. According to available research,  some occupations (in alphabetical order) seem to be especially attractive to ISTJs: accountant, auditor, dentist, electrician, first-line supervisor, math teacher, mechanical engineer, police supervisor, steelworker, technician, and other occupations that allow for a thorough handling of facts. These occupations are not meant to be an exhaustive list, but serve to illustrate some areas that an ISTJ might enjoy. If your specific occupation, or one that you are interested in, is not listed here, think instead of its general characteristics and ask yourself how those fit with your type.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All this means is that I need a life and to not take these damned tests.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/7380007328913480461-4914317382012609143?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/4914317382012609143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=4914317382012609143' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/4914317382012609143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/4914317382012609143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/02/born-to-be-wild-live-to-outgrow-it.html' title='Born to be wild - live to outgrow it.'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-4984552838719008234</id><published>2010-02-06T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T23:17:13.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FML</title><content type='html'>Why lah my college so efficient like that one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you all have known(or not), I took my mock exam. I thought that was the end of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, they went to the extent of mailing my results home, to the knowledge of my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHY LA MY COLLEGE SO VILE TO ME? WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;All my dad could say was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Well, looking at this results, you suck.Fix it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-4984552838719008234?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/4984552838719008234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=4984552838719008234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/4984552838719008234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/4984552838719008234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/02/fml.html' title='FML'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-831617016702860946</id><published>2010-02-02T16:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T17:11:03.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[Insert high-pitched-screaming here]</title><content type='html'>I want those shoes!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shoeblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/satc-movie-carrie-bradshaw-sjc-dior-extreme-gladiator-pumps-eiffel-tower-bag.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 882px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.shoeblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/satc-movie-carrie-bradshaw-sjc-dior-extreme-gladiator-pumps-eiffel-tower-bag.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shoot. It's going for 239.30 rm. In &lt;a href="http://www.ioffer.com/i/Hot-Christian-dior-Extreme-Cutout-Sandals-Shoes-114310897?source=eisi&amp;amp;sq=dior+extreme+gladiator"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; site it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T___T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-831617016702860946?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/831617016702860946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=831617016702860946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/831617016702860946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/831617016702860946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/02/insert-high-pitched-screaming-here.html' title='[Insert high-pitched-screaming here]'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-7634489111551962743</id><published>2010-02-02T09:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T11:00:35.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG Fail</title><content type='html'>I have not been myself lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing a lot of blog hopping lately and found out that the temptation for shoes still is within me and these blogs are testing me. Real bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I do not intend to pursue this any further and decide to blog about this instead:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/love" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn63/Mezundastud/Love/cec83f5f.jpg" border="0" alt="Love Pictures, Images and Photos" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes. It's that time of year again. Pretty flowers, sweet chocolates and empty promises. Notice that I'm bringing forward my "Valentines" post for 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of February is also Chinese new year so I doubt my probabilities of blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on. If I distinctly remember my last post about &lt;a href="http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. Quite an anti-Valentine post, if you ask me. But then again, I mean everything I say and say everything I mean. Even if it sounds, well, mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/love" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i0006.photobucket.com/albums/0006/findstuff22/Best%20Images/Love/love-sick1.jpg" border="0" alt="love Pictures, Images and Photos" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alright. Back to business. So for another year, I'm without a Valentines. Don't get me wrong. I like the way I am right now, having time to myself to study and all but I also love the idea of spending time with loved ones, lovey-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dovey&lt;/span&gt; nonsense and what not. It's quite cute, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently had to fill up a questionnaire about relationships and what not. If &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; not mistaken it went like this:-&lt;br /&gt;1. Would you ask a guy out on a date? and&lt;br /&gt;2. Would you ask that guy to be your boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first glance, this questions looked a bit juvenile to me. I was thinking to myself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      "What rubbish is this? Asking questions made for teenagers. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hmmph&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hmmph&lt;/span&gt; part was purely made up but my thoughts were true. But as I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;curi&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;curi&lt;/span&gt; looking at other students answer, a lot of them agreed on both questions, me included.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It got me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do those girls actually mean what they say? Or is it a front to look not so outdated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/love" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i711.photobucket.com/albums/ww115/DUCKYXDONUT/love-17.gif" border="0" alt="love Pictures, Images and Photos" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We are brought up to believe that a guy, preferably a good-looking one(highly subjective) would come one fine day and sweep us of the girl's(or other guy's) feet. Well, yeah, a lot of girls hope for it(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; lie I know you do) but end up being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dissapointed&lt;/span&gt;. Why? Take &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/pages/i-love-when-you-text-me-first-cus-then-i-know-your-thinking-about-me/250927844849?ref=nf"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that people are trying so hard to be in love, have a boyfriend/girlfriend and change your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; status update to "In a Relationship with..." Is it an attempt to tell people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "Hey I got a lover, you LOSER"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; really care that you are in any relationship whatsoever. To me, it sounds superficial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what I filled up in that questionnaire but deep down, every girl wants the guy to take the first step. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because in reality, women are the weaker sex. Wait, before you go all feminist on me, listen to my reason. Remember how god has plans for everyone? So yes, God has plans for all the women to be weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why the MEN are supposed to carry the luggage, take out the trash, drive you everywhere, protect you, pay for your meals, fix the car and fix the house. There are many more but I'll just stop here for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in the name of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, my love life has not actually begun (Violins, please) . But it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; matter. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; still alive, right? It can be said that I have a series of crushes but they will probably blow away, like wind to a leaf. NO, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; ask me who are they. I wont tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ra1b1tcepTQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/Ra1b1tcepTQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He is SUCH A CUTIE!!! One of my earliest crushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to you, Valentines 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-7634489111551962743?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/7634489111551962743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=7634489111551962743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/7634489111551962743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/7634489111551962743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/02/omg-fail.html' title='OMG Fail'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn63/Mezundastud/Love/th_cec83f5f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-6644775608685879436</id><published>2010-01-26T11:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T11:54:29.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>“If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character...Would you slow down? Or speed up?”</title><content type='html'>So not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days I learn what it is like to deal with people of all types of persona. Too bad I had to learn it the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some who would ostracize you because a minor misunderstanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are some who you just want to hang them by the neck. By that I mean they played you out. Wholesale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only consolation I get from all of this is that it's better I know now, rather than later. I came to college with a purpose, and if we cant see eye to eye, then that's just too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am done trying to fit in. Enough is enough. You know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is too short to worry about this nonsense. In two weeks I have experienced the personification of death. And alas, I have to attend their funeral which frankly speaking, is not exactly my cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two deaths in the space of one week. My mother told me God has plans for them. Yet I find myself questioning my faith again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't He wait just a little longer? Just long enough for them to see the beauties of aging, the moment his newborn steps into school? Just a little longer so that he experience first love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Lord giveth, The Lord taketh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes you wonder, right? I cannot possibly fathom what is going through their minds right now. Although I, myself have lost a loved one, I was 10 at the time. So, comprehending was not up my alley that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I'm done with the politics of friendships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 204);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;Nor dread nor hope attend&lt;br /&gt;A dying animal;&lt;br /&gt;A man awaits his end&lt;br /&gt;Dreading and hoping all;&lt;br /&gt;Many times he died,&lt;br /&gt;Many times rose again.&lt;br /&gt;A great man in his pride&lt;br /&gt;Confronting murderous men&lt;br /&gt;Casts derision upon&lt;br /&gt;Supersession of breath;&lt;br /&gt;He knows death to the bone&lt;br /&gt;Man has created death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 204);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;~William Butler Yeats~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-6644775608685879436?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/6644775608685879436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=6644775608685879436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/6644775608685879436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/6644775608685879436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-death-meant-just-leaving-stage-long.html' title='“If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character...Would you slow down? Or speed up?”'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-3149851874199823683</id><published>2010-01-22T21:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T22:16:01.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>“The eyes are open, the mouth moves, but Mr Brain has long since departed, hasn’t he, Perce?”</title><content type='html'>I think im going to have a burnout. Soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Black Adder is awesome. Gotta love them English wit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MT52HhtJ6kU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/MT52HhtJ6kU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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&gt;Brilliant!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who would have thought that this guy:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/S1mynlQ_9pI/AAAAAAAAALQ/H2p3vWhXNmg/s1600-h/hugh_laurie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/S1mynlQ_9pI/AAAAAAAAALQ/H2p3vWhXNmg/s320/hugh_laurie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429567218859898514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned out to be this guy&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/S1mqhLB4ByI/AAAAAAAAALI/iaZkB3idxn8/s1600-h/hughlaurie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/S1mqhLB4ByI/AAAAAAAAALI/iaZkB3idxn8/s320/hughlaurie2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429558312644904738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-3149851874199823683?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/3149851874199823683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=3149851874199823683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/3149851874199823683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/3149851874199823683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/01/eyes-are-open-mouth-moves-but-mr-brain.html' title='“The eyes are open, the mouth moves, but Mr Brain has long since departed, hasn’t he, Perce?”'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/S1mynlQ_9pI/AAAAAAAAALQ/H2p3vWhXNmg/s72-c/hugh_laurie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-7473118726599392002</id><published>2010-01-19T11:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T12:13:16.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suit up, because this list is going to be LEGEN...wait for it...DARY.</title><content type='html'>I think i need people skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the other day, I was bitching about how fussy people can get and it turns out, one of the friend was just sitting there listening to me all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that "people", yep, is a facebook friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BURNNNNNNN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably wont be surprised if i were to be removed from the friend list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why but sometimes i can be quite tactless. I tend to say things without much thought and apparently, people dont like that. Sort of like mengumpat-ing, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've got some news for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COULDN'T CARE LESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right. If there is one thing I've learned is to stop thinking about what others think of me and focus on better things instead. Like families who care, friends I cherish, people I love. I am a person who has opinions. And what I say sometimes can be just the plain simple truth. But lately, I have been misunderstood, quite a lot. Oh, well. That cant be helped, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother told a bunch of 15-year olds once that the first thing they need to do is to love themselves first. To stop trying to fit in when you cant. To stop wishing you were in someone else's shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, I could have used this advice a long time ago. See, I used to be an awkward child(violins, please). But i was fortunate that I had good people around me. People who love my quirkiness, my humour and my out-take on life. I still have those friends now, which I think is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in other news, life in college is fun. Despite the fact that my best friends, i.e shoe shopping kaki and anime kaki is all the way in the negeri di bawah bayu, I have good friends right here that are all nice to be with. Although they dont exactly share the same passion I do with things, i.e shoes, handbags but it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I forget to mention that I attended prom night? Well, I did. And yep. Thats about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nolah, it was fun. Lecturers were dancing, cross-dressers were there, but the ballroom was a bit tiny though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-7473118726599392002?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/7473118726599392002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=7473118726599392002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/7473118726599392002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/7473118726599392002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/01/suit-up-because-this-list-is-going-to.html' title='Suit up, because this list is going to be LEGEN...wait for it...DARY.'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-1274775205297988880</id><published>2010-01-03T22:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T22:06:08.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It came, like a storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Classes begins tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life resumes tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more shoe shopping beginning tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-1274775205297988880?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/1274775205297988880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=1274775205297988880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/1274775205297988880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/1274775205297988880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-came-like-storm.html' title='It came, like a storm'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-5449913802098081432</id><published>2009-12-28T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T00:05:52.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And then</title><content type='html'>Went out today, to Sunway. Saw a couple of shoes that I really liked. Now, once again, Im going back there again, to take one more look and possibly buy it. I wanted to buy it today, but I had friends pulling me out of the shops like wtf gaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, apart from window shopping, I met up with a few college friends. Had lunch and played at the arcade. I feel juvenile playing there. It brought back memories of my 'clique' back in Saujana when we went to Sunway. Ahh good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we went bowling and I realised something. I really suck at the game. But just when you thought you suck, a friend came along, bowled once and disproved my theory altogether. Here I thought I was bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we played snooker. Or was it pool? Anyway, I remember playing it and being very frustrated once. And yet again, frustration loomed over me and I then found out why I did not play at all. It is, in fact, a very stupid game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I took a cab home, RM25 wtf I tell you. But because I needed to go home quick, I had to swallow the pain and hop into the cab. Curse you yellow taxi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-5449913802098081432?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/5449913802098081432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=5449913802098081432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/5449913802098081432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/5449913802098081432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-then.html' title='And then'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-7802895390729828618</id><published>2009-12-24T10:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T11:29:51.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when you thought</title><content type='html'>So what did I do in these few days that I'm free?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. Absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, I hung out with my friends and...yeah, thats about it. Study? What study? I have yet to touch my books since mocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now it's Christmas eve and Im bored out of my mind. I cant go out, I refuse to study and Im trying to think of ways to get to Sunway Pyramid on my own without using a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, switching topic. How about a rundown about the stuff I did,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went shoe shopping, and bought 4 pairs of shoes. One short of my intended target but never mind. Honestly speaking I did not know how I managed to buy 4 pairs in one day. Must be an impulse thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days later, tsing called me out to Mid Valley for her dose of shoe shopping. Which epic-ly failed, by the way coz the shoe she thought she liked, she no like anymore. So we walked around and she found another pair which she liked and I found another pair I liked but alas, it was expensive and hence I did not buy my pair of shoes, being a total noob to tsing and somehow influencing her to not buying her shoes. Later that night we went for dinner and lo and behold, I met the very person I never thought I will meet anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the next day was my primary school reunion. Originally, I did not want to go, but since Vik said he will fetch me so I agreed to go. Which was the best decision I ever made! I met old freinds that I have not met in donkey's years, all grown up with their own lives. Guess what? For the 2nd time, I saw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, as though the cosmic gods played a trick on me, the next day I went to this "secret chicken rice" place, which, to be frank, was not that nice. It was just mediocre like that. Again, Tsing, on her shoe shopping quest, took me along to Berjaya Times Suare and Pavillion where she bought this awesome Guess heels which costs my education. And her buying that, totally pawned all the shoes I got thus far. Yet again I saw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, being christmas eve and all, I pray very hard so that I do not see him anymore. Sounds mean, but I dont give a shit at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-7802895390729828618?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/7802895390729828618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=7802895390729828618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/7802895390729828618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/7802895390729828618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-when-you-thought.html' title='Just when you thought'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-7166416530967544255</id><published>2009-12-05T18:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T18:41:41.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is drama</title><content type='html'>Last night(or should I say this morning?), I chatted with a friend till 3+ in the morning(I cant believe I actually stayed up till 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we were talking about what our lecturer told us prior that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went something like this:-&lt;br /&gt;"One thing that you can get out of this class is drama."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which got me thinking. Life is actually full of drama, right? You can fool people into thinking that you are in that disposition when your not. We overreact to the tiniest of things, what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I boldly told this friend of mine that I was chatting with that I could read his mind. I still think I was right although he told me it was all just "drama" and an "illusion" pfft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-7166416530967544255?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/7166416530967544255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=7166416530967544255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/7166416530967544255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/7166416530967544255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-is-drama.html' title='Life is drama'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-618497985229734867</id><published>2009-11-27T13:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T13:34:14.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JULIUS!!</title><content type='html'>ABC Questions About You :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - AVAILABLE : My social life is a zero so yes.&lt;br /&gt;B - BIRTHDAY : 24 Apr.&lt;br /&gt;C - CRUSHING ON : Ada lah.&lt;br /&gt;D - DRINK YOU LAST HAD : Water.&lt;br /&gt;E - EASIEST PERSON TO TALK TO : Friends.&lt;br /&gt;F - FAVORITE SONG : NEW KIDS ON THE BLOCK!&lt;br /&gt;G - GUMMY BEARS OR GUMMY WORMS : Gummy Bears.&lt;br /&gt;H - HOMETOWN : KL/ Penang / Malacca&lt;br /&gt;I - IN LOVE WITH : Someone lah.&lt;br /&gt;J - JUGGLE : Im coordination challenged, so no.&lt;br /&gt;K - KILLED SOMEONE : who wants to know?&lt;br /&gt;L - LONGEST CAR RIDE : Penang.&lt;br /&gt;M- MILKSHAKE FLAVOR : CHOCOLATE!&lt;br /&gt;N - NUMBER OF SIBLINGS : 1&lt;br /&gt;O - ONE WISH : Private and confidential.&lt;br /&gt;P - PERSON YOU CALLED LAST : Mum.&lt;br /&gt;R- REASON TO SMILE : Everything.&lt;br /&gt;S - SONG YOU LAST HEARD : I'll be loving you forever-New kids on the block.&lt;br /&gt;T - TIME YOU WOKE UP : 9.00a.m.&lt;br /&gt;V - VEGETABLE(S) : Not exactly a fan but I eat it anyway&lt;br /&gt;W - WORST HABIT : Is procrastination a habit?&lt;br /&gt;X - X-RAYS YOU'VE HAD : I never actually had one.&lt;br /&gt;Y – YOYOS ARE : For immature people. Seriously, they need a life.&lt;br /&gt;Z - ZODIAC SIGN : Taurus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Questions About You :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spell your name without vowels : S T P H N&lt;br /&gt;What colour do you wear most? : Black but I do wear other colours ok.&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to? : Quando, quando, quando-Michael Buble &amp;amp; Nelly Furtado&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy with your life right now? : I guess.&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite class in school? : English, Bahasa Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;When do you start back at school/college? : uggh, Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Are you outgoing? : I was, until college bogged me down with classes.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite pair of shoes? : I have so MANY HIGH HEELS i cant choose.&lt;br /&gt;Where do you wish you were right now? : Shopping for MORE HIGH HEELS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CANS :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you dance? : 2 left feet!&lt;br /&gt;Can you tie a cherry stem with your mouth? : You can actually do that?&lt;br /&gt;Can you whistle? : Yes, one of my proudest achievements.&lt;br /&gt;Write with both hands? : I said, coordination-challenged.&lt;br /&gt;Walk with your toes curled?: Can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DO'S :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe there is life on other planets? : Sure&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in miracles? : Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in magic? : No.&lt;br /&gt;Love at first sight? : No. Should I?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think there's a Satan? : I believe there's a satan in all of us.&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in Santa? : i used to.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how to swim? : Yes I CAN!!&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you could handle the stuff they eat on those reality shows? : Nah, I rather walk away with what's left of my dignity (FUH!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE HAVE'S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on a plane? : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever asked someone out? : Yes?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been asked out by someone? : Yea..&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been to the ocean? : Of course.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever painted your nails? : YES. So many times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WHAT'S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the temperature outside? : hot.&lt;br /&gt;What radio station do you listen to? : Hitz!&lt;br /&gt;What was the last restaurant you ate at? : Some place at ss2&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you bought? : I wish I could say shoes but its a bottle of water.&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you took a picture of? : My doggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRYING SECTION :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever really cried your heart out? : once. 10 years ago at a funeral&lt;br /&gt;Ever cried yourself to sleep? : again, once.&lt;br /&gt;Ever cried on your friend's shoulder? : No.&lt;br /&gt;Ever cried over the opposite sex? : No reason to do so lah.&lt;br /&gt;Do you cry when you get an injury? : Yes, when I was small.&lt;br /&gt;Do certain songs make you cry? : There was one song, Butterfly Kisses-Bob Carlisle. The song was so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY SECTION :&lt;br /&gt;Are you a happy person? : No point being sad right?&lt;br /&gt;What can make you happy? : A lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish you were happier? : Who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;Can music make you happy? : Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE SECTION :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have you had your heart broken? : Satu pun takde, kesian tau.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever loved someone so much that you'd die for them? : So deep. I don't think I got guts to do so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK AT ME SECTION :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your current hair color? : Black.&lt;br /&gt;Current piercings? : Nope. Too chicken to have one.&lt;br /&gt;Have any tattoos? : No. Dad don't allow&lt;br /&gt;Eye color? : GAHHH, its black!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a man, (change it to the opposite sex when your answering this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite eye color : Doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;Short or long hair : Both also can short hair-prim and proper, long hair-awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Height : have to be a bit taller that me lah.&lt;br /&gt;Best clothing : Anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been to jail : Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Mooned someone : HAHAHA. Should put this in my bucket list&lt;br /&gt;Thrown up in a store : Never.&lt;br /&gt;Done something really stupid that you laugh at it till today : Got plenty.&lt;br /&gt;Gone skinny dipping : No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS OR THAT :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke : Coke.&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's or Burger King : Burger king.&lt;br /&gt;Single or Group Dates : Both can.&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla : CHOCOLATE.&lt;br /&gt;Strawberries or Blueberries : Blueberries.&lt;br /&gt;Meat or Veggies : Meat.&lt;br /&gt;TV or Movie : Movie.&lt;br /&gt;Guitar or Drums? : Guitar.&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike : Adidas.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese or Mexican : Mexican.&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios or Corn Flakes : Both.&lt;br /&gt;Cake or Pie : Cake and pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak buat, buat lah. Kalau tak nak, takpe lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-618497985229734867?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/618497985229734867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=618497985229734867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/618497985229734867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/618497985229734867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2009/11/julius.html' title='JULIUS!!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-3014790744325177881</id><published>2009-11-25T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T22:11:35.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I have insecurities</title><content type='html'>Something happened today that made me address my insecurities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what happen but when it happen, it got me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be so sure of myself. Almost, arrogant like, in that sense. Not because I want to, but, you know, it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I get inferior feelings whenever someone passes by, or talks to me and it stinks. Seems petty, right? but no, it will play in my head so long as I allow it. I used to be able to brush off things like this so easily as well but now it's different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty people around me are having lives that seem to be like in the movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom, what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have a lot to be thankful for, as opposed those unfortunate ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know some of my insecurities? I'll tell you one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know I'm not photogenic? Everytime I take a picture, it somehow does not look good. Pretty people pictures make them look like rock stars but I look like a schmuck. A schmuck taking a photograph. Can you beat that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which got me thinking. It's these pretty people who seem to get everything in life right? Even when they wake up, it's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? Im that little girl who has to work extra hard to achieve anything I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfft. I hate pretty people. They make me sick to the stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I miss my friends. A LOT. Even though I have new ones, I still miss my besties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now THEY were the AWESOME ones. The ones that make you feel that your worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I never knew I make such a personal entry. First time for everything, right? Next thing you know, I'll be writing love songs hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-3014790744325177881?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/3014790744325177881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=3014790744325177881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/3014790744325177881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/3014790744325177881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-think-i-have-insecurities.html' title='I think I have insecurities'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-2556746261202108603</id><published>2009-11-24T10:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T11:24:03.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've always loved the 90's</title><content type='html'>Because to me, being born during the era where boybands popped out like mushrooms, were so totally awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not like these age music where people scream instead of sing. Pfft emo music. But anyway, what is SO wrong with boybands? Their carefully choreographed moves, their easy to remember music, the screaming girls, their irritated boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I LOVED them. Even until now when they are on the brink of non-existence, I still keep them in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in my Mp3 player, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me share(or rather, force it upon you) my top favourite songs of all that can never be erased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good God, this is starting to be a very shallow entry, but I dont care, Imma doing it anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gvb6P0-JBR4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/gvb6P0-JBR4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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: left;"&gt;You gotta love the in sync dances. Amazing! I can still remember the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ncajykWUkDk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/ncajykWUkDk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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: left;"&gt;I remember a time when I actually remembered their dance steps. Sorry about the oh-so-cheesy karaoke lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dOTPD8zA9vM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/dOTPD8zA9vM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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: left;"&gt;So sweet. Love those love songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N0.4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KSz704aZWZk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/KSz704aZWZk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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: left;"&gt;Savage Garden. With a band name like that, who knew you could sing such songs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, so as to not bombard you with my bimbotic, superficial entry, this is probably my most favourite boyband-cum-love song of all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/38_kztV3qJc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/38_kztV3qJc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think I know why Im a hopeless romantic. Probably of all these songs have somehow altered and moulded my perception that relationships should be like the songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/7380007328913480461-2556746261202108603?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/2556746261202108603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=2556746261202108603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/2556746261202108603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/2556746261202108603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2009/11/ive-always-loved-90s.html' title='I&apos;ve always loved the 90&apos;s'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-5178224810182120456</id><published>2009-11-11T10:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T12:19:49.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Little Lies</title><content type='html'>"Lying is bad. Or so we are told constantly from birth. Honesty is the best policy, the truth shall set you free, I chopped down the cherry tree. Whatever. The fact is, lying is a necessity. We lie to ourselves because the truth... the truth freaking hurts...No matter how hard we try to ignore or deny it, eventually the lies fall away, like it or not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-Grey's anatomy-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And believe it or not, we lie so much that the lie becomes the truth. The more you do it, the easier it flows from you. Pretty soon you'll start being a pathological liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that you want to lie, but sometimes lying is about the only option left. And then hope to God no one finds out about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But by that time you'll probably find another back-up lie for the original lie. So what was the truth actually?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, that sometimes, or probably all the times we lie so that they hear what they want to hear. Some sort of assurance perhaps, that we are what they imagine to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're not fat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, mum, I'm not at a shopping mall, I'm in the library."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You should definitely talk to him, you make a great couple"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all you are thinking is:-&lt;br /&gt;"Tell the truth? Tell a lie?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, it is always the later one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it shocking that some of my friends have never lied at all. Not even once. All goody-two shoes and everything. When I ask them why, they tell me that there is no reason to lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are either lying to my face or that they are bloody saints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, I will probably go to hell along with my lies so what the heck.&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/7380007328913480461-5178224810182120456?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/5178224810182120456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=5178224810182120456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/5178224810182120456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/5178224810182120456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2009/11/sweet-little-lies.html' title='Sweet Little Lies'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-8442234166085747740</id><published>2009-11-10T15:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T15:18:57.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude</title><content type='html'>Here, I would like to express my gratitude to this person close to me. As you know, I was a little low on dough($$). And he gave it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not even tell him my problem and he just gave it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No questions asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No expectations of returning the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke down when I received the cheque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your AWESOME like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-8442234166085747740?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/8442234166085747740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=8442234166085747740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/8442234166085747740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/8442234166085747740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2009/11/gratitude.html' title='Gratitude'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-647918192954719710</id><published>2009-10-26T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T22:53:41.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can Hear the Holy Choir!</title><content type='html'>And they are singing:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           " You've got 48,000 rm. See how nice we (the devils) make deals with you! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not the holy choir singing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the sound of the devil making a deal with my soul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna study hard and be a lawyer someday. Better start now then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-647918192954719710?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/647918192954719710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=647918192954719710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/647918192954719710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/647918192954719710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-can-hear-holy-choir.html' title='I Can Hear the Holy Choir!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-661672717332043773</id><published>2009-10-24T13:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T13:53:26.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There is a first for everything</title><content type='html'>And by that I mean not coming to class after a full streak of attendance lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT were you thinking huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I did have a reason for skipping class yesterday. Actually, there are 3 reasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason 1:-&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SuKPeEJHG1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/XH059MkhE7A/s1600-h/HughJackmanSexiestSP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SuKPeEJHG1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/XH059MkhE7A/s320/HughJackmanSexiestSP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396033050214079314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I met this guy at the shopping mall yesterday and we decided to get something for his wife's birthday. I told him that I couldn't stay long because of my tutorials but he said to skip it just for the day, just for him. Even-tough I told him that my studies are very important, he was very persistent, saying that I am the only one  who knows his wife's favourite stuff. So I said yes and continued shopping with him. How could I say no to those abs?He was such a gentleman. He even paid for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_______-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Reason 2:-&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SuKTOxZ_RxI/AAAAAAAAALA/HwkgQ4rACIg/s1600-h/kaka7rf4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SuKTOxZ_RxI/AAAAAAAAALA/HwkgQ4rACIg/s320/kaka7rf4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396037185533069074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My long lost cousin from Brazil came by to visit me on that fine day, at the very moment I wanted to leave for class. He looked so lost, and I'm the only one in our family who could speak a little Portuguese so I had to bring him around KL. I thought of coming back for the Public Law class but he wanted me to stay.We went to an awesome party later that night and he got so drunk, so wasted that my brother and my dad carried him back to the house. He is currently sleeping on my bed now and Im so mad at him for conquering my bed, leaving me to sleep on the floor. He said that he is VIP so the bed is his. Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_______-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.  Reason 3:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got so sick that I gagged. Good to know my gag reflexes are working well despite the pain Im suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, which of the three stories would you rather believe?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-661672717332043773?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/661672717332043773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=661672717332043773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/661672717332043773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/661672717332043773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2009/10/there-is-first-for-everything.html' title='There is a first for everything'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SuKPeEJHG1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/XH059MkhE7A/s72-c/HughJackmanSexiestSP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-2740354475605887493</id><published>2009-10-20T15:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T15:59:57.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasted days and wasted nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uwCWUP1y5YQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/uwCWUP1y5YQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, this song has othing to do with what Im going to write now. At all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the title has a whole lot of a significant meaning to where Im at right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One whole week has come and gone and what I have done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya ampun, I need to start studying seeing how my mock exams are on the 15th of December and all. I don't think I actually know where to start. Maybe I should start contract law then move on to criminal. damn, Im planning my time table now?Isn't it a bit late for me to do so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum says Im doing it all over again. The procrastinating thing. You cant blame me though my lecturers are all ahem, a bore to be with. It's very hard to concentrate to them when you barely understand what the topic is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. Maybe that's an understatement. I actually DO in fact, understand. It's just that in circumstances where the lecturer rambles on and on and on with a monotonous coherent wavelenghth, its hard to focus ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, it's time to change. I must stop procrastinating and concentrate on my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey....isn't that, three pigs flying across the window?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-2740354475605887493?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/2740354475605887493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=2740354475605887493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/2740354475605887493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/2740354475605887493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2009/10/wasted-days-and-wasted-nights.html' title='Wasted days and wasted nights'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-8090783272269331824</id><published>2009-10-12T23:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T23:59:37.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OK-Dokie</title><content type='html'>So far my current issue has made a little progress, and now this is a wait-and-see situation. But lets not talk about that. How about my little gallivanting trip to ATC rotaract installation. Please note that Im not exactly a member, just a supporter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I begin, I apologise for my hiatus in blogging. The thing is that I was kinda busy (bad excuse for being lazy lol) and had to push my blogging time away. Even writing this down now seem like a chore. I used to love to rant and rant and rant but the spark is fading away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or better yet, I need an epiphany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I again? Oh, ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fine. There were dances and food and such but the most surprising thing that appeared before my very eyes was the fact that this friend of mine, uhh, let's call him alex. He usually comes to class looking like, well, a nerd (I hope he's not reading this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the transformation came when I picked him up from the train station. He loses the glasses and he actually looks good. Not in a romantic connotation way but the wow-you-look-good way. Which brings me to the fact that, I , should never judge a book by it's cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something which I tend to do often. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if that is why I takde boyfriend selama ini...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go into deep thought, here are some photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/StNOiNwdfXI/AAAAAAAAAKI/O9tpZpZxT_Y/s1600-h/7528_1126980054818_1236682336_30291271_2438636_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/StNOiNwdfXI/AAAAAAAAAKI/O9tpZpZxT_Y/s320/7528_1126980054818_1236682336_30291271_2438636_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391739528608054642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Inter Jun-July friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/StNO6XojtEI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/qxPdvJ6V_bE/s1600-h/7528_1126986654983_1236682336_30291279_1605125_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/StNO6XojtEI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/qxPdvJ6V_bE/s320/7528_1126986654983_1236682336_30291279_1605125_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391739943576122434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me trying to be miang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/StNPMNCPXFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/h2LnrlZJR8E/s1600-h/7528_1127016015717_1236682336_30291469_7792652_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/StNPMNCPXFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/h2LnrlZJR8E/s320/7528_1127016015717_1236682336_30291469_7792652_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391740249968696402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trying out the emo post. Not working as you can see I'm smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/StNQadT59MI/AAAAAAAAAKg/fWbTlVmAhIY/s1600-h/7528_1127020615832_1236682336_30291479_5420278_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/StNQadT59MI/AAAAAAAAAKg/fWbTlVmAhIY/s320/7528_1127020615832_1236682336_30291479_5420278_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391741594367554754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The other Stephanie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/StNQsQH9agI/AAAAAAAAAKo/7rRPEDMjMOI/s1600-h/7933_149200629406_705254406_2455869_7877979_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/StNQsQH9agI/AAAAAAAAAKo/7rRPEDMjMOI/s320/7933_149200629406_705254406_2455869_7877979_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391741900065434114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Casual look&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/StNRC7dKcoI/AAAAAAAAAKw/18JaIFI7Q9Q/s1600-h/7528_1127039816312_1236682336_30291559_7869404_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/StNRC7dKcoI/AAAAAAAAAKw/18JaIFI7Q9Q/s320/7528_1127039816312_1236682336_30291559_7869404_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391742289654215298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Salsa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more photos. Check out &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=home#/profile.php?id=705254406&amp;amp;v=photos"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt; if you wanna see more. Or if you had enough, you can stop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-8090783272269331824?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/8090783272269331824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=8090783272269331824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/8090783272269331824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/8090783272269331824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2009/10/ok-dokie.html' title='OK-Dokie'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/StNOiNwdfXI/AAAAAAAAAKI/O9tpZpZxT_Y/s72-c/7528_1126980054818_1236682336_30291271_2438636_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-1524846722617881289</id><published>2009-08-21T11:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T20:54:18.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi, my name is Stephanie</title><content type='html'>And I am addicted to shoes. Yes, it started when I bought my first pair of heels for my high school prom. Then I spiraled out of control...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as a matter of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;factly&lt;/span&gt;, I love shoes. I love wearing them, I love the awesome feeling whenever I wear them even though it hurts and that Dr Pei Li told me not to wear it too often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;. Just wanted to make a small confession. Let's move on now shall we? How about life in college? Right lets do that. As of late, I have been going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ATC&lt;/span&gt; School of Law, doing , well of course, law. Life has been pretty good for now. I have met a lot of friends, some of which, I might say, has certain qualities which I can't really disclose now, politically speaking. But honestly, I felt a little apprehensive coming in for the first time bearing the reason that some individuals are already chasing their second degree, some were A-Level students who did law as their selective, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's no problem. I shall persevere and use this experienced bunch to my own advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that sounded a little diabolical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as lectures and tutorials are concerned, I doing well despite the fact that I still lack certain assignment writing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;skills&lt;/span&gt;. But not to worry, I will get better later. I cant afford to screw this up. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go now. I have an assignment to complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till we meet again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-1524846722617881289?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/1524846722617881289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=1524846722617881289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/1524846722617881289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/1524846722617881289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2009/08/hi-my-name-is-stephanie.html' title='Hi, my name is Stephanie'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-5691207244642186336</id><published>2009-08-08T11:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T12:07:51.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy celebration</title><content type='html'>To Pei Li and Carr Men,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAVE A ROCKING 19TH BIRTHDAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nyeitQPc6k0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nyeitQPc6k0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-5691207244642186336?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/5691207244642186336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=5691207244642186336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/5691207244642186336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/5691207244642186336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-celebration.html' title='Happy celebration'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-5076259931412423026</id><published>2009-08-05T11:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T11:52:31.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is so awesome</title><content type='html'>Two months into thic college and I find out that there is an IT lab in this place with really canggih equipment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. But there is a downside to it though, I can't access facebook, twitter or anything else that has entertainment elements in it. It's not all bad. I can always go tho the 5th floor to do it with the dysfunctional mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But besides that, things have been going well, apart from the handphone-got-stolen issue. Moving on, as of right now, Imma currently researching on the politics in the U.K. Kinda stupid though, I not only have to care about the stuff that happens in Malaysia, I have to care about the things In the U.K as well. Apparently, Gordon Brown is in quite a scandal right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I have to stop right now. I need to focus in my studies.LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you actually hear me say this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-5076259931412423026?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/5076259931412423026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=5076259931412423026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/5076259931412423026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/5076259931412423026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-so-awesome.html' title='This is so awesome'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-7580153239185849383</id><published>2009-08-01T14:43:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T23:57:52.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I cant find a title for this one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So far my current issue has made a little progress, and now this is a wait-and-see situation. But lets not talk about that. How about my little gallivanting trip to ATC rotaract installation. Please note that Im not exactly a member, just a supporter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I begin, I apologise for my hiatus in blogging. The thing is that I was kinda busy (bad excuse for being lazy lol) and had to push my blogging time away. Even writing this down now seem like a chore. I used to love to rant and rant and rant but the spark is fading away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or better yet, I need an epiphany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I again? Oh, ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fine. There were dances and food and such but the most surprising thing that appeared before my very eyes was the fact that this friend of mine, uhh, let's call him alex. He usually comes to class looking like, well, a nerd (I hope he's not reading this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the transformation came when I picked him up from the train station. He loses the glasses and he actually looks good. Not in a romantic connotation way but the wow-you-look-good way. Which brings me to the fact that, I , should never judge a book by it's cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something which I tend to do often. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if that is why I takde boyfriend selama ini...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go into deep thought, here are some photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/StNOiNwdfXI/AAAAAAAAAKI/O9tpZpZxT_Y/s1600-h/7528_1126980054818_1236682336_30291271_2438636_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/StNOiNwdfXI/AAAAAAAAAKI/O9tpZpZxT_Y/s320/7528_1126980054818_1236682336_30291271_2438636_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391739528608054642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Inter Jun-July friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/StNO6XojtEI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/qxPdvJ6V_bE/s1600-h/7528_1126986654983_1236682336_30291279_1605125_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/StNO6XojtEI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/qxPdvJ6V_bE/s320/7528_1126986654983_1236682336_30291279_1605125_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391739943576122434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me trying to be miang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/StNPMNCPXFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/h2LnrlZJR8E/s1600-h/7528_1127016015717_1236682336_30291469_7792652_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/StNPMNCPXFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/h2LnrlZJR8E/s320/7528_1127016015717_1236682336_30291469_7792652_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391740249968696402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trying out the emo post. Not working as you can see I'm smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/StNQadT59MI/AAAAAAAAAKg/fWbTlVmAhIY/s1600-h/7528_1127020615832_1236682336_30291479_5420278_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/StNQadT59MI/AAAAAAAAAKg/fWbTlVmAhIY/s320/7528_1127020615832_1236682336_30291479_5420278_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391741594367554754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The other Stephanie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/StNQsQH9agI/AAAAAAAAAKo/7rRPEDMjMOI/s1600-h/7933_149200629406_705254406_2455869_7877979_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/StNQsQH9agI/AAAAAAAAAKo/7rRPEDMjMOI/s320/7933_149200629406_705254406_2455869_7877979_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391741900065434114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Casual look&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/StNRC7dKcoI/AAAAAAAAAKw/18JaIFI7Q9Q/s1600-h/7528_1127039816312_1236682336_30291559_7869404_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/StNRC7dKcoI/AAAAAAAAAKw/18JaIFI7Q9Q/s320/7528_1127039816312_1236682336_30291559_7869404_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391742289654215298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Salsa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more photos. Check out &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=home#/profile.php?id=705254406&amp;amp;v=photos"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt; if you wanna see more. Or if you had enough, you can stop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.&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/7380007328913480461-7580153239185849383?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/7580153239185849383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=7580153239185849383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/7580153239185849383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/7580153239185849383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-cant-find-title-for-this-one.html' title='I cant find a title for this one.'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/StNOiNwdfXI/AAAAAAAAAKI/O9tpZpZxT_Y/s72-c/7528_1126980054818_1236682336_30291271_2438636_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-2687431903169224115</id><published>2009-07-31T11:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T11:19:11.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait a Minute</title><content type='html'>I thought I had the most awesome day. I woke up early, went to college, studied with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;newfound&lt;/span&gt; friends, did tutorial sessions then take a bus home. You know I always never had a fondness for the bus service and yesterday just reminded me of why I disliked it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cellphone was bloody &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pickpoketed&lt;/span&gt; by some idiot who my dad suspects is a drug addict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karma?Or are the great cosmic gods jealous I had a phone that I had bought with my salary? For those who know me, it's been twice since my cellphone had departed with me. Now I have no phone, no numbers and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Imma&lt;/span&gt; gonna get a little apprehensive now whenever I ride the bus. So, people, if you know me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;please&lt;/span&gt; give me your numbers. I don't exactly have a phone nor a number now but I appreciate it if you could help me out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-2687431903169224115?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/2687431903169224115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=2687431903169224115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/2687431903169224115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/2687431903169224115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2009/07/wait-minute.html' title='Wait a Minute'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-2068230144048364267</id><published>2009-07-21T22:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T23:31:28.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess What?</title><content type='html'>My issue is still not over, but lets talk about the other things that's been going on so far. Like maybe college? It's been okay so far, as in I can actually cope with the bulk of things being t&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hrown&lt;/span&gt; at me. I guess I have found a true calling? I dunno about that though but I guess I will know soon enough. I have made new friends and mostly, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tsing&lt;/span&gt;, much to my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dissapointment&lt;/span&gt; are not that very cute. But in all fairness, I feel that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; a little bit picky over these things. Which may eventually, not be such a good thing in the long run. Then again, why would I want something which is not as good as it should be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on. I bought this pair of shoes from &lt;a href="http://www.elements.com.my/"&gt;Elements&lt;/a&gt;, a 31/2 inch heels which was so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt; awesome for only RM21.90!! Made me feel so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tinggi&lt;/span&gt;. It was so awesome I wore it to college. It hurt like hell walking to the bus station but i didn't mind, for I felt awesome. By the way, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tsing&lt;/span&gt;, Elements is not the only shoe shop on sale. &lt;a href="http://www.metrojaya.com.my/"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Metrojaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; too had a sale of their own. 50%-70% discount on shoes! I wished you were here. Then we can both influence each other to buy more shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; on twitter! It happened because I had to. My dad had actually got a twitter account before me which he feels makes him more superior to me. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yeesh&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway, since being on twitter, a few random people from everywhere had decided to follow me, the most awesome (i think &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; seriously overusing the word) person on their twitter. Even &lt;a href="http://questmeansbusiness.blogs.cnn.com/"&gt;Richard Quest&lt;/a&gt;, CNN correspondent (they &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; call them reporters anymore) is following me on twitter. So if you guys and gals wanna have a twitter account the link is on the other side of the blog. Or you can &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;conveniently&lt;/span&gt; click &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. See the things I do for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I leave, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tsing&lt;/span&gt;, eat your heart out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360933842628005714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SmXc7So2T1I/AAAAAAAAAI8/FNhPH5mH1_c/s320/100_1359.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Revoir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-2068230144048364267?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/2068230144048364267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=2068230144048364267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/2068230144048364267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/2068230144048364267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2009/07/guess-what.html' title='Guess What?'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SmXc7So2T1I/AAAAAAAAAI8/FNhPH5mH1_c/s72-c/100_1359.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-6978318746452882698</id><published>2009-07-10T09:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T09:39:29.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope</title><content type='html'>That my current agenda resolves soon. I need the money. I'm not that rich. I can't and I don't have that amount of money. It irritates me that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bureaucracy&lt;/span&gt; is the only thing standing in my way of a loan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-6978318746452882698?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/6978318746452882698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=6978318746452882698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/6978318746452882698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/6978318746452882698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-hope.html' title='I hope'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-5348054307649181635</id><published>2009-07-05T22:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T22:48:12.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Far</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things are not going as fine as they seem. The scholarship people have not did what they promised and honestly, Imma feeling a bit antsy right now. It was probably a very stupid mistake to make and it has cost me dearly. So lesson learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Tsing, this is for you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 421px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354987753825582482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SlC8_XtXPZI/AAAAAAAAAI0/qJdE_pD4VGQ/s400/house.jpg" /&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/7380007328913480461-5348054307649181635?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/5348054307649181635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=5348054307649181635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/5348054307649181635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/5348054307649181635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-far.html' title='So Far'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SlC8_XtXPZI/AAAAAAAAAI0/qJdE_pD4VGQ/s72-c/house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-5020795817110315739</id><published>2009-07-03T17:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T17:28:02.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>Change is here. Definitely. It is an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;inevitable&lt;/span&gt; thing that happens to everyone. Though we may not like it, it's here and its gonna hit you right in the face. Just like that. So, in my accordance to change, I decided to spruce up my blog. The last one was quite old and well, dull. So I hope this new change will inspire me to blog more and not slack as often as I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of slacking, I find that this quality is in everyone of us. Some may deny it, but, deep down, you know you got it. The urge to not do anything and daydream about having more money, better car, better boss,better boyfriends, etc. It's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;habit&lt;/span&gt; that dies hard. This, of course, also applies to me. In a sense that I need the little breaks in between. Older people will call it being lazy but I call it "having some time to myself". I don't ask for much, just a few moments before I continue my work. But they still insist it to be "lazy". I guess this is the difference between you and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I kinda screwed up on some application and I got and hour's lecture on how I should put my life into perspective. And that they are doing this because they love me. I don't know about you guys but I think this card is getting old. I know, I screwed up a date in the application but if indeed, you love me, shouldn't you help me be my extra eyes and check the forms with me instead of staring into the tube or going into deep slumber?I am as human as anybody else and I'm definitely not perfect. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; sorry that it happened but hey, once bitten twice shy right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, by the grace of God (and the ever forgiving scholarship department), I can re-apply for this thing and get it over with. Yet, somehow I feel that this won't be over. For now, at least I have new friends to look forward to and a new college life ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then...Adieu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-5020795817110315739?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/5020795817110315739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=5020795817110315739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/5020795817110315739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/5020795817110315739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2009/07/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-6072778365541134369</id><published>2009-07-01T11:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T11:46:44.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's like that</title><content type='html'>Originally, this post was supposed to be a rant post, but I decided that ranting gets me no where. So, might as well do an anti-rant post. While all my friends (yes, including the very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;potong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.tyoriginal.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) have all gone away to various uni, I was stuck here doing law in a private college. I know, I'm making it sound like its a bad thing but I guess I should thank my lucky stars that I can stick to a profession that has steady income for the rest of my life. But yet, I keep saying this to myself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is this what I really want to do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do I really want to work as a lawyer for the rest of my life?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I never could see myself working 9-5, waking up, work, go home, repeat, repeat, repeat X 6365699759 days. Who does, anyway? Yet everyone keeps telling me that doing what I'm doing now is awesome &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; I get respected and people will need my aid somehow or rather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect? Man, I don't need to be a lawyer to get respect. I could just use a knuckle buster and all will be done. Anyway, I have been indeed, going to lectures already, and I was so lost with all the terminology. A good friend of mine once told me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Don't worry, it will get better"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's the thing. When? How?I guess some questions are meant to be found latter rather than sooner.Don't get me wrong, it's not like I hate this course that I'm doing, it's just that, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not sure I want to do this for the rest of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If only there was such a thing as "a soul searching trip".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*edit* &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Imma&lt;/span&gt; thinking about sprucing up my blog, so stay tuned for changes* bv&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-6072778365541134369?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/6072778365541134369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=6072778365541134369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/6072778365541134369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/6072778365541134369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2009/07/lifes-like-that.html' title='Life&apos;s like that'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-8538197206739757730</id><published>2009-06-26T11:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T12:31:38.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>King of Pop, he is.</title><content type='html'>It is announced today at 2.26 p.m,he died at Los Angeles. For me, he is beyond legendary. His songs touched many lives, me included. Though he may be a bit eccentric at times, he is and always will be etched into the hearts of many. So, for now I shall share this video, one of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt; songs of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RECiZa1j3VQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&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/RECiZa1j3VQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that aside, Farrah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fawcett&lt;/span&gt;, pioneer of Charlie's Angels, too have gone to a better place due to complications of cancer.She too, will be missed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/farrah%20fawcett" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa251/natalie7465/Wed.jpg" border="0" alt="Farrah Fawcett Bl/Wt Promo/jpg.292/natalie7465 Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better known for popularizing the "Farrah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Fawcett&lt;/span&gt;" haircut, which is still widely used even in today's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will both be missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-8538197206739757730?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/8538197206739757730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=8538197206739757730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/8538197206739757730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/8538197206739757730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2009/06/king-of-pop-he-is.html' title='King of Pop, he is.'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-3798616555394107714</id><published>2009-05-18T12:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T22:25:45.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh hello, I'm not a liar</title><content type='html'>Just late. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tsing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, here it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As how Ty had already blogged already, on Saturday, we went for a triple jump-citrus park &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dekat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;oug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, then mid valley then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ioi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;puchong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. With each visit tells a different story. So lets start with citrus park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite okay, there were a lot of shoes, but none of them That outstanding. Then I saw a red pair. Which was relatively &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, price was good, etc...but the thing was that it was not Pretty enough. And that sucked. A lot. Other than that, it was just ordinary. Until we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Now that was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we arrived there, thinking that maybe we will have better luck this time but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;NOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....all the pretty shoes decided to hide themselves this time...leaving me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tsing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hugely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt;. but not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;laimun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; though. She got her dream shoes with a 20% discount and we were all very happy for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the interesting part. As we were walking around aimlessly grumbling as to why are there no pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;decent&lt;/span&gt; shoes around, this guy, or rather a DJ from &lt;a href="http://www.red.fm/"&gt;red.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;fm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; approached us. This is more or less how it went:- (oh by the way, his name is JD. Can you imagine that, a DJ named JD?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JD:(looks at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Tsing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) Are you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;married&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Tsing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: I was about to...why?&lt;br /&gt;JD: Oh, there I have an intern who is quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;leng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;chai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at the back of the stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is where I come in with my big mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;JD: Oh, no. Your mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was laughter from everyone. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Say what?&lt;br /&gt;JD: Anyway, the is this competition and if you can sign up you may win a prize&lt;br /&gt;All : Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;JD : By the way what are you going to study?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : Law&lt;br /&gt;JD : &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Woah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, must marry you already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I hope he is not that desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we left &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;MV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; soon after and we arrived at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;ioi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;puchong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I have never been to the new wing of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;ioi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so i was a bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;jacoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. But it all went away once we saw the clothes store? I was like a kid in a candy store (as how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;tsing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; described it) and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;wanted&lt;/span&gt; to buy all of their printed shirt with funny sayings but I settled for 2 pieces. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Tsing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, bring me there again!I wanna buy more shirts!)&lt;br /&gt;So after the shirt fiasco, we hopped over to P&amp;amp;Co, and I saw this pair of wedges and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; resist.I was kinda sad when they told me there was no discount but then when I asked if using the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;HSBC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; credit card would get me any discounts, They said 20%!!!So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Tsing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; she bought her stuff with my 20% discount too!!&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;HSBC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! They are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;awsome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;awsome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I have to share this story with you. During dinner at TGIF, I educated the world(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;oklah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Tsing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Laimun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Yanleng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Peili&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Yws&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) about the word "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;". Which turned out pretty well if you asked me. Now I hope the use age of the word"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;" can be spread around like bread and butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mentioned about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;yanleng&lt;/span&gt;?She bought absolutely nothing but she came in pretty handy with her employee discount. Me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;likey&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; was my day?I feel like shopping again. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Tsing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-3798616555394107714?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/3798616555394107714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=3798616555394107714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/3798616555394107714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/3798616555394107714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2009/05/eh-hello-im-not-liar.html' title='Eh hello, I&apos;m not a liar'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-5533045544809928086</id><published>2009-05-03T22:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T23:12:39.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My God I'm 20.</title><content type='html'>That's how time flies. One minute you're 19 the next your 'teen' days are over. For good. Not that I don't like it, I mean, change is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;inevitable&lt;/span&gt; and we must keep moving on but sometimes I wish we could be back in time where everything was fun. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Coz&lt;/span&gt; right now, to me, I feel that life has become very mundane. Wake up, go to work, complete tasks that actually has nothing to do with you, come home and repeat and repeat and repeat. As of now, many of us are probably working or studying, so its hard to plan a lot of things. Heck even going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jogoya&lt;/span&gt; pun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;susah&lt;/span&gt;. But in all fairness, as we head to different directions, things change. Period. You either keep up of get left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was originally supposed to be a birthday post but it was delayed due to a certain amount of laziness added with a pinch of busy-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt;. Since I'm blogging already, I would like to thank everyone for the birthday greetings. All messages, be it through the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;handphone&lt;/span&gt; and even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; are greatly appreciated. I especially liked Yvonne's 4a.m text message that woke me up from my dream with..uhh..I think its best left untold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, What did I want to say before I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;interrupted&lt;/span&gt; with my 'thoughts'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Recently my mum purchased a toy dog. Its a pug. A very irritating-likes to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;chase&lt;/span&gt; anything that moves-needy-clingy-dog. Who happens to fear my dad. No surprise there. If you want photos, Google it, please. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; not the post photos kind of person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; about all for now. I will try to update my blog whenever I can&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-5533045544809928086?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/5533045544809928086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=5533045544809928086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/5533045544809928086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/5533045544809928086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-my-god-im-20.html' title='Oh My God I&apos;m 20.'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-1688082774681080973</id><published>2009-03-23T22:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T23:11:29.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes yes I know its been a month.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's not really my fault though. I had to work and in the space after work, I watch the idiot box. Why? Because I like to degenerate my brain cells by watching things like Meet The Kardashians. So there you go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving along, there were lots of things going on in this month. Some good, some bad but I don't wanna divulge and bore you with mundane stories about me talking to photocopiers and printers during work but instead I would like to give an opinion or rather a curious thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see, I was randomly clicking on blogs of complete strangers and I discovered something. They all have really emo taglines. Whats the deal with that? Lines like "In the realm of darkness, you are my light..." can bring down the spirit of a reader. But the silly thing is that when you scroll down the page you see a bubbly 18 or 19 year old teenager telling the world about his/her day in college. Bah. Such contradiction you see in the first impression right? What is the matter with you lah? What are you so depressed about?Parents not giving you enough allowance izzit? Or is being emo part of your persona now and your doing this to be cool? I have friends who like this dark stuff but does not 'decorate' their blogs with things like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316399824427801554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SceleQr329I/AAAAAAAAAIM/f_vrN4nZmNg/s320/n725697758_1634894_1016976%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From how I see it, these individuals really have no sense of maturity. Trying to be something your not shows that real sense of ignorance. You don't see the bigger picture. I should know. I've been there, done that. Not a nice ending. I mean, what have you got to be depressed about? If you have a loving family, a doting boyfriend/girlfriend and a loyal pet then, shame on you. You having an argument with your pet goldfish is not an excuse to be emo okay? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316400159173892514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/Scelxvtj2aI/AAAAAAAAAIU/eur69heXFRA/s320/n725697758_1635017_4164305%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such complexities of the human race.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316400346671267954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/Scel8qMawHI/AAAAAAAAAIc/XpyAVgUSg0c/s320/n725697758_1632502_4643781%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, besides blog-surfing, I have been web-surfing too. Click on &lt;a href="http://www.cleverbot.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and you be surprised at what it is. Don't wanna say much here but be prepared to throw an insult or two whenever can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the pictures are courtesy of Lemon. Go check out her facebook if you wanna see more.&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/7380007328913480461-1688082774681080973?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/1688082774681080973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=1688082774681080973' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/1688082774681080973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/1688082774681080973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2009/03/yes-yes-i-know-its-been-month.html' title='Yes yes I know its been a month.'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SceleQr329I/AAAAAAAAAIM/f_vrN4nZmNg/s72-c/n725697758_1634894_1016976%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-2836068460870343499</id><published>2009-02-14T23:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T00:22:32.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14th February is just like any other day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Except&lt;/span&gt; that that it's Valentines Day. Yup. As so many posts you may have read in blogs other than mine, it's gonna be a post of this sort. But, I think this might be a post that just maybe quite contradictory as what you may think it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me if I'm wrong, but I happen to think this particular day is a little bit overrated. I mean, it is a fact that this day is created by companies to cash in on this day called Valentines. Sure, it may contain significant history during it's time but did you actually see them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;professing&lt;/span&gt; love with RM70++ dinner per &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pax&lt;/span&gt;? Or big bouquet of overpriced roses or even one of a kind Belgian chocolates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I must admit, it is nice to receive presents though it is rather curious as to why now? Why must you give or do lovey-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dovey&lt;/span&gt; stuff on this very day? Why cant it be done on any other day? Is it because it brings so much more meaning now compared to any other day? Or is it because one likes to be caught up on the euphoria of this particular day? I'm not instigating anything at all, nor am I telling everyone that material things are a way to someones heart, being a man or a woman or someone in between. I'm just saying that every other day can be just as special as any other day. Its the way the couple uses it, rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to my next subject. Couples. I have seen a lot now. And it comes in a variety. Some are the long-term kind, some are the short-lived kind and some are the doomed-from-the very-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; kind. For now, I would like to comment on the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; option. The short-lived kind. I'm no expert, but I somehow get the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;feeling&lt;/span&gt; that I know why. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I feel that those relationships only happen because they imagine it happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to see the way I see it. These couple, it may be one or both parties, I think are having illusions of the heart. They sort of fall in love with the idea of love. Hugs and kisses and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;phone calls&lt;/span&gt; to the wee hours in the morning indeed, will make one positively happy. So a bond is formed. Then comes the later part of this affair when reality sinks in. Turns out they really have nothing in common together, except that the look good with each other. Sure its okay when you are young and there are many other lucky breaks but what happens when they are older? They become sort of jaded and will never know what it feels like to love somebody for who they are, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I'm not discouraging anybody to get into a relationship. Just make sure it's for the right reasons or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;somebody's&lt;/span&gt; heart will be broken, for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I writing this? Is it because I'm like an anti-Valentine person or maybe I'm just sour I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have a someone for Valentine's this year. Whatever the reasons are, I have already written it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ggdoi0rgSjI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ggdoi0rgSjI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Let's drink to Valentine's 2009.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-2836068460870343499?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/2836068460870343499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=2836068460870343499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/2836068460870343499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/2836068460870343499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2009/02/14th-february-is-just-like-any-other.html' title='14th February is just like any other day'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-5386299892723811392</id><published>2009-01-24T23:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T23:50:44.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy or What?</title><content type='html'>After many many many days of not blogging, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Imma&lt;/span&gt; back!! A lot of things have happen in the past few weeks, so I'm gonna try to write as much as I can. So, as you can read my past blogs, I got a job as a clerk in this tiny law firm sandwiched between two bakeries, i.e kings confectionery and bakers cottage (no pun intended). My employer is really nice and I have this sneaky feeling in my guts that she's not married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, moving along. Here are some fun facts about my job:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My boss is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lawyer&lt;/span&gt;. So this means she goes out to do lawyer stuff. Which also means I can do a little slacking off.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She does not get mad easily. Just frustrated. Mostly at her clients and banks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is also a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;despatch&lt;/span&gt; guy working here as well. Both him and my boss are good friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I learned how to use a fax machine which happens to be very simple to use. What to do, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;budak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kampung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;swt&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am meeting the same people again and again during lunch time. Creepy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whenever my boss is free, we will have lunch together. And she foots the bill. So I get free lunch. Free lunch is always a good thing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;So far, this is what I do in the office. I fax, photocopy, send letters, amend contracts,answer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;phone calls&lt;/span&gt; and filing. And I'm gonna do this for the next 2-3 months. Oh lord. Please help me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Moving along, I wanna tell you a story about this friend of mine who has a fetish for large coke. She happens to be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;starbucks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;barista&lt;/span&gt; and her name is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Yan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Leng&lt;/span&gt;. You see, during one of the days in the past week, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Tsing&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Yee&lt;/span&gt; Wen and I decided to stalk her. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ordered&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;grande&lt;/span&gt; cup, you see. But because one of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Yan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Leng's&lt;/span&gt; fellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;barista&lt;/span&gt; is so infatuated with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Tsing&lt;/span&gt; or something like it, he decided to upgrade our drinks to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;venti&lt;/span&gt; cup and we pay with only the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;grande&lt;/span&gt; price with 30% off. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;nooo&lt;/span&gt;....our most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;hebat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;barista&lt;/span&gt; punched in the price of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;grande&lt;/span&gt; without the 30% discount. So in short, we bought a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;venti&lt;/span&gt; cup with the price of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;grande&lt;/span&gt;. Not that we were complaining but, you know...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So we sat while waiting for our drinks to come and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Tsing&lt;/span&gt; started ranting about the trench coat dress-shirt incidents with me and poor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Yee&lt;/span&gt; Wen had to listen to it all over again. Then we continued to gossip about a certain someone again. It seems our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;conversations&lt;/span&gt; has always had her name come up. She is just like a barrel full of monkeys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is me, Signing off....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-5386299892723811392?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/5386299892723811392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=5386299892723811392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/5386299892723811392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/5386299892723811392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2009/01/crazy-or-what.html' title='Crazy or What?'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-4739710994557968960</id><published>2009-01-15T18:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T18:37:29.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You've got to be kidding me</title><content type='html'>You know what I hate when I fall sick? The fact that it lingers and lingers and lingers. This flu I've got seriously would never leave me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;setelah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sekian&lt;/span&gt; lama &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;berada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dalam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;badan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;saya&lt;/span&gt;. It's starting to be quite irritating right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there is this good news/bad news thing happening:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news: I've got the job as a minimum waged general clerk in a law firm. I start tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news: I've still got the flu and I start work tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt; heck. At least I got the job. To think I only went for an interview the day before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-4739710994557968960?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/4739710994557968960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=4739710994557968960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/4739710994557968960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/4739710994557968960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2009/01/youve-got-to-be-kidding-me.html' title='You&apos;ve got to be kidding me'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-3827965812457039840</id><published>2009-01-13T10:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T10:50:56.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Goodness Sake!</title><content type='html'>I thought the deal was that I am on a break now and the worse thing that can happen was me spiking up the electricity bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, I had to just fall sick. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Stupid&lt;/span&gt; aching throat. Stupid sore ears. Stupid blocked nose. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gah&lt;/span&gt;! I hate being sick. However, on the bright side, the chances of me falling sick again in the nearby future is hence, reduced to a minimum. Oh, joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough rantings, I wanna share my experience of a telephone call. You see I was sorta applying for this minimum waged clerical job. I did send in my application and waited and waited until I got a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;impatient&lt;/span&gt;. so I decided to give them( the company) a call. Here's how it went:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; :Hi, I'm calling regarding my application to work in your company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person-on-phone :May I know your name please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; :It's Stephanie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Rodrigues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person-on-phone :Oh, Miss Stephanie. You see about your application, my boss has not made a decision yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; :But I thought your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;advertisement&lt;/span&gt; said "Immediate Vacancies"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person-on-phone :I know and I'm really sorry. But tell you what, if we don't call you by this week, you can "what-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;" (which I assume is look for another job)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; : Oh, okay then. Thanks anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to think my job is as good as gone. So if there is any other jobs out there, please let me know. I kinda need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-3827965812457039840?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/3827965812457039840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=3827965812457039840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/3827965812457039840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/3827965812457039840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-goodness-sake.html' title='For Goodness Sake!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-7199437159526902424</id><published>2009-01-08T11:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T11:45:54.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>REJOICE!!</title><content type='html'>It took 10 minutes to get my cert, but I finally got it in the end. You know, going back to my alma mater evoked a feeling in me. And it is definitely NOT nostalgic. I mean, I have gone to that school for five years in a row right? Now that it's been 3 years, I feel that I don't belong anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Not that I want to, it's just that so many things have changed around the school. Plants are everywhere and the canteen is totally dressed up. But one thing still remain-the hideously blue cacat sial of a gelanggang serbaguna. It has potholes everywhere, you feel like you are walking on a moon full of craters. I almost pok-kaied there fyi. Kinda embarassing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I get this job. It's the only one I applied for. If I cant get it though, then its back to waitressing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-7199437159526902424?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/7199437159526902424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=7199437159526902424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/7199437159526902424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/7199437159526902424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2009/01/rejoice.html' title='REJOICE!!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-3084702732001605672</id><published>2009-01-08T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T00:20:53.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, the humanity</title><content type='html'>You know why I said that? Its cause I have to send a resume over to this company and guess what? My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt; slip is missing. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you have to be so cruel to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Seri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Saujana&lt;/span&gt; and hopefully, get my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt; cert which I was supposed to collect earlier. God, I hope it's still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH, bite me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-3084702732001605672?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/3084702732001605672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=3084702732001605672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/3084702732001605672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/3084702732001605672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-humanity.html' title='Oh, the humanity'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-4916092816359199901</id><published>2009-01-06T23:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T10:45:01.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Parting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goodbyes are not forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goodbyes are not the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They simply mean I'll miss you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Until we meet again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey, I'm back again. Just so you know, today notes the day one of my close friends left in pursuit of her education. I don't feel like saying much here for the simple reason that I have already said my piece before. But I will say this much though, you were a really good friend. You know, the kind that you remember even when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;you're&lt;/span&gt; growing up an all. Heck, I passed math because of you. And its not like we'll not be seeing each other again, you'll be back here again in two shakes of a lamb tail (by that I mean very very soon &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you ignorant readers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;). So here's to you; I hope you know what they say, nothing ventured, nothing gained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Moving on. If you noticed, I have changed my background a little bit. God, I love this &lt;a href="http://www.pyzam.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; so much. Apart from that logo on top, it really is nice. How about the new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chatbox&lt;/span&gt; huh? I don't even remember how I got it-I was surfing and I found this. Let me know what you think okay? Just nice? Too over-the-top? Too tacky? I will take it into consideration and most probably, ignore it. I know I know, a bit mean right. Well, it IS my blog...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Till the next time, this is me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;signing&lt;/span&gt; off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-4916092816359199901?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/4916092816359199901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=4916092816359199901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/4916092816359199901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/4916092816359199901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2009/01/parting.html' title='A Parting'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-9120131998639690108</id><published>2009-01-02T11:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T11:59:12.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year is just any other day except...</title><content type='html'>Except that it is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; of the year. My many wishes to all for a festive year. Indeed year 2008 was rough, but I guess I managed to pull through, somehow. Let's recap, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, if I'm not mistaken, this time last year, I was seriously dreading to go back to school. I mean, the countless encounters of the teachers and also, there was this little big thing about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;STPM&lt;/span&gt;. Days turn to weeks, and weeks turn into months. It was a good thing I had my many friends, new and old to pull me through the year. So, like a blink of an eye, the year ended. Now everybody I know is everywhere doing stuff like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;looking&lt;/span&gt; for a job, which is something I should be doing right about now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is a part of growing up. Friends I have known for oh, so long are leaving on a jet plane, don't know when they'll be back again. This does, in a way brings about a sense of melancholy. I do sometimes wish time stood still, for once but that's quite impossible, right. So, why not use the next best thing, making sure that one is remembered for the good things, maybe some humiliating things but definitely not the bad things. I'm only 19, so I don't know how it feels to have not spoken to friends for 13327582485 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, 2009 has really gotten into me. And in case you are wondering, no, I'm not keeping this background. Christmas is over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;..and yes, I'm gonna post photos soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have my word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-9120131998639690108?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/9120131998639690108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=9120131998639690108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/9120131998639690108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/9120131998639690108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-is-just-any-other-day-except.html' title='New Year is just any other day except...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-6117972116138813028</id><published>2008-12-24T11:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T12:27:32.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Begining To Look a Lot Like Christmas</title><content type='html'>Or Christmas Eve, rather. Let's look at my checklist again, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Christmas music---check&lt;br /&gt;2)Christmas Tree----check&lt;br /&gt;3)Christmas Presents----check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, all that's left is the food. This year's Christmas, to me is way better than last year's. For one, I don't have to worry about any exams or school. In addition, I don't have to waste a single energy preparing the meals[my other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unwilling&lt;/span&gt; cousins are doing it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;muahahaha&lt;/span&gt;..hey, making &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sugee&lt;/span&gt; cake by hand damn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;susah&lt;/span&gt; you know...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and best of all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody constantly drilling me about my studies, school, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will take photos and post it here. Just thought you might wanna see how the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Serani's&lt;/span&gt; celebrate Christmas. Trust me, there will be a lot of drinking, bad singing, and possibly mishaps? I hope to god that there isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll be posting anything on Christmas Day itself so in advance,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's drink to good people, good food and some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; cheer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/merry%20christmas" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i450.photobucket.com/albums/qq230/7733mjw/merry-christmas.jpg" border="0" alt="Merry christmas 2 Pictures, Images and Photos" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here's a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BpVOw_cDIIE"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; song&lt;/a&gt; by the way, I can't seem to put it in here so do me a favour and click on the link. I really love this song and I hope you will too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-6117972116138813028?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/6117972116138813028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=6117972116138813028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/6117972116138813028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/6117972116138813028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-begining-to-look-lot-like-christmas.html' title='It&apos;s Begining To Look a Lot Like Christmas'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-4214707188530624500</id><published>2008-12-23T22:25:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T23:29:40.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Long Awaited tag</title><content type='html'>Can someone be addicted to reading too many books? Do you think there is a cut off point till someone regards you as weird? I hope that there isnt coz I have been reading so many books ever since and my mom tells me that I should slow down. Well, lets just leave that till whenever. In this post, it would be a tag from dear Tsing. So, Here goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put Your iTunes, Windows Media Player, ETC on Shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.&lt;br /&gt;4. Put any comments in brackets after the song name.5.Put this on your journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If someone says, " Is this okay? "You Say?&lt;br /&gt;That's Amore-Dean Martin [Well, love can do many things to you]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.How would you describe yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Rolling on a River-Ike and Tina Turner [Just go with the flow,dude.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.What do you like in a girl?&lt;br /&gt;Fall For you-Secondhand Serenade [Gotta be sure that it's really is what it is]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.How do you feel today?&lt;br /&gt;You And I Both-Jason Mraz [This is a bit odd, considering that there is no "you", only "I"...Come to think of it, it's kinda pathetic]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your life's purpose?&lt;br /&gt;Forever Love-Wang Lee Hom [This is so appropriate, to love everyone around me]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.What is your motto?&lt;br /&gt;It Had to Be You-Frank Sinatra [Hey, these things are very inportant, tahu][&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What do your friends think of you?&lt;br /&gt;Uptown Girl-Westlife [That's cool...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.What do you think of your parents?&lt;br /&gt;The Moffats-I'll be there for you [See, I'm such a loyal child]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.What do you think about very often?&lt;br /&gt;Say it again-Marie Digby [Slightly neurotic, highly in desperate need of attention]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.What is 2 + 2?&lt;br /&gt;Leave it all to me-Miranda Cosgrove [I can get you the answer, easy]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.What do you think of your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;More than Words-Extreme [Aww...how nice]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.What do you think of the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;Copa Cabana-Barry Manilow [Nooooo, I do not want it to end like that!!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.What is your life story?&lt;br /&gt;Never had a dream come true-S Club 7 [That not true, you know. I'm quite blessed]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;Kiss Goodbye-Wang Lee Hom [There has got to be more than just a kiss goodbye]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.What do you think of when you see the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;Iko Iko-Zap Mama [I think of a reggae party when I think of him...awesome..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.What will you dance to at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;L.O.V.E is for the way you look at me- Frank Sinatra [YESSS! I love this song and is so appropriate!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.What will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;Mama Mia-Abba [*gasp* WRONG SONG WRONG SONG!!...but then again...if you would listen to the song...maybe you will understand]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.What is your hobby/interest?&lt;br /&gt;Spiderman Theme song- Micahel Buble [Dammit! Now everyone knows what I do when I'm free..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.What is your biggest fear?&lt;br /&gt;What you got-Colby O'Donnis [In a way, kinda true..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.What is your biggest secret?&lt;br /&gt;Shake your Groove Thing-Peaches and Herb [One of my many hidden talents...well, not really...I can't dance to save my life]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.What do you think of your friends ?&lt;br /&gt;T-shirt-Shontelle [NOOO!!!If changing them is what youre implying, then NOOO it most certainly is not}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.What will you post this as?&lt;br /&gt;One More Try-A1 [Not even gonna comment on this one]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the record show that I am not making this up. All songs are indeed real and it is a coincidence that it is up there at the rightest moments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not my fault ah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-4214707188530624500?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/4214707188530624500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=4214707188530624500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/4214707188530624500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/4214707188530624500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2008/12/long-awaited-tag.html' title='A Long Awaited tag'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-5897739856221073329</id><published>2008-12-20T12:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:37:07.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;A thousand apologies for not updating my blog. It is December, after all. The month of Christmas cheer, food and company. In my family, we take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt;. Right down to the turkey and Christmas presents. Lots have been happening lately, and it all started the minute I handed in my exam sheets. Vacations, numerous shopping trips, and the occasional nagging from my mum about the way I drive. But I'm not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;complaining&lt;/span&gt;, heck, my life starts now. No more listening to people who looks and sounds more immature than a 10-year old. I am in charge of my own life and no one can take it away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay seriousness aside. As of yesterday, I finally completed my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; shopping. I must say, this years &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wish list&lt;/span&gt; seems pretty odd. Especially my brother's one. But hey, to each his own, right? Anyway, at least I did it with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;besties&lt;/span&gt; yesterday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281739647921728034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SUyCOdZ4qiI/AAAAAAAAAH8/w0c_o2xu3oE/s320/PC190525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;You know the one next to me? Yup. She's leaving for America. On the 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of January. I just found out yesterday. Kinda sad to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;see&lt;/span&gt; my best friend of so long leave. Yet happy that she's going there for the right reasons. So, were gonna make the best of it. I'm gonna do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Tsing's&lt;/span&gt; tag in the next post so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Till then&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/7380007328913480461-5897739856221073329?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/5897739856221073329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=5897739856221073329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/5897739856221073329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/5897739856221073329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SUyCOdZ4qiI/AAAAAAAAAH8/w0c_o2xu3oE/s72-c/PC190525.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-1873551785454974847</id><published>2008-12-11T23:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:10:48.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Have Learned So Far In My Vacation...</title><content type='html'>I learn that:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HIGH HEELS&lt;/span&gt; + &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;SHOPPING MALLS&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;VERY BAD IDEA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God my feet are killing me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I have straightened my hair. It looks pretty darn good right now. Even my mom said it is not as messy and untidy as it was before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-1873551785454974847?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/1873551785454974847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=1873551785454974847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/1873551785454974847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/1873551785454974847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-i-have-learned-so-far-in-my.html' title='What I Have Learned So Far In My Vacation...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-7115214849053078536</id><published>2008-12-08T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:44.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>And it's good to be back. Guess where I went by the way? If you are thinking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt;, then 100 points to you. To tell you the truth, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt; is not a very big place. Keep driving straight and you'll end up right where you started. I should know, I lived there once. Went to a convent school there, the works. So since I have experienced &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt; in and out, I thought I would share these advice with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kawan&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kawan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;baik&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lai&lt;/span&gt; Mun and family, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Tsing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Yie&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Yan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Leng&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Yee&lt;/span&gt; Wen and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Tsing's&lt;/span&gt; friend (I'm sorry I do not know his name),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad you are going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt;. It's a wonderful place to go but I'm sorry I couldn't be there with you. Anyway, there are lots of places to see and things to eat and buy there. Do you know in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt;, I purchased 2 handbags, a pair of pants and ate a lot of stuff there. Speaking of eating, if you happen to stop by this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Kedai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Kopi&lt;/span&gt; Bee San along &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Jalan&lt;/span&gt; Boundary in the morning, you may be able to eat this man's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;dimsum&lt;/span&gt; which I happen to think is delectable and most of all, cheap. How can you eat a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;pau&lt;/span&gt; and have Iced Milo for under RM2? Mind you, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;pau&lt;/span&gt; is only 90 cents. Try to avoid eating along &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Jalan&lt;/span&gt; Gurney for it is very popular tourist spot and the hawkers there WILL overcharge you. Just remember this tip-If they can speak in English to you, be it broken or perfect, he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;is gonna&lt;/span&gt; charge you extra. Try not to act too touristy in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt; though, it may and may not help you throughout your trip. But then again, with an entourage of so many, it's kinda hard not to. I can imagine you guys at the hawker stall and it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt;. Even my parents are laughing at the sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on. I know I'm not doing this in sequence so bear with it okay, alright. Once you are making your way to your resort, be sure to look out your window. If you see 3 hotels, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Bayview&lt;/span&gt; Beach Resort and Sandy Bay Paradise hotel and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Tanjung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Bungah&lt;/span&gt; Resort, that will be the hotels that I spent my childhood there. My family and I stayed in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;first &lt;/span&gt;two and often swam in the third one. When I was in staying here in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt;, I would always go to these hotels and spend my weekends there. Most of it was in the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; hotel. You know you are staying there too long when the staff can actually remember your name and not just call you as "that hotelier's daughter".&lt;br /&gt;ah, good memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next. Shopping. Mind you, there are a lot of things to shop for in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt;. Head on over to town and make sure you put on your walking shoes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; it's the best way to go. Start your journey in the morning when everything is opened. Be sure to go to Kimberley Street &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; that's where the market is. It is a big market so watch out for pick pockets, motorists and everything in between. If you know where to look, you'll see this man making &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;popia&lt;/span&gt; skin outside his house. If you look into his house, you will see that his business actually put his children through school and beyond. If you feel thirsty, come out of the market and ask any local and they will tell you this place that sells &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;chendol&lt;/span&gt;, which, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;kononnya&lt;/span&gt;, quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;famous-lah&lt;/span&gt;. I prefer the one opposite it, by the way. Next to it, will be another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;kopitiam&lt;/span&gt; and they sell pretty tasty char &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;koay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;teow&lt;/span&gt;. WARNING-the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;chendol&lt;/span&gt; man's stall is OUTSIDE the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;kopitiam&lt;/span&gt;. So if you want them to serve it to you inside the shop, be prepared to pay extra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you intend to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Kek&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Lok&lt;/span&gt; Si temple, be prepared for a crowd ya. Oh, and be sure you try the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Asam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Laksa&lt;/span&gt; in the area. Its called the Air &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Itam&lt;/span&gt; area, a place that has not changed even when my mother was a child. There is even some shop owners from her childhood still selling their merchandise there. Imagine that. One more thing, since you are in the area, might as well go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Bukit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Bendera&lt;/span&gt; and sit on it's funicular train. Again, popular tourist spot so be prepared to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt; is VERY VERY hot, so put on sunscreen. There are a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;or the&lt;/span&gt; places to go but I'm to lazy to type-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt; so get a map okay? Too bad you guys &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;ar&lt;/span&gt; not driving there. You wont be able to take the ferry or go on the bridge. You'll be landing on the Island itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, take a lot of pics and HAVE FUN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-7115214849053078536?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/7115214849053078536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=7115214849053078536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/7115214849053078536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/7115214849053078536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-4995855798636723890</id><published>2008-12-03T23:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T00:09:10.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over And Done!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;As the title suggests, today marks the last day of my exams-and the last day of my school life. I never thought there would come a day when people can actually tell me:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"So now you have no more school to attend to lah?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"This is the begining to the rest of your life wei.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-.-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Begining to the rest of my life? I understand the school thing but what the heck does that suppose to mean? I thought the rest of MY life started when I came to the world 19 years ago? But then again, I guess they mean well. Indeed I have been in the schooling system for 13 years so my life probably revolved around school and insane teachers. But enough about that, I will be posting about school when I receive pictures from lai mun. So in the mean time, Let me tell you about a journey. A journey into the room which is Stephanie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A long time ago, there was this room that belongs to Stephanie and Stephanie alone. She decided, after SPM, to choose to go to Form 6 and continue to be in the local education system and (hopefully) continue on tho the University. In efforts to do so, she got her hands on the best books money can buy and thus, filled up her shelf to the rim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275591613423176498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/STaqnwIeSzI/AAAAAAAAAHE/9KW4Mz7swjs/s200/100_0086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In addition to that, she decorated her walls with added info so that it could help her with her studies. She knew for a fact that Biology was hard to remember, so it was settled. Biology notes was gonna be up on the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275592605043036706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/STarheNEkiI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hvgsdVzLIgM/s200/100_0145_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Throughout the year, she tried her best to survive Form 6. After all, to be in Form 6, you are either insane or determined or even both. Days came to weeks and then months, and then D-day finally came. Many of the students were prepared to fight the hardest battle of their life. The battle was fought for about three weeks until this day arrived. The sigh of relief was heard around Stephanie's class and she was also relieved herself. So relieved that she even took a picture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275594384281407426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/STatJCYjj8I/AAAAAAAAAHU/Pyz8GhMzyuM/s200/100_0142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After all that is said and done, it was time to clear the books for she found out that she really did not like sciences langsung.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275595075107981506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/STatxP6ciMI/AAAAAAAAAHc/NViMhyOLYsA/s200/100_0147_00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh well...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-4995855798636723890?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/4995855798636723890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=4995855798636723890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/4995855798636723890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/4995855798636723890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2008/12/over-and-done.html' title='Over And Done!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/STaqnwIeSzI/AAAAAAAAAHE/9KW4Mz7swjs/s72-c/100_0086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-5009378881458756570</id><published>2008-11-28T11:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T11:38:53.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three More Days</title><content type='html'>Just three more days and I'm done!!So just a quick update, Math 2 was the most evilest paer of all. Despite getting 6 days to practise Math 2, it still found a way to bite me in the arse. But on the bright side,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATHS IS OVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more taking up subjects involving Maths like theese. Not that Partial Fraction or Trigonometry will do me any benefit in any situation whatsoever. I cant wait for the 3rd of December! I know I've been saying this a lot of times, but its true. Come next week will be all the objective papers and a 2nd chance at redeeming myself. By the way, I finally figured out what course I wanna take and its not what you may and may not think. That will be in the next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So till then,&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE MATHS!!LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-5009378881458756570?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/5009378881458756570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=5009378881458756570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/5009378881458756570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/5009378881458756570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2008/11/three-more-days.html' title='Three More Days'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-7350631396643318587</id><published>2008-11-23T15:33:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T22:36:42.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got a camera and I'm not afraid to gloat!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's right, you heard it right here.. I finally got a camera so now I can actually take photos without leeching on others. Yes!! So, what camera did I get for myself? Well, its a Kodak C813 model with a price range of RM500. It was quite worth it coz the salesman who sold it to me included a 2G memory card and cables linking from the camera to the cable....and what not lah...So for this post, Imma gonna do a little gloating about my FIRST digital camera. Yes, my first. See, I'm already 19 and I just got a camera. What is it with kids as young as six doing with headphone's more canggih than mine hah??For your info, I got my first handphone when I was 14 okay? The phone really bulky too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But I digress. So here is what my cam looks like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271756531957994114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SSkKooWzkoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/yXVdqw3WUnI/s200/camera.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271756877802771266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SSkK8wuoE0I/AAAAAAAAAG0/u66aAuVnjsM/s200/cam.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271757506576303490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SSkLhXF6xYI/AAAAAAAAAG8/-2BFxaZEXzk/s200/kodak_c813_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I so do not know who that boy is)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It has very easy to use functions with a lot of technical mumbo-jumbo I'm still trying to figure out. But I'm gonna bring it on the 3rd December to snap a few photos for you know, being the last day of the exams and all...oh wait, not for Tsing rite? yours ends the day after isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One more thing, I will be going to Penang on the 5th till the 8th or 9th of December. My dad can't stay that long in Penang so our vacation will be cut short. I believe Lemon's trip will be on the 10th so I apologise that we can't meet in Penang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Good news for Pei Li!!I can accompany her if she wants me too...can go shopping together...Let me know okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Till then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-7350631396643318587?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/7350631396643318587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=7350631396643318587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/7350631396643318587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/7350631396643318587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2008/11/ive-got-camera-and-im-not-afraid-to-use.html' title='I&apos;ve got a camera and I&apos;m not afraid to gloat!!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SSkKooWzkoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/yXVdqw3WUnI/s72-c/camera.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-6628695483437583689</id><published>2008-11-20T13:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T14:02:48.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a lil' bit further...</title><content type='html'>I apologise for laying dormant for some time. I had this thing called STPM to handle. But now, I have a little 6-day break and so here are some updates:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-PA was just as I expected; so TOTALLY UN-expected, that is.The 4 karangans were about eco-tourism, online services, wetlands and air pollution. The rest were okay until it reached the end were there were 2 carta aliran instead of the 1 jadual, 1 carta. I wouldn't say that I could not do it, but carta aliran was really not my forte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-Chemistry, well, its okay..not much calculation...(why did Peter Hong predicted buffer solution and partition coefficient? langsung tak ada leh...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-Maths 1 was the real killer with the last question about the bank savings shit where only a banker can answer it. Yeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- Biology...haha...is so stupid.There was absolutely no questions about any cycles or even genetic engineering...Instead, the were homeostasis in mammals and reptiles, diffusion, Michealis-Menten, classification of the ecosystem, along with irritating essay questions like thermodynamics, genetics, plant reproduction and other hateful questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well...I guess I have to redeem myself now at the objective questions and Maths 2. Then, on the 3rd December,I will be as free as a bird!!Wish me luck okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, I need to catch up on some zzzz for I really, really need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time for the final push...so till then..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-6628695483437583689?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/6628695483437583689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=6628695483437583689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/6628695483437583689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/6628695483437583689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-lil-bit-further.html' title='Just a lil&apos; bit further...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-3235168425091444732</id><published>2008-11-05T11:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T12:42:26.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ITS NOVEMBER ALRAEDY!!</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMGOMGOMG!!!Its November the 5th. STPM is so close you can almost feel the trauma. AND what have I been doing so far? Well, apart from studying, I have been irritatring everyone in my house. Pn Tan told me(my class) that we have the attention span of a kindergartener. And the worse part is, that I believe her. Or is it because every time she comes in, she speaks in this monotonous voice that puts everyone to sleep? Or the fact that her not-so-subtle sarcasm puts everyone off? Whatever the case is, I'm gonna blog on how to maximise attention spans:- The Stephanie way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Remove all forms of entertainment, especially the computer. I cant really do this being that the computer is in my room. But be sure you have some music going on. It relaxes everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Make sure that there is enough snacks in the room. If it works in Kasturi, it can work anywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Make sure there's enough sunlight (or artificial light) going around. Nobody likes to study in the dark. It makes 'em sleepy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265018740415773298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SREapi5BunI/AAAAAAAAAGM/-7_pN92Y5a4/s200/littlebitolight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;4. Location, location, location. You might need a good spot to study. A spot where you can be comfortable. NOT your bed ah! I tried it before. It never works. Always ended up in a deep slumber.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265021992223571202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SREdm00a_QI/AAAAAAAAAGU/NlRGXi7xuHA/s200/ComfortZone3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Last but not least, lower your emo-ness towards life. This sorta things brings about negative vibes. (Side note: Tyoriginal, stop fantasizing about Andy okay. But then again, apart from Hong Kiew, you both are his only two fans in Malaysia, rite? Just like how my dad is the only supporter of Wolverhampton Wanderers [ division 1 football club ] here.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265026861361791954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SREiCPxcA9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/TDRoHAKDhrU/s200/emo-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Results may vary*&lt;/em&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/7380007328913480461-3235168425091444732?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/3235168425091444732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=3235168425091444732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/3235168425091444732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/3235168425091444732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-november-alraedy.html' title='ITS NOVEMBER ALRAEDY!!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SREapi5BunI/AAAAAAAAAGM/-7_pN92Y5a4/s72-c/littlebitolight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-7123619972820902033</id><published>2008-10-30T22:48:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T00:01:48.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag-Take Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hi all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Before I start the tag, let me talk a bit about today. As everyone knows, STPM is really, really, really close. So close that the school is giving us a two-week study holiday. Do you know that as I'm typing this, I'm rejoicing the fact that I do not have to see "beloved" teachers and the idiotic, dungu-fied people in blue. Especially their leader. however, at the same time, I'm kinda worried sick that I'm not prepared enough to handle this exam. I have indeed, been studying but there is too much to handle, and the ironic thing is, that I'm only taking 4 freaking subjects! Surely I could have had help from the outside? By that I mean Kasturi, Seminars and of course, illegal tuition?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yeah, right. All they said was that and I quote,"The syllabus is too wide, so its hard to spot". Damn. Its back to square one again, which is compressing 4 subjects into one cranium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262963880197079330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SQnNw8DbwSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wImBd4G9rSg/s200/doraemon.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Stop frolicking and help me find a way to swallow notes lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Okay. Enough of self-indulgence. Lets move on. Tomorrow will be the last ever day in school as students! So There is gonna be a lot of cam-whoring and crying(god knows why) in about 9 hours time. Not gonna study then(Yeah!!).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Alright. Tag take two. Action!&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your name?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uhh...Stephanie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;2. Who is more important to you? Friends or boy/girlfriend?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Definitely friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;3. How often do you think of committing suicide?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't think I have reached that point of time. Life is too short. Why contemplate of making it shorter?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;4. Do you think you have enough confidence?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I do. Enough to carry myself, at least.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;5. How many babies you want? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somehow, I feel I cant exactly answer this question appropriately. I like a lot of kids. But when you think about it, I'm no freakin baby-making machine!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;6. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I suppose it depends on your mood, rite? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;7. What is your goal for this year?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Easy. 4.oo STPM 2008.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;8. Do you believe in eternity love? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No. Both parties have to work hard to ensure eternal love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;9. What's a perfect boyfriend like to you? (List 10) *listing from importance* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wow, 10? alrite. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a)funny. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;b)Respectful. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;c)Does not get green-eye(jealous) easily. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;d)Confident. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e)Stylish. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;f)Compatible on all levels. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;g)Drives a car(if not,how to go jalan-jalan?Take a bus ah?).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;h)So NOT a mummy's boy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i)Independent. and, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;j)Adequate cash (I said adequate, okay.)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;10. What feeling do you love most? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mostly positive feelings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;11. What are the requirements you wish from the other half? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Refer question 9.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;12. Is there anything you wanna tell the people you hate ? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I forgive, but I do NOT forget.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;13. Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of course. I value friendships till the end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;14. What does flying means to you? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Achieving the impossible. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;15. What do you crave for the most currently? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dunno why, but I feel like having a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I'll think I'll make one now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;16. Who's hotter? Chace Crawford or Kevin Peake?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since I've never seen both, Thy art shall not choose.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;17. Describe the person who tagged you in 5 words.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Future Dr. Wong Pei Li. Eh, when I'm sick and I go to you, got discount or not?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;18. What have you done to yourself that make you feel happy? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have made that sandwich and now, I'm blissfully eating it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;19. If time were to rewind, when will you want it to be?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right back to eating my sandwich. Yum.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;20. What are your fear(s)? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Any kind of insects. They are just gross.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Instructions:Tag 8 people. List them out at the end of the post. Notify them in their cbox that they've been tagged. Whoever does the tag will have blessings from all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No need lah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I think blogpost hates me. I cant seem to get the formatting right at all for this post.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-7123619972820902033?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/7123619972820902033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=7123619972820902033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/7123619972820902033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/7123619972820902033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2008/10/tag-take-two.html' title='Tag-Take Two'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SQnNw8DbwSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wImBd4G9rSg/s72-c/doraemon.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-9020585274959212773</id><published>2008-10-27T22:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T22:46:23.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterfly Kisses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SQXNWQp3sFI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/MkG1aQAqVu4/s1600-h/blog.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261837521963692114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SQXNWQp3sFI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/MkG1aQAqVu4/s200/blog.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I can't believe I actually have this. Being a new blogger and everything, I would not have expected to be nominated at all(CEH!!) . So, I would like to thank Pei Li, for nominating me for the award and also referring me as a "newbie". Makes me sound, ahem, younger. I wanna thank all the readers young and old(if there even is any) for spending the extra five minutes to read my blog. Although it ain't like Tsing's blog which garners a lot of readers per day, I still appreciate the support. So please keep reading and I will try my best to update it as often as possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who decide to accept this award, I would appreciate it if you could do the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Put the logo on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've done that already&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Add a link to the person who awarded you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay. I'll link you, Pei Li. And as for Tsing, give me a reason why I should do so. Then I'll consider.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Nominate 10 other blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't think I need to do that, being that everyone I know has been nominated. However, I would nominate &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://shirleyyelrihs.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shirley&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; for telling it as it is in her blog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Add links to those blogs on yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am doing it already. Don't have to rinse, lather and repeat okay...who comes up with these questions anyway??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Leave a message for your nominees on their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will do. Worry not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will do Pei Li's tag in next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, I will be updating the "Ponder on this now" section whenever I post a new blog. So keep an eye out for it okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-9020585274959212773?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/9020585274959212773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=9020585274959212773' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/9020585274959212773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/9020585274959212773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2008/10/butterfly-kisses.html' title='Butterfly Kisses'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SQXNWQp3sFI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/MkG1aQAqVu4/s72-c/blog.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-9169525417548137797</id><published>2008-10-22T22:41:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T23:38:28.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Tag</title><content type='html'>The last person to tag you is?&lt;br /&gt;Tsing-I'm-doing-this-thing-for-your-selfless-needs-Yie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What relationship do you have with him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Were classmates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your 5 impressions towards him/her.&lt;br /&gt;1-Obsessed&lt;br /&gt;2-Clueless&lt;br /&gt;3-Lovable at times(I cant believe I just said that...)&lt;br /&gt;4-Good listener&lt;br /&gt;5-Sarcastic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most memorable thing that he/she had done for you.&lt;br /&gt;She drives me to the pasar!!Now I don't have to walk all the way to the bus station, which can be quite tiring at times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most memorable thing that he/she has said to you.&lt;br /&gt;OMG Steph, that's a really bad joke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he/she becomes your lover, you will…&lt;br /&gt;That will be weird wont it? Besides, Sabahan will just flip, rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he/she becomes your enemy, you will..&lt;br /&gt;Not buy her any McFlurries...But then again, why would I wanna do that? Tsing and I are birds of a feather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he/she becomes your lover , he/she has to improve on..&lt;br /&gt;Her jokes..Especially the one about the banana...But MOST importantly, opt for a sex change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he/she becomes your enemy , the reason is...&lt;br /&gt;That she doesn't wash the vegetables before cooking...(Yes, Tsing, I have heard about that one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most desirable thing you want to do to him/her&lt;br /&gt;Organize a slumber party so that we can watch Astro all day...that's desirable, rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The overall impression of he/her&lt;br /&gt;I think that Tsing Yie is a fun girl to be with. Despite her flaws and inability to tell good jokes, she is the kind of person that can still laugh with you and not at you..(I feel like a kiss-up now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you think the people around you feel about you?&lt;br /&gt;I honestly do not know, but I feel that Im..uuh..friendly and warm perhaps? That I'm just what maybe the doctor ordered? (I am so full of myself right now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The character for yourself is?&lt;br /&gt;Patient...of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary , the thing you hate about yourself is?&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate myself. God made me this way for a purpose, so I'm gonna love it to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most ideal person you want to be is?&lt;br /&gt;Me and only me! (gloating gloating gloating)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick a loved one and say something about them&lt;br /&gt;My baby cousin Nadia. How can you not fall in love with her? She runs around the house screaming with this endless energy fueled by chocolates. Even at the age of 2+ you can be addicted to chocolates. And still be afraid of lizards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten people to tag&lt;br /&gt;If you have done it already, consider it null and void.&lt;br /&gt;1-Yee Wen&lt;br /&gt;2-Karumen Chan&lt;br /&gt;3-Pui Man&lt;br /&gt;4-Shirley&lt;br /&gt;5-Moon Ting&lt;br /&gt;6-Melissa Chong&lt;br /&gt;7-Carr Men&lt;br /&gt;8-Sarah Tan&lt;br /&gt;9-Dianne&lt;br /&gt;10-You who are reading this.(Okay, I don't know of anyone else, alrite?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice I only have one guy in this tag. This goes to show that most guys bottle up emotions. Or maybe I only know of a guy who has a blog. Okay, that's pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is no.2 having relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure being that she is 10564641 miles away from Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If no.7 and no.10 were to get together would it be a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;That would be sooo weird considering that it could be some random person on the other side. So I guess it wont be a good thing. Or will it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about no.5 and 8?&lt;br /&gt;Seriously? I don't think it might work. She might beat him up or something to the effect. (No offence!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is number 1 studying for?&lt;br /&gt;I know this. It has something to do with an American Degree Programme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you chatted with them?&lt;br /&gt;A while. A. whole. lot. while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is number 4 single?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about no.2.&lt;br /&gt;She's this artistic girl who would not do without her paintbrushes, pencil and paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I cant believe you made me do this Tsing. It took up so much of my time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-9169525417548137797?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/9169525417548137797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=9169525417548137797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/9169525417548137797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/9169525417548137797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-tag.html' title='First Tag'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-1339605063440062467</id><published>2008-10-20T11:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T11:51:33.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When it rains, it pours.</title><content type='html'>Only yesterday, I had just attended a 3-hour chemistry seminar in kasturi. With PH. Half an hour into the seminar, I sorta fell asleep. It wasn't a deep sleep okay, with the help of the neighbour sitting right next to me. Andthe one sitting next to her. I understand, you are a potential 4.00 Band 6 student but it wont kill just to shut your yap once in a while you know. And because of this stupid seat which I chose to sit on, some dude sitting in front of me was like what, 6 feet+ tall??So throughout the class I craned my neck but at the end opt to move my seat outwards. Haha. Take that, tall person. To top it all off, the class was held in KL 1 instead of KL 2. So you could imagine me walking all the way to KL2 just to retrace my steps back to KL1. It was a good thing it stopped raining or I would just flip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. That felt good. What else happened? Right. As you can see (or read), I'm not exactly in school today. Hey, I have a valid reason alrite? I came down with the flu. I felt horrible but nevertheless, it came as fast as it left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if yall want tips for the chemistry exam, well, i cant give it. Its not that I dont want to, but the teacher sorta predicted 3/4 of the syllabus. So you are better of studying hard on your own. I apologise gravely...However you could go to this website. Just click &lt;a href="http://edu.joshuatly.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I think its quite useful. There really is no telling what will and will not come out in the exam so just read them all and hope for the best..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-1339605063440062467?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/1339605063440062467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=1339605063440062467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/1339605063440062467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/1339605063440062467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-it-rains-it-pours.html' title='When it rains, it pours.'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-7233763420328570094</id><published>2008-10-17T11:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T12:26:50.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry for the delay</title><content type='html'>I know I said i was gonna blog on my family history but of late I have been involved in academic stuff(studying, that is) that I had not have the time to collect enough  about my history. So, it's sad to say that the genealogy line has to wait. I apologise for the ahem, technical difficulties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, moving along. A lot of things has been happening this month and I feel overwhelmed. Overwhelmed that instead of going to Petaling street once a week, I'm going there almost every single day. And for what? To hope that just maybe, I could secure a place in the U. Any U for that matter. And STPM is dawning nearer and nearer. And ironically I cant wait for it to be over. There is tons of thing I wanna do but has to be put on hold for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, all the Upper 6 students have now is about 30 days left. Some shorter. So you see, this is horrifying. But its a little too late to quit now rite? Oh well, wish me well then. By the way, Tsing is gonna take her speaking test next week so good luck. Band 6 or bust ok? Sarah, do update your blog once in a while. It is nice to be updated on the things happening in your life too, you know. Oh, and I have added a few blog links for your reading pleasures. I especially like the blog about this dog trainer so Pei Li, if you wanna read it, well, its there. You know what, I am actually getting good at this blog thingOne more thing. For the record, lemon is indeed Miss Universe. I called her lemon coz it sounds like her name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me, signing off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-7233763420328570094?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/7233763420328570094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=7233763420328570094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/7233763420328570094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/7233763420328570094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2008/10/sorry-for-delay.html' title='Sorry for the delay'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-6727723076601396567</id><published>2008-10-01T12:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T13:05:36.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy, did I ever...</title><content type='html'>Not much has been going on this past few days except for this Mathematics seminar on the 30th (who in the world does seminars on the eve of Raya??). Anyway I did go to the seminar and thus, forgoing illegal tuition (yes, I quit Illegal tuition fyi..)So there I was, sitting down quietly on my seat listening to my mp3 player anticipating the teacher arriving in a few minutes. While waiting, a brief monologue comes to mind:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, what if this teacher is so damn garang that instead of learning Mathematics, I'm learning on how to deal with his anger management? or worse, what if this teacher speaks so softly no one can hear him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds really stupid rite? Well, to be honest, I always have this thoughts before ANY teacher comes in to class, ever since I stepped into the realm of education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough of that. So, the teacher came in, AND he was NOT what I imagined him to be. Thank goodness for that. He started teaching, and the first thing I noticed was that he likes to use the words "excuse me". Because of that, lemon and I started making bets (no, they do not involve McFlurries ty). I said that he would say at least 50 "excuse me" by the end of the class. Lemon disagreed. So by the end of the 2hour 45 minute class, I lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;102 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"excuse me" within the time frame. Wait, let me rephrase that again, AT LEAST 102 of those within the time frame. So Lemon won the bet hands down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this post is not that interesting this time but if you don't know me that well, then its hard to understand me. A lot of little things get to me, like poor service, rude people and individuals who talk to soft. That's just the beginning. The list can go on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go now. Oh, by the way, Moon Thing, if you are reading this, my next blog will be about my family tree. See, I don't break promises.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-6727723076601396567?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/6727723076601396567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=6727723076601396567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/6727723076601396567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/6727723076601396567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2008/10/boy-did-i-ever.html' title='Boy, did I ever...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-5726775412511313831</id><published>2008-09-26T14:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T16:21:13.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updated</title><content type='html'>Hey all..&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry for the lack of updates. It has been an eventful week. Especially the part that we have to complete the borang pencalonan nonsense. Before, I was told that this borang things were done by the teachers. Now it has to be done by the students themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, so lazy kah??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what needs to be done is already completed except my sidang redaksi thing. You know why? Because the brilliant guru penasihat will only sign it if my class teacher signs the paper first. What is so hard about putting your bloody signature on the paper and we will both be happy about it? Huh? Now, I have to wait for this raya holidays to get my class teacher to sign it AND then consider what type of cert to give (for those who are not familiar with this, there are three types of certs. Gold, Silver and Biasa. So depending on how involved you are in your extra curricular activities, the teacher will suggest the type of cert to give.). Its very frustrating to this rubbish and not concentrate on my studies you know. A lot of free time were spent on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels good to let it out of my chest. Oh, something happened today that was totally unexpected (well, to me it was). As Lemon and I were completing some stuff for our teacher, Mr. Wong came in and started talking to her (our teacher) about something that we weren't paying attention to. then suddenly, another teacher came in and started commenting regarding something else (like I said, not paying attention) and our teacher and Mr. Wong laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I repeat,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mr Wong laughed.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Then he high-fived my teacher. Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Lemon and I could do was be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/stunned/lilmissbri94/stunned.gif?o=12" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i288.photobucket.com/albums/ll192/lilmissbri94/stunned.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I never knew he had this ability to show any emotion whatsoever. Like somehow someone has blocked his "emotion sensors" in his brain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;By the way, my handphone is alive now. My number is still retained and you can call or text-message me anytime. Just don't be surprised when i ask who you are alrite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Got to go now. Books are awaiting..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-5726775412511313831?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/5726775412511313831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=5726775412511313831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/5726775412511313831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/5726775412511313831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2008/09/hey-all.html' title='Updated'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-4965892515913849651</id><published>2008-09-13T17:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T18:53:18.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aww heck.</title><content type='html'>I know I said that I wont be posting anything till my trials are over, but, I have to do this. I need closure. No, nobody died, its just that my cellphone has gone for a little travel...without me. Yup, for the first (and hopefully last) time in my life, I lost my cellphone. It slipped out of my pocket and the rest, well is history. And my dad really gave it to me on the reasons why I should be more responsible and yada yada yada. Look, its not like I lost my wallet(not intending to) or anything. But then again, I probably deserved it anyway. Now I will be changing to a new number(duh!) and I will try my best to inform everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. The closure that I genuinely need. Now that's behind me, let's move on. The exams were, well..NOT going as expected. I'm trying real hard to do well and a lot of things are just not going my way. Let's start with Pengajian Am. The essays were so hard to understand. The question was about globalisation and the effects of political turmoil. How do you come up with an essay about that in 35 minutes?Oh, the objective questions were not easy too, you know,what's this about the Iskandar Project? How to answer wei? Next. Chemistry. I couldn't finish the written paper so thats 15 marks gone (ouch, ouch, ouch). The objective was okay, considering its from past year's paper. Maths T paper 2 was crazy tough man. But I guess thats what you get from an ahem, crazy man. Biology. HAHAHA. Pn. Lai so conned all of us. She told us that there would be more questions on Volume 2 of the book, so we studied like hell just to find out that 3/4 of the paper was  from Volume 1. So Lower 6 Bio stuednts, beware. Not everything is what it seems. Quite frankly, this is NOT the first time it happened. Next tests to come will be Bio 1 and Maths T paper1. Well see what happens then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing. Because of this trials, I totally forgot that it was my friend's birthday on the 11th of Sept. So, I just wanna say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/belated%20birthday/KatWill1226/Happy-Belated-Birthday-14.gif?o=39" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h137/KatWill1226/Happy-Belated-Birthday-14.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So sparkly!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, one more thing, can anyone tell me how to resize a picture form photobucket? I mean, its nice and all, but sometimes its just too big..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-4965892515913849651?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/4965892515913849651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=4965892515913849651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/4965892515913849651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/4965892515913849651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2008/09/aww-heck.html' title='Aww heck.'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-5728150903054492586</id><published>2008-09-05T12:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T13:43:10.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What,so soon?</title><content type='html'>This will be the last post for now till the trials are over. So, it means I will be in hibernation for about, 2 weeks? Let's see, what happened thus far. I went for another study group in tyoriginal's house for chemistry and then to McD for lunch with McD cupons. During that time, I found out that not all McDelivery teams are that hyped up to deliver food in the rain. LOL. Anyway, right now I have to go and diligently study until late while my parents go out for dinner in a 5-star hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/why/fly_boy42/why.png?o=3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a116/fly_boy42/why.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well, I suppose I have to wait then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-5728150903054492586?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/5728150903054492586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=5728150903054492586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/5728150903054492586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/5728150903054492586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2008/09/whatso-soon.html' title='What,so soon?'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-221046478572713253</id><published>2008-08-29T16:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T22:46:33.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of absent-mindedness and Independence</title><content type='html'>Me coming to school today was totally unnecessary. But because my ex-MUET teacher said that there was gonna be a speaking test today, I had to drag myself up at 6-ish just to go to school, just to find out that the test was postponed to next Tuesday. Damn potonglah this woman. And guess what, this is not the first time it had happen before. Prehaps you are wondering about the forgetfulness part and how is it connected to today's post. Well, let me shed some light on it just for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all began on Wednesday. My sources told me that there was gonna be an MPM chem and physics test on Thursday. So there was a bit of a frenzy amongst my classmates and so some chose to ponteng on that day. Some of them(and that includes me) decided to come and just tembak our way through the test. After all we are not gonna get it back anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where it gets interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of arranging tables and force-feeding chem notes, she comes in telling the whole class that there is no exam after all. Turns out the letter she received was for the batch of 2007...and all we could do was stare at her as how she found reason not to see the date on the letter. I don't know about the rest, but I was seriously, seriously irritated about this. How can you NOT check the letter properly ESPECIALLY the date?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the independence part, I happen to find this advertisement really nice. Its about muhibbah-nism through carpooling. Nice concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/laj_t66iWic&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/laj_t66iWic&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slán(that's Irish Galeic for goodbye pronounced "slawn") for now. Got to find a way to remember cell-mediated response of immunity in humans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-221046478572713253?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/221046478572713253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=221046478572713253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/221046478572713253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/221046478572713253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2008/08/of-absent-mindedness-and-independence.html' title='Of absent-mindedness and Independence'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-2900920374494673902</id><published>2008-08-25T11:25:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T12:48:52.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Beijing, Hello London</title><content type='html'>The Olympics has come to an end and what did we learn so far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jamaica has the fastest sprinters in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SLIoahnUQgI/AAAAAAAAABk/yGRRH5c7Dlo/s1600-h/jamaica+women.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SLIoahnUQgI/AAAAAAAAABk/yGRRH5c7Dlo/s320/jamaica+women.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238293752750293506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SLInZY3WbOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ifoh1YZRwEU/s1600-h/jamaica.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SLInZY3WbOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ifoh1YZRwEU/s320/jamaica.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238292633710128354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SLI3nCacukI/AAAAAAAAAC8/M4w-bairvXc/s1600-h/usain.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SLI3nCacukI/AAAAAAAAAC8/M4w-bairvXc/s320/usain.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238310460387539522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SLI3590VW4I/AAAAAAAAADE/zmQvfF74UGE/s1600-h/usain+100m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SLI3590VW4I/AAAAAAAAADE/zmQvfF74UGE/s320/usain+100m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238310785571445634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(You wanna know something? I have a sneaky feeling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Usain&lt;/span&gt; did not even try as hard for the 100m sprint)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Matthias Steiner is the strongest man in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SLIrIdg6s4I/AAAAAAAAACU/lrhr402Muxg/s1600-h/matthias+stener.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SLIrIdg6s4I/AAAAAAAAACU/lrhr402Muxg/s320/matthias+stener.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238296740946948994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(He lifted a total of 461 kg to win the gold for his late wife. Now isn't that sweet?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Michael Phelps is the fastest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;swimmer&lt;/span&gt; in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SLI5HfLUfhI/AAAAAAAAADU/qEenVvQ6Kfc/s1600-h/phelps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SLI5HfLUfhI/AAAAAAAAADU/qEenVvQ6Kfc/s320/phelps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238312117376155154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SLI5HUwKXYI/AAAAAAAAADc/r0V7K3RpLPU/s1600-h/michael+phelps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SLI5HUwKXYI/AAAAAAAAADc/r0V7K3RpLPU/s320/michael+phelps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238312114577890690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SLI43p13BpI/AAAAAAAAADM/bsdhmVavlcg/s1600-h/phelps+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SLI43p13BpI/AAAAAAAAADM/bsdhmVavlcg/s320/phelps+1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238311845361026706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(My dad has this theory that he is half man, half fish. I don't care. He has 8 gold medals, 7 or 8 world records and a seriously HOT body to top it all off. I mean, don't you just wanna rip his towel off his body?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantasies just remain fantasies, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to put more but I'm a little lazy to do so. Anyway, moving on, I watched last night's closing ceremony and personally it lacked in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lustre&lt;/span&gt; as compared to the opening ceremony. But I guess that's how they wanted it to be-simple. During the ceremony, i caught a glimpse on the next Olympics in London (Quick fact: Did you know London has hosted the event twice already? One is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; 1908 and the other 1948) It looked to be quite fun with David &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Beckham&lt;/span&gt; making a special as well as Leona Lewis and Jimmy Paige from Led &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Zepplin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SLI0laMCrhI/AAAAAAAAAC0/fFR8H4kiza0/s1600-h/london+2012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SLI0laMCrhI/AAAAAAAAAC0/fFR8H4kiza0/s320/london+2012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238307133874941458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(One of the guy's managed to catch this football that was kicked by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Beckham&lt;/span&gt; himself. So Lucky!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously speaking, from my point of view, I really wonder how is it going to be as good as the 2008 Beijing Olympics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, I missed school today. Turns out my cellphone ran out of battery in the middle of the night and hence, shutting off my alarm and causing me to fall asleep(not that i care, really).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go now, need to study...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sayonara&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-2900920374494673902?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/2900920374494673902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=2900920374494673902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/2900920374494673902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/2900920374494673902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2008/08/goodbye-beijing-hello-london.html' title='Goodbye Beijing, Hello London'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SLIoahnUQgI/AAAAAAAAABk/yGRRH5c7Dlo/s72-c/jamaica+women.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-1730265619091832467</id><published>2008-08-20T19:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T20:11:10.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Far, So Good</title><content type='html'>Today, we had a group study session at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tyoriginal's&lt;/span&gt; house today. To be frank, I actually benefited from this session, unlike my previous study group/sleepover in a friend's house a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;looong&lt;/span&gt; time ago(no offence, pl). We discussed one of our most hatred subjects-maths for today. So, there we were (lemon, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yl&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ty&lt;/span&gt; and me) trying our best to finish answering question after question. You would have thought that we did a lot of questions but in actual fact, we accomplished 10 questions in the space of 3 hours+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cemerlang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wei&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, we DID fulfill what we came here for. Honestly, I was not a believer for group study things. I believed that one will concentrate better when one is focusing without any distractions. Maybe it was past experience (again, no offence) but I'm glad that this has changed my perception. So thanks, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;kawan&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;kawanku&lt;/span&gt; for this. Now we have arranged for another group study and this time its CHEMISTRY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random note, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lm&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;yl&lt;/span&gt; found out about this blog, one of my good friend has a girlfriend which he NEVER told me about and I had just found out that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ty&lt;/span&gt; has this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;terbilang&lt;/span&gt; theory that you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; need to wash vegetables when steamboat-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Suprise&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;suprise&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-1730265619091832467?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/1730265619091832467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=1730265619091832467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/1730265619091832467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/1730265619091832467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-far-so-good.html' title='So Far, So Good'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380007328913480461.post-5491004156968232201</id><published>2008-08-16T11:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T11:35:32.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympic Barcelona 1992 Opening Ceremony  - Flaming Arrow`</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/0vyLmkOesOE' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/0vyLmkOesOE'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mind you, the archer is a paralympic&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380007328913480461-5491004156968232201?l=stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/feeds/5491004156968232201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380007328913480461&amp;postID=5491004156968232201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/5491004156968232201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380007328913480461/posts/default/5491004156968232201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanie-rodrigues.blogspot.com/2008/08/olympic-barcelona-1992-opening-ceremony_16.html' title='Olympic Barcelona 1992 Opening Ceremony  - Flaming Arrow`'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934213236114327968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XiM5L7JehjY/SnPh2jlZ38I/AAAAAAAAAJo/eNnbqMYCVkk/S220/imawesome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
