<?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-3141748068360757193</id><updated>2011-07-31T00:33:32.455+10:00</updated><title type='text'>the Chapter of Our Lives</title><subtitle type='html'>Food. Living. Destinations. Life. People. Gossip</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amanda Choong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02731026681486225754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3k3w_AMSOI/AAAAAAAAABA/2Qa3LtxFhF0/S220/DSC00302.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3141748068360757193.post-6454030695030824971</id><published>2008-12-25T23:55:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T00:57:30.002+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Random trip to Tebrau, Johor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just to let you know, we only spent 2 hours in Tebrau, walking around the mall window shopping and head back for dinner and my aunt's place after that. So don't expect much. Tebrau (Johor) is surprisingly quite developed compared to the other Johor areas I have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVOHodo2IyI/AAAAAAAABYE/vJdYDFyKOfc/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVOHodo2IyI/AAAAAAAABYE/vJdYDFyKOfc/s320/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283715917056189218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A beautiful sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Two main reasons for this post: (1) I am sick from all the traveling, bored &amp;amp; restless at home and I have too much time in my pocket to dispense (2) I got quite a few good pictures and I wish to share them, and also to share an interesting "observation".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVOHon6rxSI/AAAAAAAABYM/aMjj_Y8Zl6o/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVOHon6rxSI/AAAAAAAABYM/aMjj_Y8Zl6o/s320/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283715919815361826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Jusco Mega Mall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From the outside, the Jusco Mall in Tebrau is huge! It is almost as big as 1-Utama in Damansara. It's really new, nice and big! I will just let the following pictures speak for themselves instead of rambling unnecessarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVOGfajlGlI/AAAAAAAABXs/ykkAczzYQSM/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVOGfajlGlI/AAAAAAAABXs/ykkAczzYQSM/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283714662098344530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amanda &amp;amp; myself at the only corner which was decorated with Christmassy items&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVOGe7aZq7I/AAAAAAAABXk/ZU_HSKB-z8U/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVOGe7aZq7I/AAAAAAAABXk/ZU_HSKB-z8U/s320/4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283714653738347442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Look into the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVOGeokoVOI/AAAAAAAABXc/frmSjitiyVs/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVOGeokoVOI/AAAAAAAABXc/frmSjitiyVs/s320/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283714648680977634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The walkway of the Mega Mall. Pretty and spacious isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now here's the interesting "observation" that I mentioned earlier on. The guys here carry hand-bags! OMG! Look, no offense, I do not have anything against handbags, it's just that I am pretty comfortable with girls holding them. But guys??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not exactly a "handbag" but it is more of a "document bag" kind of thing which are meant for guys. Don't jump to any blind conclusion that I am a sexist, but isn't it a little... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;gheyyy?&lt;/span&gt; Remember the episode when Joey Tribianni donned a handbag? That's the point that I am trying to get to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVOGh4SM-OI/AAAAAAAABX8/A3MROH4COuc/s1600-h/7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVOGh4SM-OI/AAAAAAAABX8/A3MROH4COuc/s320/7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283714704438261986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A group of teens. Look closely and you can observe that 3 out of 5 of them are actually carrying man-handbags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVOGfpvGDII/AAAAAAAABX0/RFDbclVHBpg/s1600-h/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVOGfpvGDII/AAAAAAAABX0/RFDbclVHBpg/s320/6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283714666173172866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A guy in one of the shops, carrying his backpack and also a handbag. Note: His GF was already holding one of hers, so that pretty white bag MUST be HIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lastly, maybe this is the current "fashion statement" in the teyes of guys here. I respect that. But seriously..... come-on...... I mean.... What's wrong with you guys?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3141748068360757193-6454030695030824971?l=amandagene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/feeds/6454030695030824971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3141748068360757193&amp;postID=6454030695030824971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/6454030695030824971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/6454030695030824971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/2008/12/random-trip-to-tebrau-johor.html' title='Random trip to Tebrau, Johor'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824727628026938263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVOcnaDft_I/AAAAAAAABYU/GQd8IAYMrjs/S220/DSC01235.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVOHodo2IyI/AAAAAAAABYE/vJdYDFyKOfc/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3141748068360757193.post-5462209505242213740</id><published>2008-12-25T17:01:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T19:45:50.428+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye On Malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVMvLKsPSUI/AAAAAAAABWs/I0s0F08xU4Q/s1600-h/DSC00952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVMvLKsPSUI/AAAAAAAABWs/I0s0F08xU4Q/s320/DSC00952.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283618656730696002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The view of the Ferris-wheel from the Melaka Raya Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Malacca - the historical city; commonly associated with very old buildings from the colonial times, chicken rice balls, Jonker Wall, A' Famosa and Baba Nyonya, there is now a new landmark which we Malaccans are proud to present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVMvLs_oznI/AAAAAAAABW0/LIbiEym3lKs/s1600-h/DSC00967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVMvLs_oznI/AAAAAAAABW0/LIbiEym3lKs/s320/DSC00967.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283618665938865778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVMvM4Ap6CI/AAAAAAAABXM/x05mwWKet4o/s1600-h/DSC01066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVMvM4Ap6CI/AAAAAAAABXM/x05mwWKet4o/s320/DSC01066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283618686075791394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The night view of the walk in front of the Eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVNGx1D-z0I/AAAAAAAABXU/XMXBYGAQcRk/s1600-h/DSC01044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVNGx1D-z0I/AAAAAAAABXU/XMXBYGAQcRk/s320/DSC01044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283644609707036482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A bird's eye view of the walk leading to the Eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Eye on Malaysia, a 60 meters Ferris wheel which was previously installed at Titiwangsa Lake, Kuala Lumpur has made it's way to Malacca. As you guys know, the Eye on Malaysia was probably inspired by the London Eye &amp;amp; the Singapore Flyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVMnt1FkYiI/AAAAAAAABWc/rbPaSyJMqrs/s1600-h/DSC01067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVMnt1FkYiI/AAAAAAAABWc/rbPaSyJMqrs/s320/DSC01067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283610456133755426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is the gondola which I got on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVMvMYlLjrI/AAAAAAAABXE/njOuUw6egHw/s1600-h/DSC01005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVMvMYlLjrI/AAAAAAAABXE/njOuUw6egHw/s320/DSC01005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283618677639057074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the gondola 60 meters above the ground. An eagle's eye view of Malacca City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The wheel has 42 gondolas (which my Aunt counted while we were waiting at the foot of the wheel). To my knowledge, it was unveiled in conjuction with the Visit Malaysia Year 2007. However, it has made it's way to Malacca, which is a pretty good thing for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malacca is now less boring and we now have more stuffs for tourists to do, other than eating and snapping pictures of old buildings. It also provides Malaccans another nice place to take a stroll, as it is pretty scenic and windy both during the day and night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVMvMLtHz3I/AAAAAAAABW8/VnXwHgCyM6o/s1600-h/DSC00975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVMvMLtHz3I/AAAAAAAABW8/VnXwHgCyM6o/s320/DSC00975.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283618674182705010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The 60 meters Ferris-wheel now decorates the sky of Malacca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVMntdfQwrI/AAAAAAAABWM/vd1X01o5XyI/s1600-h/DSC01055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVMntdfQwrI/AAAAAAAABWM/vd1X01o5XyI/s320/DSC01055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283610449799070386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The shot that I got right under the whole structure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Admission fee is RM 10 for adults and RM 5 for chidren. However, the stated prices are double for non-Malaysians. We had a 24 minutes ride in the air-conditioned gondola (around 4 complete rotations).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sight was awesome as we saw how bright Malacca city was at night. However, I believe that the view during day time would be better as one could see both land and sea at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVMnudY_YfI/AAAAAAAABWk/WaKcTwMlaTY/s1600-h/DSC01069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVMnudY_YfI/AAAAAAAABWk/WaKcTwMlaTY/s320/DSC01069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283610466952634866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The Eye on Malaysia - heaps of people were there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVMntjtmPtI/AAAAAAAABWU/EZ1BOd3YDm4/s1600-h/DSC01061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVMntjtmPtI/AAAAAAAABWU/EZ1BOd3YDm4/s320/DSC01061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283610451469811410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amanda &amp;amp; myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Please note however, as the Eye is still "new", the 4 hectre piece of land around it is still under construction. Drivers do take extra care as the parking lot is quite messy with loose stones on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To travellers who are interested, take note. Do arrange your visit to the Eye in a group, or else you would be crammed with 4 other random people, which may be quite awkard to see each other in a small gondola. Also, try going in groups of 5 (6 maximum). I have heard of complains where they crammed up to 8 passengers in one tiny gondola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, if you do have motion sickness and a fear for heights, good news and bad news. The good news: a good and fun way to overcome your fear. The bad news: if you move a little in the gondola, it "rocks"!&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/3141748068360757193-5462209505242213740?l=amandagene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/feeds/5462209505242213740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3141748068360757193&amp;postID=5462209505242213740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/5462209505242213740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/5462209505242213740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/2008/12/eye-on-malaysia.html' title='Eye On Malaysia'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824727628026938263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVOcnaDft_I/AAAAAAAABYU/GQd8IAYMrjs/S220/DSC01235.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVMvLKsPSUI/AAAAAAAABWs/I0s0F08xU4Q/s72-c/DSC00952.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3141748068360757193.post-6534499770964236420</id><published>2008-12-12T00:34:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T01:43:35.068+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A rainy day - A good day to test my new baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The long awaited pictures! Well, don't expect much from me as I still new to my DSLR. It is so much different from a normal digital camera. These were the ones I took during and after the rain earlier this evening. And to keep this blog alive during the holidays (before it dies again next year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SUEkHzD-nRI/AAAAAAAAA8s/KvIebuLGzCM/s1600-h/DSC00456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SUEkHzD-nRI/AAAAAAAAA8s/KvIebuLGzCM/s320/DSC00456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278539954639510802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A reflection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SUEkHaAAKtI/AAAAAAAAA8k/nn-iQAySssQ/s1600-h/DSC00449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SUEkHaAAKtI/AAAAAAAAA8k/nn-iQAySssQ/s320/DSC00449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278539947911949010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I tried capturing the droplet of water when it was about to fall off, but I am still new to DSLRs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SUEkHEHVxhI/AAAAAAAAA8c/L1cskA7L_Gk/s1600-h/DSC00417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SUEkHEHVxhI/AAAAAAAAA8c/L1cskA7L_Gk/s320/DSC00417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278539942037145106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SUEkGu5R0CI/AAAAAAAAA8U/Vsf_s_3qACc/s1600-h/DSC00414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SUEkGu5R0CI/AAAAAAAAA8U/Vsf_s_3qACc/s320/DSC00414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278539936341020706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The extremely heavy rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SUEkGI6vhwI/AAAAAAAAA8M/VIxNFd1APeI/s1600-h/DSC00413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SUEkGI6vhwI/AAAAAAAAA8M/VIxNFd1APeI/s320/DSC00413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278539926146615042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heavy downpour. I think this 40 minutes rainfall pours more water than a year's rainfall in Canberra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SUEfiKSYrzI/AAAAAAAAA8E/CJbS8yKjm_0/s1600-h/DSC00477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SUEfiKSYrzI/AAAAAAAAA8E/CJbS8yKjm_0/s320/DSC00477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278534909992415026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Fresh droplets on a green leaf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SUEfhgmt-MI/AAAAAAAAA78/9FaOlkYjMzM/s1600-h/DSC00475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SUEfhgmt-MI/AAAAAAAAA78/9FaOlkYjMzM/s320/DSC00475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278534898803407042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moments before falling off the leaf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SUEfeo8ztCI/AAAAAAAAA70/2dINexioSwk/s1600-h/DSC00473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SUEfeo8ztCI/AAAAAAAAA70/2dINexioSwk/s320/DSC00473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278534849503933474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A heavy rain which subsided into a drizzle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SUEfeM1uVzI/AAAAAAAAA7s/swLLSzS9Z7I/s1600-h/DSC00471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SUEfeM1uVzI/AAAAAAAAA7s/swLLSzS9Z7I/s320/DSC00471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278534841958029106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I like this picture. Droplets on the windscreen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SUEfd7ny52I/AAAAAAAAA7k/rdM44NhdA1Q/s1600-h/DSC00461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SUEfd7ny52I/AAAAAAAAA7k/rdM44NhdA1Q/s320/DSC00461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278534837336205154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a id="publishButton" class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&amp;quot;ubtn-disabled&amp;quot;) == -1) {var e = document['stuffform'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonOuter"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonMiddle"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonInner"&gt;Publish Post&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Falling droplets from the roof-top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3141748068360757193-6534499770964236420?l=amandagene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/feeds/6534499770964236420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3141748068360757193&amp;postID=6534499770964236420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/6534499770964236420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/6534499770964236420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/2008/12/rainy-day-good-day-to-test-my-new-baby.html' title='A rainy day - A good day to test my new baby!'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824727628026938263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVOcnaDft_I/AAAAAAAABYU/GQd8IAYMrjs/S220/DSC01235.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SUEkHzD-nRI/AAAAAAAAA8s/KvIebuLGzCM/s72-c/DSC00456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3141748068360757193.post-3695618944525389583</id><published>2008-12-11T01:22:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:26:56.762+11:00</updated><title type='text'>What Uncle A said to Uncle B</title><content type='html'>The following scene was what I have witnessed between two old men in a restaurant yesterday night. I found it pretty humorous, from the way they were talking. Before I begin, let me draw a little diagram to explain our positions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/ST_VVNuZtZI/AAAAAAAAA7c/l91KOGQyCPo/s1600-h/Uncle+Uncle.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/ST_VVNuZtZI/AAAAAAAAA7c/l91KOGQyCPo/s320/Uncle+Uncle.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278171848739763602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Red Dot - Uncle A&lt;br /&gt;Blue Dot - Uncle B&lt;br /&gt;X - Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that annoyed me was that they were seating so far away! It was quite irritating at first that they were treating the place like their own coffee-shop. Like all uncles in Malaysia, they talked rather loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I listened to their conversation, it became funnier by the minute. You can have a look for yourself in the following video clip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4070ddaf3e41a393" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4070ddaf3e41a393%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331051746%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8428384B094416CA68053CF0BC63E3143698C30D.DA8AAECC90CD1E50CEC8C191B395B1FFA50EB9A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4070ddaf3e41a393%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlEJNkNuFRQ93Th5nSZtz0uTNMxk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4070ddaf3e41a393%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331051746%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8428384B094416CA68053CF0BC63E3143698C30D.DA8AAECC90CD1E50CEC8C191B395B1FFA50EB9A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4070ddaf3e41a393%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlEJNkNuFRQ93Th5nSZtz0uTNMxk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle A was doing most of the talking. He was so energetic! I can't stop smiling looking at his hand movements and actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary, Uncle B was like, "Owh, really arh?" and from his facial expressions, it was like "wah lao, I want to relax and eat properly also cannot! Cha si lang!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation between them? I think it went something like this (from the moment when I started to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ke-poh&lt;/span&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uncle A:&lt;/span&gt; The other day I went jogging at Bukit China. Very healthy la these few days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle B: &lt;/span&gt;Good for you! But I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boh-lat&lt;/span&gt; la. Run a bit I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chuan&lt;/span&gt; already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle A: &lt;/span&gt;Cannot like that. Must do work out sometimes. When you old already, you don't do work out not good for health. You fall sick easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uncle B:&lt;/span&gt; Sure or not? Later work out too hard fall sick how? Knee pain la, ankle pain la. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Macam-macam&lt;/span&gt; later also kena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uncle A:&lt;/span&gt; Aiya, won't one. We so old already nothing to do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ai-tong tampok la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uncle B:&lt;/span&gt; (Nods head, maybe he was tired of talking to Uncle A already)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uncle A:&lt;/span&gt; The other time I took bus to Penang join some marathon. The bus ah, take 6 hours to reach there. bla bla bla bla bla.... (this was where I got sick of listening to him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uncle B:&lt;/span&gt; Hey my food is here already! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wa chiak seng&lt;/span&gt; arh! Paiseh paiseh (In fact, he was relieved that he can at least have a moment of peace)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uncle A:&lt;/span&gt; Ok ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On the side note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I pity these two old gentlemen a little. They do not have anyone to accompany them. I do see how old men like him gets lonely. Perhaps his wife had passed away. Perhaps his children are living a life on their own now. Where else can he go to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, the reason why he was being so talkative was that he wants to  share his experience, to express his feelings. I mean, who else can he tell these things to? His children? If I were him, I will certainly want to talk to people around me more, to make myself feel that I am somehow still connected to this world, that I can still relate to people well. And it is much better than being quiet at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for myself, as far as I can remember, I always had people around me at all times; friends and family and my dear. It really makes me appreciate the people and company that I have. And it is really, really good to know that I am not lonely.&lt;br /&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/3141748068360757193-3695618944525389583?l=amandagene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4070ddaf3e41a393&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/feeds/3695618944525389583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3141748068360757193&amp;postID=3695618944525389583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/3695618944525389583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/3695618944525389583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-uncle-said-to-uncle-b.html' title='What Uncle A said to Uncle B'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824727628026938263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVOcnaDft_I/AAAAAAAABYU/GQd8IAYMrjs/S220/DSC01235.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/ST_VVNuZtZI/AAAAAAAAA7c/l91KOGQyCPo/s72-c/Uncle+Uncle.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3141748068360757193.post-8356266424591457002</id><published>2008-09-22T13:17:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T13:30:06.606+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Why God allows the feeling of pain?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SNcQKdkQ8dI/AAAAAAAAA5s/XlEBrJbRnqc/s1600-h/DSC06611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SNcQKdkQ8dI/AAAAAAAAA5s/XlEBrJbRnqc/s320/DSC06611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248681662645072338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is like droplets of water sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut and his beard trimmed.&lt;br /&gt;As the barber began to work, they began to have a good conversation.&lt;br /&gt;They talked about so many things and various subjects.&lt;br /&gt;When they eventually touched on the subject of God, the barber said:&lt;br /&gt;'I don't believe God exists.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Why do you say that?' asked the customer.&lt;br /&gt;'Well, you just have to go out in the street to realize that God doesn't exist. Tell me, if God exists, would there be so many sick people? Would there be abandoned children? If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain. I can't imagine a loving God who would allow all of these things.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The customer thought for a moment, but didn't respond because he didn't want to start an argument. The barber finished his job and the customer left the shop.&lt;br /&gt;Just after he left the barbershop, he saw a man in the street with long, stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed beard. He looked dirty and unkempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The customer turned back and entered the barber shop again and he said to the barber:&lt;br /&gt;'You know what? Barbers don't exist!'&lt;br /&gt;'How can you say that?' asked the surprised barber.&lt;br /&gt;'I am here, and I am a barber. I just worked on you!'&lt;br /&gt;'NO!' the customer exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;'Barbers don't exist because if they did, there would be no people with dirty long hair and untrimmed beards, like that man outside.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ah, but barbers DO exist! That's what happens when people do not come to me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Exactly!' affirmed the customer. 'That's the point! God, too, DOES exist! That's what happens when people do not go to Him and don't look to Him for help. That's why there's so much pain and sufferings in the world.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3141748068360757193-8356266424591457002?l=amandagene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/feeds/8356266424591457002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3141748068360757193&amp;postID=8356266424591457002' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/8356266424591457002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/8356266424591457002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-god-allows-feeling-of-pain.html' title='Why God allows the feeling of pain?'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824727628026938263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVOcnaDft_I/AAAAAAAABYU/GQd8IAYMrjs/S220/DSC01235.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SNcQKdkQ8dI/AAAAAAAAA5s/XlEBrJbRnqc/s72-c/DSC06611.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3141748068360757193.post-4419879379869504388</id><published>2008-09-21T21:55:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T22:48:34.744+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Flash back - Are you an emo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4TjQu50EPI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3lhX5m30FCA/s1600-h/emo%2Btoilet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153493750226620658" style="" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4TjQu50EPI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3lhX5m30FCA/s320/emo%2Btoilet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, we know that "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;-es" are another type of people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When you are sad and you complain about how wrong things are around you, people around you may call you an "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To those who does not know the real term, it is not the abbreviation of "emotional". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4TjQu50EQI/AAAAAAAAAKE/6QX6ASD3HHk/s1600-h/EmoSquared.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153493750226620674" style="" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4TjQu50EQI/AAAAAAAAAKE/6QX6ASD3HHk/s320/EmoSquared.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E = mo squared. An overworked Einstein resorts to be an "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4TjQ-50ERI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Rc0LlXJKUHk/s1600-h/emo_kids_suck___by_c_t_supahfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153493754521587986" style="" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4TjQ-50ERI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Rc0LlXJKUHk/s320/emo_kids_suck___by_c_t_supahfly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Emo&lt;/span&gt;: Punk music on estrogen and a reason for boys to act like girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not really explain the historical and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;politically&lt;/span&gt; correct usage of "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;", but what rather interests me is the fashion and stereotypes of people branded as "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;-es".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;" is associated with males and females who: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wears tight jeans (preferably dark)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have long fringes brushed to one side of the face or over one or both eyes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4TlI-50EVI/AAAAAAAAAKs/NcJ9LBuZws8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153495816105890130" style="" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4TlI-50EVI/AAAAAAAAAKs/NcJ9LBuZws8/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4TlIu50ETI/AAAAAAAAAKc/9SOrFXHaAzk/s1600-h/1144397995_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153495811810922802" style="" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4TlIu50ETI/AAAAAAAAAKc/9SOrFXHaAzk/s320/1144397995_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Emo&lt;/span&gt; hairstyles for guys. Never fails to attract "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;" chicks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dyed black and straight hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4Tp2-50EXI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ZZuJqk16HNI/s1600-h/z23748147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153501004426383730" style="" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4Tp2-50EXI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ZZuJqk16HNI/s320/z23748147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4Tp2-50EWI/AAAAAAAAAK0/YSkvj8Whr-E/s1600-h/Cassy--large-msg-117970253545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153501004426383714" style="" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4Tp2-50EWI/AAAAAAAAAK0/YSkvj8Whr-E/s320/Cassy--large-msg-117970253545.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Emo&lt;/span&gt; hairstyles for girls. Into it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Think rimmed glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153506553524130306" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4Tu5-50EgI/AAAAAAAAAME/hkSpXywT1I0/s320/emoglasses_Full.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4T1F-50EkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/oc6hNQhndWY/s1600-h/emo+warning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153513356752327234" style="" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4T1F-50EkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/oc6hNQhndWY/s200/emo+warning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes sir! Black = &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Emo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;In the recent year, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;" according to the eyes of the media, has been associated with a stereotype that includes being emotional, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;sensitive&lt;/span&gt;, shy and introverted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are even sometimes compared with mental anxieties and disorders such as depression, self-injury and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;suicide&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Emos&lt;/span&gt; hate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;themselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Goths hate everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Emos&lt;/span&gt; want to kill themselves &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Goths want to kill everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quoted by &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/author.php?author=Chelsea+Lewis"&gt;Chelsea Lewis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4T1Fu50EjI/AAAAAAAAAMc/rNMGgiL1yWQ/s1600-h/emo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153513352457359922" style="" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4T1Fu50EjI/AAAAAAAAAMc/rNMGgiL1yWQ/s200/emo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153513352457359906" style="" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4T1Fu50EiI/AAAAAAAAAMU/K3XDLw-99S4/s200/emo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Emo&lt;/span&gt;-es" are know for being sad all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4T1Fe50EhI/AAAAAAAAAMM/3LkZaTUgMxA/s1600-h/become_EMO__by_BellZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153513348162392594" style="" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4T1Fe50EhI/AAAAAAAAAMM/3LkZaTUgMxA/s200/become_EMO__by_BellZ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4T1F-50ElI/AAAAAAAAAMs/tsXJd6chXhk/s1600-h/Emo%2520Kid%252001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153513356752327250" style="" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4T1F-50ElI/AAAAAAAAAMs/tsXJd6chXhk/s200/Emo%2520Kid%252001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Dude, I'm sad, I feel like cutting myself*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I hope that I have at least cleared up the meaning of "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;". It is a popular trend nowadays, which may be detrimental to the society (due to the mental disorders and anxieties).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;However, if you just want to dress as one I really do hope that the above pictures and examples could be useful.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The most &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;common definition of the word "EMO" is.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;When everything seems to go wrong, they will spend a lot of time unneccessarily picking about their mistakes, other people's mistakes, how the world can be a better place, how they could have changed that world, how other people can change their world, etc etc etc. The list goes on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SNY-2_WcZiI/AAAAAAAAA5U/nyUerBXL0TE/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SNY-2_WcZiI/AAAAAAAAA5U/nyUerBXL0TE/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248451530186319394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't be a little pussy! Meow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Honestly speaking, I can be an emo myself? When my results are bad or when I just wake up from the wrong side of the bed, I will just be a glum the whole entire day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;The best solution that I have found? Grow up! I have become matured (slightly more matured, if you think I am boasting) in my thoughts. I don't have a STD - Self Transmitted Depression. I get over things fast. Follow the Joker guys! Why so SerIouSsssSsss?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SNZAF7HV3pI/AAAAAAAAA5c/LazLfn2NEIA/s1600-h/WhySoSerious.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SNZAF7HV3pI/AAAAAAAAA5c/LazLfn2NEIA/s320/WhySoSerious.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248452886258900626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life may not be a joke, but why so serious?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So fellas out there, do you think you're an emo? If so, which type are you - A fashionistic self styler as an emo punk rocker? Or a glum sour grape who moans all day long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You decide. As for now, I'm drinking some eno, the best solution to dissolve extra "emo-ness" left in my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SNZBY4vlB5I/AAAAAAAAA5k/lg84PHADsFE/s1600-h/eno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SNZBY4vlB5I/AAAAAAAAA5k/lg84PHADsFE/s320/eno.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248454311551502226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Eno : Available at your nearest pharmacist. A cure all of emo-ness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;For the original post, please visit &lt;a href="http://amandagene.blogspot.com/2008/01/todays-feature-are-you-emo.html"&gt;http://amandagene.blogspot.com/2008/01/todays-feature-are-you-emo.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3141748068360757193-4419879379869504388?l=amandagene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/feeds/4419879379869504388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3141748068360757193&amp;postID=4419879379869504388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/4419879379869504388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/4419879379869504388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/2008/09/flash-back-are-you-emo.html' title='Flash back - Are you an emo?'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824727628026938263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVOcnaDft_I/AAAAAAAABYU/GQd8IAYMrjs/S220/DSC01235.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4TjQu50EPI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3lhX5m30FCA/s72-c/emo%2Btoilet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3141748068360757193.post-5765043237077053772</id><published>2008-04-15T00:23:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T00:28:01.139+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging stops here - For the mean time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SANpkI43egI/AAAAAAAAA1k/POMlny1gqkU/s1600-h/DSC04774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SANpkI43egI/AAAAAAAAA1k/POMlny1gqkU/s400/DSC04774.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189107265243150850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This blog is temporarily out of order due to maintenance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the readers who frequent my blog, I am sorry to say there won't me any posts from the 15th to the 22nd of April as Amanda and myself will be in Melbourne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT - We'll definitely be back with more pictures, stories and news! So stay TUNED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S - But if Eddie (our kind friend who is willing to let us crash over his place) allows us to use his computer, we'll definitely upload some stuffs if we can.&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/3141748068360757193-5765043237077053772?l=amandagene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/feeds/5765043237077053772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3141748068360757193&amp;postID=5765043237077053772' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/5765043237077053772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/5765043237077053772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/2008/04/blogging-stops-here-for-mean-time.html' title='Blogging stops here - For the mean time'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824727628026938263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVOcnaDft_I/AAAAAAAABYU/GQd8IAYMrjs/S220/DSC01235.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SANpkI43egI/AAAAAAAAA1k/POMlny1gqkU/s72-c/DSC04774.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3141748068360757193.post-6699136405422270679</id><published>2008-04-13T22:24:00.009+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T23:16:18.412+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life - In Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SAH9H443eXI/AAAAAAAAA0c/WqR3DcgIVDw/s1600-h/DSC05624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SAH9H443eXI/AAAAAAAAA0c/WqR3DcgIVDw/s400/DSC05624.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188706557679335794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With the presence of my family, everything is provided for. Life is like a straight smooth road ahead of me where the directions were already planned. I can just choose to sit back and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SAH9Ho43eWI/AAAAAAAAA0U/owJYg_3FtOU/s1600-h/DSC05701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SAH9Ho43eWI/AAAAAAAAA0U/owJYg_3FtOU/s400/DSC05701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188706553384368482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With them around, I am but a child. I fear naught a single thing when they hold my hand, not even in the face of danger or waves of troubles to come. For they are my parents and my whole world lives because of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Troublesome thoughts of a young adult - ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SAH8S443eVI/AAAAAAAAA0M/1GEdXkLZFPQ/s1600-h/DSC05705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SAH8S443eVI/AAAAAAAAA0M/1GEdXkLZFPQ/s400/DSC05705.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188705647146269010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I used to be a lonely individual. Standing in the open  space watching crowds of people pass by as time flies. The world is cloudy and gloomy and compared to everyone, I was just a tiny being with no potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SAH9II43eYI/AAAAAAAAA0k/vWXfgYH63ko/s1600-h/DSC04124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SAH9II43eYI/AAAAAAAAA0k/vWXfgYH63ko/s400/DSC04124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188706561974303106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I used to think that I was just a normal person, an average, a mediocre. Life is like a coffee bean, where I was not unique. I seem to be like many others, trying to fit in becoming what others want me to become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SAH94o43ecI/AAAAAAAAA1E/zWcaRGP1fng/s1600-h/DSC01261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SAH94o43ecI/AAAAAAAAA1E/zWcaRGP1fng/s400/DSC01261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188707395197958594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Life, back then was like an eternal sun-set. Everything was cold and becoming dark with not much ahead of me. No hope. No dreams. No life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;A new hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SAH94Y43ebI/AAAAAAAAA08/21NbsWZdBXc/s1600-h/DSC01282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SAH94Y43ebI/AAAAAAAAA08/21NbsWZdBXc/s400/DSC01282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188707390902991282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The power of prayers never cease to amaze me. It gave me courage. It gave me strength. It gave me hope. All I had to do is to believe, try and fight for things that matters to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SAH9IY43eZI/AAAAAAAAA0s/Qb2FGg2NmjY/s1600-h/DSC04058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SAH9IY43eZI/AAAAAAAAA0s/Qb2FGg2NmjY/s400/DSC04058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188706566269270418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To me, prayers are like bridges, where it will bring you across troubled waters and to places where you can never imagine to be. And if you work hard enough, it will be and expressway bridge. (=P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A dreamer. A fighter. An achiever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SAH9Io43eaI/AAAAAAAAA00/PZFnxWoiBMw/s1600-h/DSC01390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SAH9Io43eaI/AAAAAAAAA00/PZFnxWoiBMw/s400/DSC01390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188706570564237730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;People say dreams give you the idea, hope to give you strength and courage the wings to fly. It is true. My dreams and goals in life will one day come true and with the support of my family and friends, I am already sailing through the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SAH95I43edI/AAAAAAAAA1M/Kr38E18FjNs/s1600-h/DSC01230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SAH95I43edI/AAAAAAAAA1M/Kr38E18FjNs/s400/DSC01230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188707403787893202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I believe I can leave footprints in the lives of many. I believe that every thing I put my hands in, my earnest effort and solid strength in it will be achieved. I want to be a history maker where any mark I left behind will be always there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SAH8R443eRI/AAAAAAAAAzs/diOzyAK8-xc/s1600-h/P1020061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SAH8R443eRI/AAAAAAAAAzs/diOzyAK8-xc/s400/P1020061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188705629966399762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;People say rainbows are meant to be up in the sky but if I can touch them within my bare hands, then I SAY that rainbows can be made and dreams can be a reality. I am a fighter, I am believer, I am an achiever with the right goals and motivation in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;How I deal with a bad day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SAH8SI43eSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/3aX0u50-hao/s1600-h/DSCN4741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SAH8SI43eSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/3aX0u50-hao/s400/DSCN4741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188705634261367074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. Smile. The most affectionate gesture that a human can offer to another in almost every circumstances - in grief, joy, sympathy, romance, etc. It lifts the day of another while it brightens yours. So why not put on a smiling face today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SAH8SY43eTI/AAAAAAAAAz8/oiWJ5vp6sTk/s1600-h/DSCN4603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SAH8SY43eTI/AAAAAAAAAz8/oiWJ5vp6sTk/s400/DSCN4603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188705638556334386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2. Love - I do not hate the hardships I face, nor the people who are difficult to handle. I try to learn and understand the things that I do not understand. And if all fails, well, at least I tried my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SAIFXI43efI/AAAAAAAAA1c/tc3PAEusSZg/s1600-h/DSC06197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SAIFXI43efI/AAAAAAAAA1c/tc3PAEusSZg/s400/DSC06197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188715615765363186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. Persevere - Like the wood-chopper, a goal can never be reached without perseverance. Tumultuous times call for the right balance of effort, self esteem and hard-work. All of these - to be at the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S - 1) Dear mum and dad, I miss you guys very much. Hope you guys are doing well back home. Thank you for the support although I may complain to you guys a LOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2) Dearest Amanda - thank you for the times where you stood by me when I am weak or to cheer for me when I am strong. You are one of my prayers answered - a lover, a girl-friend, a best-friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3141748068360757193-6699136405422270679?l=amandagene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/feeds/6699136405422270679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3141748068360757193&amp;postID=6699136405422270679' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/6699136405422270679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/6699136405422270679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-life-in-pictures.html' title='My Life - In Pictures'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824727628026938263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVOcnaDft_I/AAAAAAAABYU/GQd8IAYMrjs/S220/DSC01235.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SAH9H443eXI/AAAAAAAAA0c/WqR3DcgIVDw/s72-c/DSC05624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3141748068360757193.post-4754123837308417710</id><published>2008-04-12T12:50:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T13:33:38.203+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Orange creme caramel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SAAo69wG0_I/AAAAAAAAAzU/nftVv2bGbe0/s1600-h/DSC06936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SAAo69wG0_I/AAAAAAAAAzU/nftVv2bGbe0/s400/DSC06936.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188191764204671986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Orange creme caramel - Note the different shades of it due to the caramel. Splendid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a refreshing and elegant dessert that can be prepared a day before if you wish. It is perfect in making an ideal sweet finish to a dinner party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparation time : 25 minutes + 4 hours chilling&lt;br /&gt;Total cooking time : 55 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes 6 (when using 125 ml ramekins or 2 when using 400 ml ramekins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;220 g caster sugar&lt;br /&gt;500 ml milk&lt;br /&gt;1/2 vanilla pod, split &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lengthways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grated rind of 1 orange&lt;br /&gt;3 eggs, beaten&lt;br /&gt;2 egg yolks&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp of orange essence (or 1 tsp orange flower water)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Preheat the oven to 150 C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SAArFtwG1AI/AAAAAAAAAzc/8LzkYop5uDg/s1600-h/DSC06926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SAArFtwG1AI/AAAAAAAAAzc/8LzkYop5uDg/s400/DSC06926.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188194147911521282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Always have another pan of cold water at the side of the stove to prevent the caramel from overcooking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SAArF9wG1BI/AAAAAAAAAzk/Cj1O6LpF5pE/s1600-h/DSC06928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SAArF9wG1BI/AAAAAAAAAzk/Cj1O6LpF5pE/s400/DSC06928.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188194152206488594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When the caramel is boiling, remove it and dip the pot into the cold water. This is to prevent the caramel from drying up and crystallising. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Prepare caramel using 90 g of the sugar and a tablespoon of water. After the caramel has stopped cooking, pour into six 125 ml ramekins. Tip a little to coat the sides and bottom of the ramekins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Bring the milk, vanilla pod and orange rind to boil slowly in a small pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. In a bowl, whisk together the eggs, egg yolks, remaining sugar and the orange essence until creamy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Whisk in the boiling milk and pour through a sieve into a jug, discarding the vanilla pod and orange rind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SAAo5twG09I/AAAAAAAAAzE/iz6IM0v2Afw/s1600-h/DSC06931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SAAo5twG09I/AAAAAAAAAzE/iz6IM0v2Afw/s400/DSC06931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188191742729835474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The ramekins made it easy to gauge the level of water need to filled in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Pour the mixture onto the caramel in the ramekins and place them in a roasting tin. Fill the tin with hot water a third of the way up the ramekins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SAAo6dwG0-I/AAAAAAAAAzM/H5dBsw3AVdE/s1600-h/DSC06932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SAAo6dwG0-I/AAAAAAAAAzM/H5dBsw3AVdE/s400/DSC06932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188191755614737378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the oven at 150 C. Fan bake option.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Bake for about 30 - 35 minutes (until it is not jiggly or no liquid comes out when you poke it with a wooden stick). If you are using large ramekins bake for 50 - 55 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Remove the ramekins from the roasting tin and chill for at least 4 hours or overnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. To serve, run the blade of a palette knife around the edge of each orange creme, then place the center of a dessert plate over the ramekin and invert onto the plate. When you lift the ramekins off, the liquid caramel will run over the dessert beautifully. (Do it very carefully)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3141748068360757193-4754123837308417710?l=amandagene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/feeds/4754123837308417710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3141748068360757193&amp;postID=4754123837308417710' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/4754123837308417710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/4754123837308417710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/2008/04/orange-creme-caramel.html' title='Orange creme caramel'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824727628026938263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVOcnaDft_I/AAAAAAAABYU/GQd8IAYMrjs/S220/DSC01235.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SAAo69wG0_I/AAAAAAAAAzU/nftVv2bGbe0/s72-c/DSC06936.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3141748068360757193.post-8388563179073012897</id><published>2008-04-09T00:11:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T00:35:15.648+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss Malaysia [Part II] - S.H.O.P.P.I.N.G!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Although &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Canberra is not a pretty bad place to live in (to some, it's almost synonymous to the word - BORING), one could feel that it is not quite like home -&lt;/span&gt; MALAYSIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_r5pM6AXJI/AAAAAAAAAxk/t9w7SoyQzl4/s1600-h/DSC04349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_r5pM6AXJI/AAAAAAAAAxk/t9w7SoyQzl4/s400/DSC04349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186732407105019026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The highway - on the way to &lt;/span&gt;Pavilion&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to feel the busy-bustling city life sometimes! Even Malacca feels livelier than Canberra! I really miss the part where cars love speeding on the highways (especially when they highlight you from the rear or show "interesting" hand language)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess being in a more civilized place (not implying that all Malaysians are uncivilized) means less interesting scenes can be experience when you are traveling on the roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_r5ps6AXKI/AAAAAAAAAxs/SknPXEBMnt4/s1600-h/DSC04351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_r5ps6AXKI/AAAAAAAAAxs/SknPXEBMnt4/s400/DSC04351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186732415694953634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kuala Lumpur - Petronas Twin Towers. Home is where the heart is (excluding the hot-humid weather there)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the tall building in Kuala Lumpur. The sight of tall buildings around you just makes you feel that "Yes, there is some life going on here. It's not a dead town" when you are a third year student in Canberra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wonder (along with everyone else here in ANU) why the Australian Government made Canberra as the Capital of the whole country and the tallest building in the whole state is no taller than the Equatorial Hotel in Malacca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of all (although it may sound politically incorrect as I am a guy), I miss shopping! Canberra Mall is no where near to the shopping malls in Malaysia. Now I know why Aussies flock all the way to Singapore and Malaysia to shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some mega-malls that I really miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Pavilion Kuala Lumpur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_r5p86AXLI/AAAAAAAAAx0/e38Uc8KcDlM/s1600-h/DSC04356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_r5p86AXLI/AAAAAAAAAx0/e38Uc8KcDlM/s400/DSC04356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186732419989920946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The deco in Pavilion - Elegant, classy and sophisticated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_r4X86AXEI/AAAAAAAAAw8/-GuSSXbDPH8/s1600-h/DSC04362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_r4X86AXEI/AAAAAAAAAw8/-GuSSXbDPH8/s400/DSC04362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186731011240647746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The podium set up for the Christmas celebration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysian shopaholics are jumping in the air with joy when this baby was built. The whole building was built on the ground of the ex-Bukit Bintang Girls School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 million sq. feet of land = pure shopping pleasure. It was a RM 3 billion project that consist of luxury residences, offices, a 6-star boutique hotel, a business class hotel along with a retail frontage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_r4Yc6AXGI/AAAAAAAAAxM/g1NO7Zl0lVk/s1600-h/DSC04358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_r4Yc6AXGI/AAAAAAAAAxM/g1NO7Zl0lVk/s400/DSC04358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186731019830582370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;One can tell how well the building is designed by having a glimpse of how the escalators are arranged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_r4Ys6AXHI/AAAAAAAAAxU/0CMmp7KOCuc/s1600-h/DSC04359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_r4Ys6AXHI/AAAAAAAAAxU/0CMmp7KOCuc/s400/DSC04359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186731024125549682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The top floor of the shopping area - look at how big and wide the whole place is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, Esprit has a store spreading over 3 levels. Other famous names that can be found here are Hermes, Montblanc, Escada, Salvatore Ferragamo, Hugo Boss, Coach, Burberry and Versace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing important. The prices here are extravagant to the average consumer like myself. I went in one outlet to look at the price of a suit (as I needed one) Guess how much it is? RM 9999! Even the shop assistant was shocked reading that price to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you are pretty rich or just want to splurge, this place is certainly the place for you. If you are like me, well, there is a term called "window-shopping". =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;One-Utama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_r3O86AW_I/AAAAAAAAAwU/PjWlFZc0Vx0/s1600-h/DSC04384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_r3O86AW_I/AAAAAAAAAwU/PjWlFZc0Vx0/s400/DSC04384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186729757110197234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The view of the Christmas deco here in 1-U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_r3Pc6AXAI/AAAAAAAAAwc/uxZoJb0le_o/s1600-h/DSC04387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_r3Pc6AXAI/AAAAAAAAAwc/uxZoJb0le_o/s400/DSC04387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186729765700131842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The multi-story building is the place where you want to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With over 5 million sq ft of land, 1 Utama is definitely an international shopping and entertainment ground. Besides having designer clothing, it has other brand names that are more affordable. (Compared to Pavilion Kuala Lumpur, a lot CHEAPER!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place is the mecca for events and lifestyle shopping. The shops here (in my opinion) mostly revolves around fashion, i.e. clothing, make-up, accessories, etc. They do have home-living shops as well where one can find nice furniture, home sound-stereos and D-I-Y equipment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_r3Ps6AXBI/AAAAAAAAAwk/1ryBgHNbIBM/s1600-h/DSC04388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_r3Ps6AXBI/AAAAAAAAAwk/1ryBgHNbIBM/s400/DSC04388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186729769995099154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A close up shot on the deco - I like this shot a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_r3Qc6AXDI/AAAAAAAAAw0/E0iYjJdm0Lc/s1600-h/DSC04393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_r3Qc6AXDI/AAAAAAAAAw0/E0iYjJdm0Lc/s400/DSC04393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186729782880001074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The bird's eye view of the main area of 1-U where the Christmas deco was voted as the best for year 2007 (I think)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among all the shopping centers up in KL, 1-Utama is my favourite. Why? It has a simple name: 1-U. Even cool shopping advertisements can be put up. U-1 go shopping? Go to 1-U! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I know I am lame sometimes..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Mid-Valley Megamall &amp;amp; the Gardens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_r8Oc6AXNI/AAAAAAAAAyE/8Av1Yair4GM/s1600-h/DSC04432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_r8Oc6AXNI/AAAAAAAAAyE/8Av1Yair4GM/s400/DSC04432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186735246078401746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dating in Mid-Valley - One thing I like best about Malaysia, NO UNI = NO ST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;RESS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_r93s6AXSI/AAAAAAAAAys/E0432JVHVFU/s1600-h/DSC04412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_r93s6AXSI/AAAAAAAAAys/E0432JVHVFU/s400/DSC04412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186737054259633442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Christmas deco in the Center Court of Mid Valley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Last but not least, Mid Valley is one of my favorite shopping places in Malaysia. With 4.5 million sq feet of land, it holds more than 450 stores in its five floors. Like 1-Utama, it caters to the mid-high income group although they do have expensive brands as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part about Mid-Valley is that our friendly KTM has a stop there as well, which is good for students. Other than that, it is a good hang out place as it is near residential areas like Bangsar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_r94c6AXUI/AAAAAAAAAy8/wKtes2X-tE8/s1600-h/DSC04453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_r94c6AXUI/AAAAAAAAAy8/wKtes2X-tE8/s400/DSC04453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186737067144535362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One of the "Chimneys" in the Gardens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_r8Os6AXOI/AAAAAAAAAyM/PReVVM3xkSE/s1600-h/DSC04439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_r8Os6AXOI/AAAAAAAAAyM/PReVVM3xkSE/s400/DSC04439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186735250373369058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Again, the complexity of the design of walk-ways between isles is one thing I love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_r8Pc6AXRI/AAAAAAAAAyk/6HmzzAiK4W8/s1600-h/DSC04445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_r8Pc6AXRI/AAAAAAAAAyk/6HmzzAiK4W8/s400/DSC04445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186735263258270994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My darling - along the isle of the new Gardens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The Gardens is an extension of Mid-Valley, where it is connected through a bridge and an underground passage way (from the basement floor where all the fast-food joints are).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like Pavilion Kuala Lumpur where it caters to the higher-income consumers. You can really see the contrast between the shoppers in the Garden and in Mid-Valley, in their fashion sense, attire and spending power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all for now, for those who are in Malaysia, LUCKY YOU! For those who are not or visitors to my country, this would be a good place for you to shop =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3141748068360757193-8388563179073012897?l=amandagene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/feeds/8388563179073012897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3141748068360757193&amp;postID=8388563179073012897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/8388563179073012897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/8388563179073012897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-miss-malaysia-part-ii-shopping.html' title='I miss Malaysia [Part II] - S.H.O.P.P.I.N.G!!!!!'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824727628026938263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVOcnaDft_I/AAAAAAAABYU/GQd8IAYMrjs/S220/DSC01235.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_r5pM6AXJI/AAAAAAAAAxk/t9w7SoyQzl4/s72-c/DSC04349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3141748068360757193.post-7250020457533871677</id><published>2008-04-07T22:29:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T01:13:36.201+10:00</updated><title type='text'>W-O-R-D-S or S-W-O-R-D?</title><content type='html'>I came across this thing once a long time ago (in some forwarded mail thread). It's pretty witty actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One has either too much time in one's hand or even perhaps extremely deadly in Scrabble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;PRINCESS DIANA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;END IS A CAR SPIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;DORMITORY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;DIRTY ROOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;ASTRONOMER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;MOON STARER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;DESPERATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;A ROPE ENDS IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, the best one here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;MOTHER-IN-LAW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;WOMAN HITLER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Have fun reading it and if you want, try making your own words up! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p.s - My mum kept on saying to me on MSN, "Eh, it's the letter I emailed to you one laaaa". So she deserves the credit here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_o54M6AW-I/AAAAAAAAAwM/gFebyNPvRVI/s1600-h/DSC05660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_o54M6AW-I/AAAAAAAAAwM/gFebyNPvRVI/s400/DSC05660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186521558570523618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3141748068360757193-7250020457533871677?l=amandagene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/feeds/7250020457533871677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3141748068360757193&amp;postID=7250020457533871677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/7250020457533871677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/7250020457533871677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/2008/04/w-o-r-d-s-or-s-w-o-r-d.html' title='W-O-R-D-S or S-W-O-R-D?'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824727628026938263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVOcnaDft_I/AAAAAAAABYU/GQd8IAYMrjs/S220/DSC01235.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_o54M6AW-I/AAAAAAAAAwM/gFebyNPvRVI/s72-c/DSC05660.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3141748068360757193.post-5135621221459971591</id><published>2008-04-07T09:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T16:06:24.909+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sky Fire 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;A note before you read: This is a pretty long post - not in terms of words but pictures. I have decided not to stack too many pictures together as I would rather you guys viewing the pictures as large as they can. They are indeed beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Occasion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sky Fire is an annual fireworks show held over Lake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Burley&lt;/span&gt; Griffin here in Canberra. This occasion began in 1988. The fireworks display are arranged by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pyrotechnicians&lt;/span&gt; are synchronised to the music played.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is usually held in February or March. This year, it was held on the 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of March 2008. It had been estimated that more than 18 000 people turned out to see Sky Fire 2008.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-2LvM6AVqI/AAAAAAAAAlo/YMgkwBq9fJ4/s1600-h/DSC06385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-2LvM6AVqI/AAAAAAAAAlo/YMgkwBq9fJ4/s400/DSC06385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182952389207938722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The gang - on a picnic by the lake (approx. 5.55pm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-2Lvc6AVrI/AAAAAAAAAlw/9ajBB0BzPsI/s1600-h/DSC06402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-2Lvc6AVrI/AAAAAAAAAlw/9ajBB0BzPsI/s400/DSC06402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182952393502906034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The majestic view of people under the Australian flag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;The Sights, Sounds and Smell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the display of fireworks, they had parachuters, WWII airplanes, helicopters and speedboats on display. They had a live performance as well. Overall, it was all in great fun hanging out together with friends and loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did we prepare for the Sky Fire? Bring lots of chips and fizzy drinks! A mat or a picnic rug will be extremely useful &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(unless you want feel little pricks of sharp grass on your but). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Light alcohol would nice if you have a chiller with you to keep your booze cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-2Lvs6AVsI/AAAAAAAAAl4/u-L-AgA4Q5w/s1600-h/DSC06405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-2Lvs6AVsI/AAAAAAAAAl4/u-L-AgA4Q5w/s400/DSC06405.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182952397797873346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chilling - with snacks, fizzy drinks and chit-chatting away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-2LwM6AVtI/AAAAAAAAAmA/8StRizir7uA/s1600-h/DSC06406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-2LwM6AVtI/AAAAAAAAAmA/8StRizir7uA/s400/DSC06406.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182952406387807954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;A bottle of Japanese beer on a hot day - Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having your snacks ready and drinks by your side, just sit back and guzzle everything down like a true-blue Malaysian. It was a fine day and it was pretty nice just lying down on the grass looking at the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 6.45 p.m the crowd was already piling up. The locals were sitting down on their picnic chairs and a hat that any Aussie would wear. There more airplane stunt performances and parachuters decorated the sky with colored smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-2Lwc6AVuI/AAAAAAAAAmI/p5jHhmjPHWo/s1600-h/DSC06417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-2Lwc6AVuI/AAAAAAAAAmI/p5jHhmjPHWo/s400/DSC06417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182952410682775266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The crowd in front of us - facing the stage in the middle were a live was held&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-2KCM6AVlI/AAAAAAAAAlA/s9gfgLRaRBU/s1600-h/DSC06421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-2KCM6AVlI/AAAAAAAAAlA/s9gfgLRaRBU/s400/DSC06421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182950516602197586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;When up in the air, planes are like dreams of men - they soar up high above us when our feet are on the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-2KCc6AVmI/AAAAAAAAAlI/a8-6twuoW9A/s1600-h/DSC06423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-2KCc6AVmI/AAAAAAAAAlI/a8-6twuoW9A/s400/DSC06423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182950520897164898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Burley&lt;/span&gt; Griffin - the view of it during sunset took my breath away.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind was pretty strong at time, thus the parachuters were falling way too fast even with their parachutes all opened up. Luckily they did not land on the ground but into the lake instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a walk with Amanda as well around the place as it was her first time attending a Sky Fire event. Here are the sights that we saw:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-2KC86AVnI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/cP-b7gLPkG8/s1600-h/DSC06430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-2KC86AVnI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/cP-b7gLPkG8/s400/DSC06430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182950529487099506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Parachuters&lt;/span&gt; soaring high above us - with crazily strong winds prove to be quite dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-2KDM6AVoI/AAAAAAAAAlY/rmfvhkiZRL8/s1600-h/DSC06433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-2KDM6AVoI/AAAAAAAAAlY/rmfvhkiZRL8/s400/DSC06433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182950533782066818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The public toilets available - quite interesting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The toilets were quite interesting actually. I really wonder where had all the waste magically disappeared to. Apparently you have to press a button a few times to flush the toilet as well as when you want to wash your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mind you, the sight inside the toilet was not at all pleasant to see. Actually, dirty toilets are almost a part of any country (like Malaysia). It was a worthwhile experience though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-2KDc6AVpI/AAAAAAAAAlg/bk3NNDW9g1A/s1600-h/DSC06434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-2KDc6AVpI/AAAAAAAAAlg/bk3NNDW9g1A/s400/DSC06434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182950538077034130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The moon - in broad daylight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-2Ijs6AVgI/AAAAAAAAAkY/JmbmXBEwYZc/s1600-h/DSC06435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-2Ijs6AVgI/AAAAAAAAAkY/JmbmXBEwYZc/s400/DSC06435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182948893104559618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The car of the Radio  D.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Js&lt;/span&gt;' - sporty and funky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-2Ij86AVhI/AAAAAAAAAkg/ZaZQQv5MgKk/s1600-h/DSC06436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-2Ij86AVhI/AAAAAAAAAkg/ZaZQQv5MgKk/s400/DSC06436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182948897399526930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My darling posing a cute smirk on her face - instead of a hot pose that models do. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Merry People from ANU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at about 7.45 p.m the sky was about to turn night (it was still like summer that time, where it was warm and the sun sets pretty late)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see the smiles and funny faces of my group. Yes, I can assure you that we have not turn ourselves into boring nerds when you associate us with ANU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-2IkM6AViI/AAAAAAAAAko/NIcc1A-NrDk/s1600-h/DSC06462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-2IkM6AViI/AAAAAAAAAko/NIcc1A-NrDk/s400/DSC06462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182948901694494242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The full crowd has arrived! And the sky's getting dark as well (approx. 7.55 p.m.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-2Iks6AVjI/AAAAAAAAAkw/zefwxccHRdE/s1600-h/DSC06471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-2Iks6AVjI/AAAAAAAAAkw/zefwxccHRdE/s400/DSC06471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182948910284428850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;We were having fun with sparklers as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-2Ik86AVkI/AAAAAAAAAk4/LGUKQCqldLc/s1600-h/DSC06479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-2Ik86AVkI/AAAAAAAAAk4/LGUKQCqldLc/s400/DSC06479.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182948914579396162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The one and only girl in my heart and myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;And the SKY FIRE 2008!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally the moment that we all have been waiting for, SKY FIRE 2008!! I have posted only the selected pictures from what I have taken, so enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-2HfM6AVbI/AAAAAAAAAjw/d5SaC62X7gI/s1600-h/DSC06477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-2HfM6AVbI/AAAAAAAAAjw/d5SaC62X7gI/s400/DSC06477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182947716283520434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moments before the start of the fireworks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-2Hfc6AVcI/AAAAAAAAAj4/JUz0ie2yJmk/s1600-h/DSC06480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-2Hfc6AVcI/AAAAAAAAAj4/JUz0ie2yJmk/s400/DSC06480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182947720578487746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;B.L.A.S.T. O.F.F!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-2Hf86AVdI/AAAAAAAAAkA/nwPp-I3UKZQ/s1600-h/DSC06482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-2Hf86AVdI/AAAAAAAAAkA/nwPp-I3UKZQ/s400/DSC06482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182947729168422354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Green Palm trees?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-2Hgc6AVeI/AAAAAAAAAkI/ZZ_KkQVa1s4/s1600-h/DSC06487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-2Hgc6AVeI/AAAAAAAAAkI/ZZ_KkQVa1s4/s400/DSC06487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182947737758356962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Or blue palm trees?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-2Hgs6AVfI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/LdiKGDFLYSo/s1600-h/DSC06491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-2Hgs6AVfI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/LdiKGDFLYSo/s400/DSC06491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182947742053324274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the shape of a feather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-2C7M6AVWI/AAAAAAAAAjI/aauSeky0yDY/s1600-h/DSC06498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-2C7M6AVWI/AAAAAAAAAjI/aauSeky0yDY/s400/DSC06498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182942699761718626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;One of my favorite shots that night. Spectacular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-2C7c6AVXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/pwpV3SnbKX4/s1600-h/DSC06499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-2C7c6AVXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/pwpV3SnbKX4/s400/DSC06499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182942704056685938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Slightly overexposed, but I want to show how great the scale of the fireworks here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-2C786AVYI/AAAAAAAAAjY/qTJKucbTaxA/s1600-h/DSC06508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-2C786AVYI/AAAAAAAAAjY/qTJKucbTaxA/s400/DSC06508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182942712646620546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Golden star-burst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-2C8c6AVZI/AAAAAAAAAjg/wtBU8H3LXeI/s1600-h/DSC06509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-2C8c6AVZI/AAAAAAAAAjg/wtBU8H3LXeI/s400/DSC06509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182942721236555154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;This looks like a magical explosion of fairy dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-2C8s6AVaI/AAAAAAAAAjo/zgJczQ7e2a0/s1600-h/DSC06511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-2C8s6AVaI/AAAAAAAAAjo/zgJczQ7e2a0/s400/DSC06511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182942725531522466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Another one of my favorite shots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-2B2s6AVRI/AAAAAAAAAig/4qmI1ySzeFM/s1600-h/DSC06512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-2B2s6AVRI/AAAAAAAAAig/4qmI1ySzeFM/s400/DSC06512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182941522940679442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I like the color for this one, adds the carnival flavor to the fireworks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-2B286AVSI/AAAAAAAAAio/zc95JEDuNN8/s1600-h/DSC06530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-2B286AVSI/AAAAAAAAAio/zc95JEDuNN8/s400/DSC06530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182941527235646754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;This looks like flying spirits who had just escaped from the bottle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-2B3c6AVTI/AAAAAAAAAiw/K5U_eIce_QI/s1600-h/DSC06540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-2B3c6AVTI/AAAAAAAAAiw/K5U_eIce_QI/s400/DSC06540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182941535825581362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Another magnificent shot that shows the magnitude of the display&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-2B3s6AVUI/AAAAAAAAAi4/fbpG0pWg6Lc/s1600-h/DSC06549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-2B3s6AVUI/AAAAAAAAAi4/fbpG0pWg6Lc/s400/DSC06549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182941540120548674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One of the last scenes from the last ten seconds of the fireworks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;All good thing must come to an end. After the fireworks, we head off back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;UniLodge&lt;/span&gt; (some went out to club instead). Another interesting day, in a widely proclaimed boring town called Canberra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-2B386AVVI/AAAAAAAAAjA/YUEdNiC-Av4/s1600-h/DSC06561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-2B386AVVI/AAAAAAAAAjA/YUEdNiC-Av4/s400/DSC06561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182941544415515986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And a great picture to end with - some random passerby posing as I made this shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3141748068360757193-5135621221459971591?l=amandagene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/feeds/5135621221459971591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3141748068360757193&amp;postID=5135621221459971591' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/5135621221459971591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/5135621221459971591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/2008/03/sky-fire-2008.html' title='Sky Fire 2008'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824727628026938263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVOcnaDft_I/AAAAAAAABYU/GQd8IAYMrjs/S220/DSC01235.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-2LvM6AVqI/AAAAAAAAAlo/YMgkwBq9fJ4/s72-c/DSC06385.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3141748068360757193.post-3632537039003461319</id><published>2008-04-04T21:42:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T09:49:18.239+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth Week 2008 @ Canberra</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_Ygy86AW8I/AAAAAAAAAv4/U8xcUS9BOM4/s1600-h/DSC06871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_Ygy86AW8I/AAAAAAAAAv4/U8xcUS9BOM4/s400/DSC06871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185368080678673346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Free is good. And goodies, in turn, come in a cute little blue bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youth Week? What is that? National Youth Week (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NYW&lt;/span&gt;) is Australia’s largest celebration of  young people. Generally, people aged 12-25 years  all across Australia  get involved in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NYW&lt;/span&gt; every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The celebration in Canberra may not be as grand as the ones in Sydney or Melbourne but hey, at least we had fun in the midst of preparation for our exams and studies. Here in Canberra, it is held in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Garema&lt;/span&gt; Place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_YcY86AWxI/AAAAAAAAAug/nAZr0jRgWlQ/s1600-h/DSC06879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_YcY86AWxI/AAAAAAAAAug/nAZr0jRgWlQ/s400/DSC06879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185363235955563282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Free BBQ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_Ygwc6AW6I/AAAAAAAAAvo/A3r25kSsq6o/s1600-h/DSC06867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_Ygwc6AW6I/AAAAAAAAAvo/A3r25kSsq6o/s400/DSC06867.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185368037729000354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;2 guys beating each other out - with super inflated boxing gloves and a bouncy boxing ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here, they have a number of booths of various community centers and social services groups which were promoting themselves and to create an awareness that there are help available to the youths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They had a few booths of various community centers as well as counseling groups on that day. These groups sort of like advertised themselves by handing out free brochures and goodies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_Ygw86AW7I/AAAAAAAAAvw/m5WsCj7K-ys/s1600-h/DSC06870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_Ygw86AW7I/AAAAAAAAAvw/m5WsCj7K-ys/s400/DSC06870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185368046318934962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A scrambler on display!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_YgB86AW1I/AAAAAAAAAvA/9geUdHBadSA/s1600-h/DSC06873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_YgB86AW1I/AAAAAAAAAvA/9geUdHBadSA/s400/DSC06873.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185367238865083218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One of the community centers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are meant for teenagers with problems due to anxiety, stress, loneliness and other teen related problems. This is actually good as on this day, their presence create an awareness that you are never alone when you have problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, their main project was to create awareness that there were people among us who has eating disorders. It was pretty cool that they asked people who were present to write something on the many weighing scales which were on displayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Here are a few shots regarding the display:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_YgCs6AW2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/gc5DOKgzp14/s1600-h/DSC06874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_YgCs6AW2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/gc5DOKgzp14/s400/DSC06874.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185367251749985122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A passer-by doing her part by writing something down on the weighing scale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_YgDM6AW3I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/eUWzXZF-DHs/s1600-h/DSC06875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_YgDM6AW3I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/eUWzXZF-DHs/s400/DSC06875.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185367260339919730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One of the very nicely decorated weighing scales. You can either choose oil paint or a permanent marker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_YgDs6AW4I/AAAAAAAAAvY/thxJdWnb-Xw/s1600-h/DSC06876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_YgDs6AW4I/AAAAAAAAAvY/thxJdWnb-Xw/s400/DSC06876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185367268929854338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scaling Heights to Freedom - It's like an irony, weighing scales and eating disorder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_YgD86AW5I/AAAAAAAAAvg/o4-5WfDRsVE/s1600-h/DSC06877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_YgD86AW5I/AAAAAAAAAvg/o4-5WfDRsVE/s400/DSC06877.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185367273224821650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The volunteer over-looking participants painting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;NYW&lt;/span&gt; is all youths gathering together to voice out their opinions and voice their concerns. They have on-going events such as talent shows, competitions, live concerts (for bigger cities like Melbourne) and art displays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in ACT, there were quite a number events (the ones that we saw during our one hour there) such as a cheer-leading dance routine, live bands, hula-hoop dance, a girl walking on broken glass, a belly-dance performer and street jugglers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are some of the pictures of the performances:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_YcYs6AWwI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LB_0RkBApME/s1600-h/DSC06878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_YcYs6AWwI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LB_0RkBApME/s400/DSC06878.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185363231660595970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The MC for the day. Notable quote: "You, sit down there and listen to me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_YcZc6AWyI/AAAAAAAAAuo/2qO6miTyA0M/s1600-h/DSC06880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_YcZc6AWyI/AAAAAAAAAuo/2qO6miTyA0M/s400/DSC06880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185363244545497890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Hula-hoop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_YcZ86AWzI/AAAAAAAAAuw/eueWehhCNpU/s1600-h/DSC06881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_YcZ86AWzI/AAAAAAAAAuw/eueWehhCNpU/s400/DSC06881.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185363253135432498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The volunteers of their respective organizations and community service centers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_YcaM6AW0I/AAAAAAAAAu4/KYRdTkEOU7w/s1600-h/DSC06883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_YcaM6AW0I/AAAAAAAAAu4/KYRdTkEOU7w/s400/DSC06883.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185363257430399810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A girl walking on broken glass with her bare feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_YYe86AWrI/AAAAAAAAAtw/muReq9Y4Nig/s1600-h/DSC06885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_YYe86AWrI/AAAAAAAAAtw/muReq9Y4Nig/s400/DSC06885.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185358940988267186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A cute little doggy - she stole my sausage!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_YYf86AWsI/AAAAAAAAAt4/CQQlKRoYjFo/s1600-h/DSC06886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_YYf86AWsI/AAAAAAAAAt4/CQQlKRoYjFo/s400/DSC06886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185358958168136386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The cheer-leading squad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_YYgM6AWtI/AAAAAAAAAuA/PWE5Hux1kLQ/s1600-h/DSC06887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_YYgM6AWtI/AAAAAAAAAuA/PWE5Hux1kLQ/s400/DSC06887.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185358962463103698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;the belly-dancer shaking her.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;erm&lt;/span&gt;.. belly buttons with  a sword on her head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_YYgs6AWuI/AAAAAAAAAuI/kRTq3PljWWI/s1600-h/DSC06889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_YYgs6AWuI/AAAAAAAAAuI/kRTq3PljWWI/s400/DSC06889.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185358971053038306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The street acrobats and their team of jugglers behind them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_YYg86AWvI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/aE8ZTBy0VFk/s1600-h/DSC06891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_YYg86AWvI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/aE8ZTBy0VFk/s400/DSC06891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185358975348005618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The jugglers. Note: the left guy kept on making mistakes which quite humorous when the right guy threw the pins at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;I guess that's all for now. Been busy reading my articles to update frequently nowadays. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Laters&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3141748068360757193-3632537039003461319?l=amandagene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/feeds/3632537039003461319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3141748068360757193&amp;postID=3632537039003461319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/3632537039003461319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/3632537039003461319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/2008/04/youth-week-2008-canberra.html' title='Youth Week 2008 @ Canberra'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824727628026938263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVOcnaDft_I/AAAAAAAABYU/GQd8IAYMrjs/S220/DSC01235.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_Ygy86AW8I/AAAAAAAAAv4/U8xcUS9BOM4/s72-c/DSC06871.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3141748068360757193.post-9133751844081745032</id><published>2008-04-04T01:09:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T03:05:26.590+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A birthday bash - In Tosolini's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_TqXM6AWkI/AAAAAAAAAs4/udr89NPOga8/s1600-h/DSC06806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_TqXM6AWkI/AAAAAAAAAs4/udr89NPOga8/s400/DSC06806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185026755332692546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tosolini's&lt;/span&gt; : The place to be when it come to Italian cuisine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I start writing more regarding the place, the main purpose of the event is to celebrate the birthdays of two of my friends, Debbie (from Singapore) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yooni&lt;/span&gt; (from Korea).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No other better place that they can pick to celebrate this special day than &lt;a href="http://www.tosolinis.com.au/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tosolini's&lt;/span&gt; Restaurant&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tosolini's&lt;/span&gt; really made its name with its pastas and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;focaccias&lt;/span&gt;. (Italian my man, Si! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;This snazzy restaurant is right next to the busy central bus terminal and in the heart of Canberra's city, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tosolini's&lt;/span&gt; really pulls in the passing crowd. They have seats outdoors where you can have a cup of coffee to watch the world pass by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;In the restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_TrWM6AWoI/AAAAAAAAAtY/zf1bzqke-FE/s1600-h/DSC06802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_TrWM6AWoI/AAAAAAAAAtY/zf1bzqke-FE/s400/DSC06802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185027837664451202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Oriental style lanterns add spice to the ambiance - on contrary of being an Italian restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow spot lights on the ceiling create a warm atmosphere, one which is very important to induce the appetite of their customers. One would want to be cozy in the outside before they start pampering their stomachs with the delicacies offered, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Si&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_TqW86AWjI/AAAAAAAAAsw/ALxXzVKL7x8/s1600-h/DSC06804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_TqW86AWjI/AAAAAAAAAsw/ALxXzVKL7x8/s400/DSC06804.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185026751037725234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A long dining table awaits us - where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;cutleries &lt;/span&gt;were arrange with much care and attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was very well arranged. Wooden tables decorated the floor along with matching chairs. There was even a fire-place in the middle of the floor, creating a much warmer feeling to all who set their foot into the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_Tm4s6AWYI/AAAAAAAAArY/G1re-_GtL7Y/s1600-h/DSC06863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_Tm4s6AWYI/AAAAAAAAArY/G1re-_GtL7Y/s400/DSC06863.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185022932811798914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the Bar: Fine selection of wines are available, as well as other types of liqueurs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good marketing strategy: Make one's customers pass the glass display of cakes, desserts and pastries as well as the fine selection of wine when one's customers come in. That was what they do. If weren't for the cake that we brought, we would have already gotten one from the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_Tm5M6AWZI/AAAAAAAAArg/w0NRhKC91Tg/s1600-h/DSC06864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_Tm5M6AWZI/AAAAAAAAArg/w0NRhKC91Tg/s400/DSC06864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185022941401733522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the friendly and professional crew at the counter and display shelf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally before I head on to the food I shall rant a bit more on their staff. They were polite, friendly and basically - professional, as one expect from a high class restaurant. I even had a little chat with them when I took the picture above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: It's for my blog guys, sorry for the flash&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark shirt guy: It's alright, but I have to charge you next time&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Aww&lt;/span&gt;, come on! You guys would be famous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dark shirt guy: Then that's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, but be sure not to put my face next to a naked picture, or else I would be in trouble!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The food - Starters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can view more of the range of their food on their official web-page. We have ordered the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Modello&lt;/span&gt; Banquet Dinner (which was $29.90 p.p). This sort of price is the price you'd expect from a snazzy Italian Cuisine restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Garlic, Pesto, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Sundried&lt;/span&gt; Tomato, and Olive Breads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_TqXs6AWlI/AAAAAAAAAtA/PQPTjAyUeiA/s1600-h/DSC06813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_TqXs6AWlI/AAAAAAAAAtA/PQPTjAyUeiA/s400/DSC06813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185026763922627154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Toasted bread with the mentioned items above - a good start for more to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Calamaretti&lt;/span&gt; St. Andrea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_TqX86AWmI/AAAAAAAAAtI/3XnA0zxiJuo/s1600-h/DSC06815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_TqX86AWmI/AAAAAAAAAtI/3XnA0zxiJuo/s400/DSC06815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185026768217594466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lightly fried calamari served with wild rocket and lemon dressing. They almost melt in your mouth the moment you chew them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Antipasto &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Misto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_TqYc6AWnI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/7f9m6mYsHsg/s1600-h/DSC06816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_TqYc6AWnI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/7f9m6mYsHsg/s400/DSC06816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185026776807529074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Garlic prawns, grilled &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;chorizo&lt;/span&gt;, shaved &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;proscuitto&lt;/span&gt;, assorted dips and marinated vegetables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The last starter was the best! It was served with bread, so when you lay them on top of the bread along with the dip it is simply superb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The food - Mains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone had to choice to choose one out of the following mentioned below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Pizza &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;al&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Pescatore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_TpG86AWfI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/JH3Cv4iKRdA/s1600-h/DSC06833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_TpG86AWfI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/JH3Cv4iKRdA/s400/DSC06833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185025376648190450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Roman style pizza square topped with prawns, calamari, tuna, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;chilli&lt;/span&gt; and fresh herbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very filling pizza, especially for sea food lovers. Remember the ones they had in Pizza-Hut? This one's ten times better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Insalata&lt;/span&gt; con &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Pollo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_TpHM6AWgI/AAAAAAAAAsY/PthLef7OYdc/s1600-h/DSC06834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_TpHM6AWgI/AAAAAAAAAsY/PthLef7OYdc/s400/DSC06834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185025380943157762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Marinated chicken pieces tossed with sun dried tomatoes, shaved &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;parmesan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crispy potatoes, baby spinach and wild rocket leaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A unique mix of chicken salad - delicious to the very last leaf of vegetable and shred of meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Vitello&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;alla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Limone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_TpHs6AWhI/AAAAAAAAAsg/XYmUD780vPM/s1600-h/DSC06835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_TpHs6AWhI/AAAAAAAAAsg/XYmUD780vPM/s400/DSC06835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185025389533092370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tender slices of veal, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;panseared&lt;/span&gt; and served with crispy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;kipfler&lt;/span&gt; potatoes, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wild rocket leaves and lemon butter sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Meat lovers! Get your hands on this! This would definitely fill your stomachs. Add a dash of pepper and it would be perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Fettucine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;alla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;carbonara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_TpIM6AWiI/AAAAAAAAAso/Rzu2OgYtHPg/s1600-h/DSC06836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_TpIM6AWiI/AAAAAAAAAso/Rzu2OgYtHPg/s400/DSC06836.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185025398123026978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bacon, cracked pepper, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;parmesan&lt;/span&gt;, garlic cream sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among all of the options offered, this would probably be the best. Simple, filling, tasty and delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Risotto con &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Pollo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_ToGs6AWaI/AAAAAAAAAro/Dj6_S-oz0OI/s1600-h/DSC06837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_ToGs6AWaI/AAAAAAAAAro/Dj6_S-oz0OI/s400/DSC06837.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185024272841595298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Marinated chicken, mushrooms, semi dried tomatoes, seeded mustard and fresh herbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May look dodgy or even like a RM 5.00 "chap-fan" but it's not bad actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Chaplango&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;alla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Sedapo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_ToHM6AWbI/AAAAAAAAArw/2ZTngwZEOFU/s1600-h/DSC06838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_ToHM6AWbI/AAAAAAAAArw/2ZTngwZEOFU/s400/DSC06838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185024281431529906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know that I am not suppose to play with food but I can't help it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Semillon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Sauvignon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Blanc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_ToHs6AWcI/AAAAAAAAAr4/e9lj145ztUs/s1600-h/DSC06840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_ToHs6AWcI/AAAAAAAAAr4/e9lj145ztUs/s400/DSC06840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185024290021464514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Thanks to Lyon, everyone has the chance to enjoy a little bit of good wine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Celebration - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Yooni's&lt;/span&gt; and Debbie's Big Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I think I have already covered enough regarding the restaurant so now regarding the main purpose of why we were in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Tosolini's&lt;/span&gt; in the first place - a birthday bash for two babes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_ToIM6AWdI/AAAAAAAAAsA/6uSv-0n1BSU/s1600-h/DSC06843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_ToIM6AWdI/AAAAAAAAAsA/6uSv-0n1BSU/s400/DSC06843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185024298611399122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; xx candles - for a girl named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Yooni&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_ToIs6AWeI/AAAAAAAAAsI/SfzLXjizMdo/s1600-h/DSC06844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_ToIs6AWeI/AAAAAAAAAsI/SfzLXjizMdo/s400/DSC06844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185024307201333730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sparkles and candles adds the fun! (The sparkles ended a little bit too soon - even before the cake was served)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either the world is too small, a stroke of chance or a by fate, these two close buddies have the same birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_T8Ic6AWqI/AAAAAAAAAto/quxT7SGD0e4/s1600-h/DSC06826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_T8Ic6AWqI/AAAAAAAAAto/quxT7SGD0e4/s400/DSC06826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185046293138922146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Left to Right: Gladys, Debbie, Kimberley, Yooni, Amanda and Winnie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even they have different birthdays (I shall keep their ages a secret, as you know I may get bashed up by them for telling the whole world how old they really are - GIRLS) and live in different halls, many friends turned up for the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_TrWs6AWpI/AAAAAAAAAtg/Dt6AFEY7UNo/s1600-h/DSC06819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_TrWs6AWpI/AAAAAAAAAtg/Dt6AFEY7UNo/s400/DSC06819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185027846254385810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The many people present on this very special day - people of different races, nationalities and countries. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; Kong, Malaysia, Singapore, Taiwan and Australia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_Tm3s6AWWI/AAAAAAAAArI/oVOGH138NUk/s1600-h/DSC06847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_Tm3s6AWWI/AAAAAAAAArI/oVOGH138NUk/s400/DSC06847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185022915631929698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The two birthday girls with their cakes - making their wishes and singing along with the merry crowd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a reason why we meet in Canberra and why this place means &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Kam&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;ber&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;ra&lt;/span&gt; - "meeting ground" in the aboriginal language. This is where our lives crossed with one another, creating new paths of friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a good eatery location, scrumptious food served, happy friends amongst us and a special day that happen, today is definitely a day that will remain as what we call a happy memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before I end the post, I shall let &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Yooni&lt;/span&gt; and Debbie blow out their candles and granting them their birthday wishes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_Tm4c6AWXI/AAAAAAAAArQ/k_ov8-p1_Ds/s1600-h/DSC06849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_Tm4c6AWXI/AAAAAAAAArQ/k_ov8-p1_Ds/s400/DSC06849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185022928516831602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Smoke from the blown candles - sending their wishes up to the heavens and allowing their hopes and desires to come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : After party will probably be covered by Winnie =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3141748068360757193-9133751844081745032?l=amandagene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/feeds/9133751844081745032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3141748068360757193&amp;postID=9133751844081745032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/9133751844081745032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/9133751844081745032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/2008/04/birthday-bash-in-tosolinis.html' title='A birthday bash - In Tosolini&apos;s'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824727628026938263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVOcnaDft_I/AAAAAAAABYU/GQd8IAYMrjs/S220/DSC01235.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_TqXM6AWkI/AAAAAAAAAs4/udr89NPOga8/s72-c/DSC06806.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3141748068360757193.post-4267550288135899811</id><published>2008-04-02T19:57:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T01:09:19.635+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Mousse Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_Thzs6AWNI/AAAAAAAAAqA/lDXq8McvHKE/s1600-h/DSC06771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_Thzs6AWNI/AAAAAAAAAqA/lDXq8McvHKE/s400/DSC06771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185017349354313938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dark Chocolate Mousse Cake - the end product-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One slice of this mousse will be enough for even the most hardcore of chocolate lovers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ingredients&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sereves 8 - 10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;285 g dark chocolate buttons&lt;br /&gt;600 ml pouring cream&lt;br /&gt;6 large egg yolks&lt;br /&gt;170 g caster sugar&lt;br /&gt;10 amaretti biscuits, crushed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To serve with:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cocoa powder&lt;br /&gt;amaretto liqueur&lt;br /&gt;creme fraiche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_TjpM6AWSI/AAAAAAAAAqo/FCA9pbKew5w/s1600-h/DSC06766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_TjpM6AWSI/AAAAAAAAAqo/FCA9pbKew5w/s200/DSC06766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185019367988943138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_Tjpc6AWTI/AAAAAAAAAqw/Xr-0wt2OxIU/s1600-h/DSC06770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_Tjpc6AWTI/AAAAAAAAAqw/Xr-0wt2OxIU/s200/DSC06770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185019372283910450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_Tjos6AWRI/AAAAAAAAAqg/8OvEpMrOjE0/s1600-h/150scharffenberger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_Tjos6AWRI/AAAAAAAAAqg/8OvEpMrOjE0/s200/150scharffenberger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185019359399008530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_TkO86AWUI/AAAAAAAAAq4/vvS3Y_XxDPY/s1600-h/documento_1662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_TkO86AWUI/AAAAAAAAAq4/vvS3Y_XxDPY/s320/documento_1662.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185020016529004866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some of the ingredients required for the cake: Dark Chocolate, Pouring Cream, Cocoa Powder, and Amaretti Biscuits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Instructions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Preheat oven to fan-forced 130 C (150 C conventional)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Melt chocolate in a bowl over a pan simmering water (don't let the bowl touch the water) or in microwave. Allow to cool slightly then stir in cream gradually until smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_Thys6AWKI/AAAAAAAAApo/eQ6IpW7DVcc/s1600-h/DSC06768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_Thys6AWKI/AAAAAAAAApo/eQ6IpW7DVcc/s400/DSC06768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185017332174444706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Make sure you melt the chocolate over hot water, not over the fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_Thy86AWLI/AAAAAAAAApw/rp-oS3wvivc/s1600-h/DSC06769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_Thy86AWLI/AAAAAAAAApw/rp-oS3wvivc/s400/DSC06769.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185017336469412018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Pour the cream a little at a time or else it would be difficult to mix them up evenly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Combine yolks and sugar in a medium bowl and whisk until pale and smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_Thyc6AWJI/AAAAAAAAApg/nJTC17pBi4A/s1600-h/DSC06767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_Thyc6AWJI/AAAAAAAAApg/nJTC17pBi4A/s400/DSC06767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185017327879477394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;This is the consistency that you should be looking for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Pour chocolate mixture onto yolks and stir until smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Place a 25-cm greased tart tin on a baking tray and pour mixture into tin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Bake for 45 minutes or until just set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Remove and cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Refrigerate for at least two hours before serving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Turn out, press amaretti biscuits and cocoa into the side and drizzle with liqueur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Serve in slices with a dollop of creme fraiche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Note: This cake is a very, very and I do mean VERY rich cake. Not meant for those who are on a diet. And while serving, please keep it to small thin slices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3141748068360757193-4267550288135899811?l=amandagene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/feeds/4267550288135899811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3141748068360757193&amp;postID=4267550288135899811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/4267550288135899811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/4267550288135899811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/2008/04/chocolate-mousse-cake.html' title='Chocolate Mousse Cake'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824727628026938263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVOcnaDft_I/AAAAAAAABYU/GQd8IAYMrjs/S220/DSC01235.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R_Thzs6AWNI/AAAAAAAAAqA/lDXq8McvHKE/s72-c/DSC06771.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3141748068360757193.post-8790363227910870451</id><published>2008-03-29T21:54:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T21:11:09.431+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Hour 2008 @ ANU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-4zaM6AWHI/AAAAAAAAApQ/YRSpD-CvBjo/s1600-h/earth-hour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-4zaM6AWHI/AAAAAAAAApQ/YRSpD-CvBjo/s400/earth-hour.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183136746384152690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can do your part to save the earth, even if it's just one hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.earthhour.org/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Earth Hour&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is an international event where households and businesses turn off their lights and electrical appliances for one hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happens on the evening of 29 March &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;at 8 pm local time until 9 pm to promote electricity conservation. The underlying motive is to reduce emission of carbon dioxide and green-house gases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-4zac6AWII/AAAAAAAAApY/11y1w6HCJ3E/s1600-h/earth2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-4zac6AWII/AAAAAAAAApY/11y1w6HCJ3E/s400/earth2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183136750679120002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A cool picture - showing how many people in this world actually take Earth Hour up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main event was actually held in Sydney where you can really notice that most of the lights are switched off during the Earth Hour. However, ANU did its part too in this global call for energy conservation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-4yis6AWDI/AAAAAAAAAow/_f8s2yRLPIw/s1600-h/DSC06643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 106px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-4yis6AWDI/AAAAAAAAAow/_f8s2yRLPIw/s200/DSC06643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183135792901412914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-4yjM6AWEI/AAAAAAAAAo4/vgB474srmkc/s1600-h/DSC06644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 106px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-4yjM6AWEI/AAAAAAAAAo4/vgB474srmkc/s200/DSC06644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183135801491347522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-4yjc6AWFI/AAAAAAAAApA/xWP_kz1SEMU/s1600-h/DSC06645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 106px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-4yjc6AWFI/AAAAAAAAApA/xWP_kz1SEMU/s200/DSC06645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183135805786314834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Candles on the plains : A. N. U.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically what ANU does is that they have a gathering over at Fellows Oval which started at 6pm. I did not attend it as I have some dinner with a bunch of my good friends here. (hence the lack of pictures from 6 - 8).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had some free BBQ barbeque over there as well as some activities (that I am aware of). The main thing starts at 8 pm. Other residential halls in ANU as well as UniLodge took part in this event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-4zZs6AWGI/AAAAAAAAApI/Q9sFUKBaJ_M/s1600-h/DSC06735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-4zZs6AWGI/AAAAAAAAApI/Q9sFUKBaJ_M/s400/DSC06735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183136737794218082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tea-light candles protected with waxed paper, creating a calm and nostalgic scene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the darkened hour, they had a display of a four men crew of fire-jugglers. It was quite and amazing feat to witness. They had samba music accompanying the stunts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;About Earth Hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-4lhc6AVxI/AAAAAAAAAmg/q3VHxht2k84/s1600-h/DSC06728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-4lhc6AVxI/AAAAAAAAAmg/q3VHxht2k84/s400/DSC06728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183121477775415058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The volunteers for the event playing the samba beat that makes you feel like dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-4lgc6AVvI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/imPfbel5Osk/s1600-h/DSC06725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-4lgc6AVvI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/imPfbel5Osk/s400/DSC06725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183121460595545842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The people from Malaysia, China and Australia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in Down Under, Earth Hour is promoted by World Wildlife Fund Australia (WWF) and the Sydney Morning Herald. Yes, you may think "One hour? What difference does that make?". Believe me, it really does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-4xys6AV-I/AAAAAAAAAoI/pjIsfoI4H14/s1600-h/DSC06666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-4xys6AV-I/AAAAAAAAAoI/pjIsfoI4H14/s400/DSC06666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183134968267692002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My best picture for the night : Fire Phoenix and some weird doodle of a face. I like the Phoenix more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-4oac6AV2I/AAAAAAAAAnI/pL58u_jqEjs/s1600-h/DSC06709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-4oac6AV2I/AAAAAAAAAnI/pL58u_jqEjs/s400/DSC06709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183124656051214178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The phoenix moving around in a blurry burst of flame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, in Sydney alone during the very first Earth Hour, there was a massive 10.2% reduction in electricity consumption - where households switched off their non-essential appliances and businesses switching off their machines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over 2.2 million Sydney residents and over 2,100 businesses took part last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-4xy86AV_I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/8tSPUjPDDGI/s1600-h/DSC06667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-4xy86AV_I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/8tSPUjPDDGI/s400/DSC06667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183134972562659314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Looks like a swirling flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-4oZM6AV1I/AAAAAAAAAnA/CoBon2WyYo8/s1600-h/DSC06712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-4oZM6AV1I/AAAAAAAAAnA/CoBon2WyYo8/s400/DSC06712.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183124634576377682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;A fiery heart - that is what I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the difference the world can make in just an hour. With more and more people and business taking part in this event, we could do something to save and protect our future generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-4xzM6AWAI/AAAAAAAAAoY/JQ1SM86--4Q/s1600-h/DSC06668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-4xzM6AWAI/AAAAAAAAAoY/JQ1SM86--4Q/s400/DSC06668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183134976857626626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I really don't know how to label this picture. It still looks cool in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-4wW86AV6I/AAAAAAAAAno/yHwPYaTSNt0/s1600-h/DSC06695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-4wW86AV6I/AAAAAAAAAno/yHwPYaTSNt0/s400/DSC06695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183133392014694306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The performer throwing his staff up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were various critics regarding this event as well as anti Earth Hour groups. However, this event does create an awareness regarding this major issue - the greatest contributor to global warming is green-house gases, caused by coal-powered electricity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-4xz86AWBI/AAAAAAAAAog/nzUVtPKe72Y/s1600-h/DSC06669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-4xz86AWBI/AAAAAAAAAog/nzUVtPKe72Y/s400/DSC06669.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183134989742528530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I like this picture after the Phoenix one : It's like a long serpent unwinding itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-4wXM6AV7I/AAAAAAAAAnw/GiWJ2_fylpI/s1600-h/DSC06702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-4wXM6AV7I/AAAAAAAAAnw/GiWJ2_fylpI/s400/DSC06702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183133396309661618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This looks like Cloud doing his omni-slash from FF VII&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more pictures or news regarding this event you can always head to their official website &lt;a href="http://www.earthhour.org"&gt;http://www.earthhour.org.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for ANU, I tried to upload the best pictures that I have taken. They are not really impressive some of them when compared to my friend's, who took the pictures with a Digital SLR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally here are some extra photographs that are worth posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-4x0c6AWCI/AAAAAAAAAoo/uCd_zgGSv1s/s1600-h/DSC06671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-4x0c6AWCI/AAAAAAAAAoo/uCd_zgGSv1s/s400/DSC06671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183134998332463138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The above really looks like this --&gt; o.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-4wWc6AV5I/AAAAAAAAAng/xDljpKonIXg/s1600-h/DSC06688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-4wWc6AV5I/AAAAAAAAAng/xDljpKonIXg/s400/DSC06688.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183133383424759698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I may not have any knowledge in Mandarin at all but the above really looks like some Chinese symbols though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-4wYM6AV9I/AAAAAAAAAoA/VwNeXPEg-O4/s1600-h/DSC06687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-4wYM6AV9I/AAAAAAAAAoA/VwNeXPEg-O4/s400/DSC06687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183133413489530834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An array of fiery displays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-4oYc6AV0I/AAAAAAAAAm4/JgN5F51lkhQ/s1600-h/DSC06711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-4oYc6AV0I/AAAAAAAAAm4/JgN5F51lkhQ/s400/DSC06711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183124621691475778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I actually thought it was a Terminator coming out from a time - vortex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;At the end of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, it's all about what you do now that will affect your world in the future. And hence, do your part to save the world. A little now may make a big difference later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-4liM6AVzI/AAAAAAAAAmw/kyMkDNjwmyU/s1600-h/DSC06742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-4liM6AVzI/AAAAAAAAAmw/kyMkDNjwmyU/s400/DSC06742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183121490660316978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The lighted path leading back to UniLodge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3141748068360757193-8790363227910870451?l=amandagene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/feeds/8790363227910870451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3141748068360757193&amp;postID=8790363227910870451' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/8790363227910870451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/8790363227910870451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/2008/03/earth-hour-2008-anu.html' title='Earth Hour 2008 @ ANU'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824727628026938263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVOcnaDft_I/AAAAAAAABYU/GQd8IAYMrjs/S220/DSC01235.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-4zaM6AWHI/AAAAAAAAApQ/YRSpD-CvBjo/s72-c/earth-hour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3141748068360757193.post-75351442173864360</id><published>2008-03-29T10:10:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T10:25:02.213+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Pancakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-17tM6AVQI/AAAAAAAAAiY/iSAEnmtZHv0/s1600-h/pancakes-ck-222326-l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-17tM6AVQI/AAAAAAAAAiY/iSAEnmtZHv0/s400/pancakes-ck-222326-l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182934762662155522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pancakes - Simple to do, delicious to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to share a recipe with you guys. It is really simple to do and it takes little time too. Serves up to 3 people or 2 if you guys were to be big eaters. Some equipment you need before-hand just to make sure:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Measuring cup&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Measuring spoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whisk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mixing bowl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lader&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 egg&lt;br /&gt;1 cup flour&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup milk&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon vanilla essence (optional)&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoon sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons butter, melted&lt;br /&gt;3 teaspoons baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beat egg until fluffy. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Add milk and melted margarine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Add dry ingredients and mix well. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heat a heavy griddle or fry pan which is greased with a little butter on a paper towel. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The pan is hot enough when a drop of water breaks into several smaller balls which 'dance' around the pan. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pour a small amount of batter (approx 1/4 cup) into pan and tip to spread out or spread with spoon. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When bubbles appear on surface and begin to break, turn over and cook the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3141748068360757193-75351442173864360?l=amandagene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/feeds/75351442173864360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3141748068360757193&amp;postID=75351442173864360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/75351442173864360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/75351442173864360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/2008/03/pancakes.html' title='Pancakes'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824727628026938263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVOcnaDft_I/AAAAAAAABYU/GQd8IAYMrjs/S220/DSC01235.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-17tM6AVQI/AAAAAAAAAiY/iSAEnmtZHv0/s72-c/pancakes-ck-222326-l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3141748068360757193.post-7676709569317497640</id><published>2008-03-28T11:20:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T13:20:12.092+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Date - Just the two of us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-w-vs6AVKI/AAAAAAAAAhc/B3eRaHbTAD4/s1600-h/DSC00052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-w-vs6AVKI/AAAAAAAAAhc/B3eRaHbTAD4/s400/DSC00052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182586260425823394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Only at Pancake Parlor's: A good time with a good meal and a movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just face it; I got bored. I got stressed. I got sick of facing my books for the past 6 days in the row that I feel like puking and throw all my books away into the recycle bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it will cost me approximately &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AUD&lt;/span&gt; 220 of reading materials (and apart of a big scolding from my oldies).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, instead of throwing everything away, I look at the above advertisement and say $15 bucks for some pancakes and a movie ticket? That's pretty cheap by the way. The original costs are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Short stack pancake (2 pancakes) = $ 9.80&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 Movie ticket (with concession) = $ 12.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do the maths. I think we are able to save $ 6 - 7. (Note: The above prices may be wrong as I don't usual frequent the Pancake Parlor or the cinema)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-w-wM6AVLI/AAAAAAAAAhk/rB9eSXKzVIE/s1600-h/DSC00056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-w-wM6AVLI/AAAAAAAAAhk/rB9eSXKzVIE/s400/DSC00056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182586269015758002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Short stack pancakes - served with home made maple syrup and ice-cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I had a post regarding the shop; Pancake Parlor. Anyways, they serve really really good pancakes, served with either cream, ice-cream or butter. I like it with ice-cream. The warm fluffy pancakes will melt the ice-cream; giving much pleasure when you taste it in your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-w-KM6AVFI/AAAAAAAAAg0/4o5Z4vrRJt8/s1600-h/DSC00059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-w-KM6AVFI/AAAAAAAAAg0/4o5Z4vrRJt8/s400/DSC00059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182585616180728914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vienna Cocoa - Hot chocolate drink topped with fresh whipped cream with cocoa sprinkles on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, one thing about the movie deal - There are no drinks included in it. I ordered a Vienna Cocoa for us, as my dear loves chocolate more than anything else (besides me). It is not that bad, except the fact they put a HUGE amount of cream on top of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-w-Ks6AVGI/AAAAAAAAAg8/EwFUEajVlQo/s1600-h/DSC00060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-w-Ks6AVGI/AAAAAAAAAg8/EwFUEajVlQo/s400/DSC00060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182585624770663522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dendy&lt;/span&gt; Cinema - 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; floor of the new wing of Canberra Center. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our dinner, we head straight to the Cinema to check out the availability of the tickets. We were way too early for our movie actually as it starts at 8.50 p.m. Nothing else better to do, we went for a walk in Canberra Center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-w-K86AVHI/AAAAAAAAAhE/5hQMSqxPW44/s1600-h/DSC00061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-w-K86AVHI/AAAAAAAAAhE/5hQMSqxPW44/s400/DSC00061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182585629065630834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Situated up on the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; floor, it gives some class and flavor to it every time you head to the Cinema, you need to take the escalator up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who unaware about the life in Canberra, here's an eye opener: EVERYTHING SHUTS DOWN AFTER FIVE. All of the shops were already closed and not one person can be seen - except both of us and the cleaner who was driving around some cleaning vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-w-LM6AVII/AAAAAAAAAhM/kXuFlHWaCXI/s1600-h/DSC00062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-w-LM6AVII/AAAAAAAAAhM/kXuFlHWaCXI/s400/DSC00062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182585633360598146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The long empty walkway of Canberra Center&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-w-Lc6AVJI/AAAAAAAAAhU/XlQnlz-gIPI/s1600-h/DSC00063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-w-Lc6AVJI/AAAAAAAAAhU/XlQnlz-gIPI/s400/DSC00063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182585637655565458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's almost like a ghost town. But I like the above picture a lot - and Canberra Center&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Dendy&lt;/span&gt; Cinemas. Unfortunately, I took blurry pictures of the ticket counter, the refreshment bar and the foyer (with my k850i phone. I know it's a lousy picture with a good camera phone, but I am still new with it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is nothing like Malaysia's Cinemas. Maybe it is like the newer ones over at the Gardens or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Cine Leisure&lt;/span&gt;. The design is nice and suitable for a movie-goer, it just makes you FEEL that you want to keep coming here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-w9NM6AVAI/AAAAAAAAAgM/ha8BvlIVcsc/s1600-h/DSC00064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-w9NM6AVAI/AAAAAAAAAgM/ha8BvlIVcsc/s400/DSC00064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182584568208708610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The foyer of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Dendy&lt;/span&gt; Cinema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-w9Ns6AVBI/AAAAAAAAAgU/iuh9kJSMD0I/s1600-h/DSC00065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-w9Ns6AVBI/AAAAAAAAAgU/iuh9kJSMD0I/s400/DSC00065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182584576798643218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the Ticket Counter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-w9Oc6AVCI/AAAAAAAAAgc/NDgdoElBlLE/s1600-h/DSC00066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-w9Oc6AVCI/AAAAAAAAAgc/NDgdoElBlLE/s400/DSC00066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182584589683545122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the Refreshments Bar. The spooky shadow in the middle is Amanda by the way, she was keen in checking out the prices of the chocolates offered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What movie were we watching? Step Up 2 - Where it doesn't matter where you came from (Malaysia), it's about where you are at (Canberra). As a dance movie, it is pretty good with nice dancing routines but as an ACTUAL movie, it gets pretty lame and cheesy sometimes &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(not to mention the fact that they made fun of Asians, giving the image of a Russel Peter's Cantonese Accent).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if you want to catch a glimpse of people with hot bodies doing their thing or cute guys breaking it down on the dance floor, this movie is perfect for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-w9Os6AVDI/AAAAAAAAAgk/AYWj_eWvK6s/s1600-h/DSC00067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-w9Os6AVDI/AAAAAAAAAgk/AYWj_eWvK6s/s400/DSC00067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182584593978512434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The entrance to the silver screen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-xQM86AVNI/AAAAAAAAAh0/ewt_gOgjJzU/s1600-h/stepup2_galleryposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-xQM86AVNI/AAAAAAAAAh0/ewt_gOgjJzU/s400/stepup2_galleryposter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182605454634669266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Step Up 2 - the Streets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not very often I write about myself as I do not want my blog to be filled with "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;" thoughts (so as to AVOID thinking that I may have written too much bout my personal life and the whole world is reading it - you know, THOSE types of blogs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-----Skip this part if you want to ignore my personal thoughts-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do want to say that spending time with Amanda is one of the greatest joy one earth, holding her hands when we watch the movie and saying occasional "I love you" when a cheesy or mushy scene comes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing beats this feeling; spending with someone you truly love. Every second becomes almost forever as you play with her hair and hold her hands ever so tight.  It makes you the happiest person on earth for that very moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, before I get messages saying "Your blog so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; la" or "You got no shame arr writing bout your personal life, and like I care reading bout your life" I shall say that going for movies is really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;------Resume reading here if you skipped the above section -----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially when you have a ticket for two, with someone special holding your hands as you step up into the silver screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-w9Pc6AVEI/AAAAAAAAAgs/Dut2iwOqBKA/s1600-h/DSC00068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-w9Pc6AVEI/AAAAAAAAAgs/Dut2iwOqBKA/s400/DSC00068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182584606863414338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A ticket for two - Just you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3141748068360757193-7676709569317497640?l=amandagene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/feeds/7676709569317497640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3141748068360757193&amp;postID=7676709569317497640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/7676709569317497640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/7676709569317497640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/2008/03/movie-date-just-two-of-us.html' title='Movie Date - Just the two of us'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824727628026938263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVOcnaDft_I/AAAAAAAABYU/GQd8IAYMrjs/S220/DSC01235.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-w-vs6AVKI/AAAAAAAAAhc/B3eRaHbTAD4/s72-c/DSC00052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3141748068360757193.post-1678700590869754900</id><published>2008-03-26T14:13:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T21:53:22.712+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Gungahlin - Shopping for groceries</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-nKGc6AU-I/AAAAAAAAAf8/lWLAAVSZgrA/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-nKGc6AU-I/AAAAAAAAAf8/lWLAAVSZgrA/s400/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181895058453976034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes folks, a weird name for a district in the Australia Capital Territory&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I assure you that there are even weirder names for other districts, but I shall stick to my post)&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gungahlin&lt;/span&gt; is situated to the north of the city center.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a district comprising 7 suburbs with around 26,000 people of the 320,000 people in the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Australian_Capital_Territory" title="Australian Capital Territory"&gt;Australian Capital Territory&lt;/a&gt; (June 2001 Census). It is not really a big place; a main district center where all the shops are located and residential areas surrounding it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, I shall not drag on too much about the geographical or historical data and will get back to the point. We (Amanda &amp;amp; myself) left &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;UniLodge&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt; 10 am in the morning (it takes around 25-30 minutes bus ride)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-nAfs6AU5I/AAAAAAAAAfU/ANb_1Dehc-U/s1600-h/DSC06277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-nAfs6AU5I/AAAAAAAAAfU/ANb_1Dehc-U/s400/DSC06277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181884497129395090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A really really cool van parked in front of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;UniLodge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-nAf86AU6I/AAAAAAAAAfc/VCSow4jQih4/s1600-h/DSC06278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-nAf86AU6I/AAAAAAAAAfc/VCSow4jQih4/s400/DSC06278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181884501424362402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I guess it is an advertisement van: www.wickedcampers.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, I had most of my work done for the following week (tutorials and reading) so I guess I could spend some time relaxing myself with Amanda in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Gungahlin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, even compared to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Melaka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Raya&lt;/span&gt; in Malacca, (or to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Taipan&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;USJ&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Gungahlin&lt;/span&gt; town center is just like this: 2 long streets that crosses and a few 2-level buildings with shops in it. Yes, it is PRETTY small for a town center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-nABc6AU0I/AAAAAAAAAes/-iGYMD7cUj8/s1600-h/DSC06283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-nABc6AU0I/AAAAAAAAAes/-iGYMD7cUj8/s400/DSC06283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181883977438352194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Gungahlin&lt;/span&gt; Marketplace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-omRc6AU_I/AAAAAAAAAgE/-G9ihSlpeb0/s1600-h/800px-Gungahlin_marketplace_street.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-omRc6AU_I/AAAAAAAAAgE/-G9ihSlpeb0/s400/800px-Gungahlin_marketplace_street.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181996402502292466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A cool clock. With the digits representing some Australian figure or symbol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides having a few Chinese restaurants, pizza shops or fast-food joints, the Marketplace has a few departmental stores, such as Big W, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Coles&lt;/span&gt; and my favourite, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Aldi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-nAB86AU1I/AAAAAAAAAe0/eFr1jCNkbg4/s1600-h/DSC06284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-nAB86AU1I/AAAAAAAAAe0/eFr1jCNkbg4/s400/DSC06284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181883986028286802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Told you that it is a long street with 2-level buildings. The sight is pretty plain actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-nACc6AU3I/AAAAAAAAAfE/SW54Cr3UUtU/s1600-h/DSC06287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-nACc6AU3I/AAAAAAAAAfE/SW54Cr3UUtU/s400/DSC06287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181883994618221426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The other long street that crosses the street in the previous picture. (Honestly I don't know what the names of the streets are. Shame on me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-nACM6AU2I/AAAAAAAAAe8/GrCwkJ69ZEo/s1600-h/DSC06286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-nACM6AU2I/AAAAAAAAAe8/GrCwkJ69ZEo/s400/DSC06286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181883990323254114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The sight is not plain anymore, with a model in it; Amanda =) and with a Mercedes Benz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one thing that I like about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Gungahlin&lt;/span&gt; more; it looks new. Compared to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Belconnen&lt;/span&gt;, Dickson or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Woden&lt;/span&gt;, the buildings here look much newer and more well designed. Even the interiors of the shopping malls look better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-nAgc6AU7I/AAAAAAAAAfk/vONdWm8Eevw/s1600-h/DSC06280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-nAgc6AU7I/AAAAAAAAAfk/vONdWm8Eevw/s400/DSC06280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181884510014297010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amanda in front of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Mako&lt;/span&gt; Bar, one of the cafes around the Marketplace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-nAg86AU8I/AAAAAAAAAfs/FECZAjvA9Oo/s1600-h/DSC06281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-nAg86AU8I/AAAAAAAAAfs/FECZAjvA9Oo/s400/DSC06281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181884518604231618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now tell me, does the interior look nice mate? Certainly does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the MAIN reason for students of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ANU&lt;/span&gt; to sit a long 25 minutes bus ride is not to look at buildings or fancy the long streets that cross at a perfect right angle, but to buy cheap &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;asian&lt;/span&gt; groceries from a place called the Hub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Vietnamese spring rolls to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Roti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Canai&lt;/span&gt;, from Japanese Tofu to Indian Curry Powder, the Hub has everything that you want, especially when you are from Malaysia: the home of good food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-nAC86AU4I/AAAAAAAAAfM/Ns8PsitxKxY/s1600-h/DSC06288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-nAC86AU4I/AAAAAAAAAfM/Ns8PsitxKxY/s400/DSC06288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181884003208156034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the Hub.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And with lots of groceries in our hands, I can't take any more pictures but all I can say is that for any Malaysians in Australia who are reading this, I have man &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;tao&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;miso&lt;/span&gt; soup while you DON'T. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3141748068360757193-1678700590869754900?l=amandagene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/feeds/1678700590869754900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3141748068360757193&amp;postID=1678700590869754900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/1678700590869754900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/1678700590869754900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/2008/03/gunghalin-shopping-for-groceries.html' title='Gungahlin - Shopping for groceries'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824727628026938263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVOcnaDft_I/AAAAAAAABYU/GQd8IAYMrjs/S220/DSC01235.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-nKGc6AU-I/AAAAAAAAAf8/lWLAAVSZgrA/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3141748068360757193.post-3596584516844261537</id><published>2008-03-25T12:39:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T15:03:45.453+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss Malaysia [Part I] - Chinese New Year's Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-hfYc6AUwI/AAAAAAAAAeE/2nadd-ZrKVQ/s1600-h/DSC05859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-hfYc6AUwI/AAAAAAAAAeE/2nadd-ZrKVQ/s400/DSC05859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181496244970738434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meant to put this up last month, but well, been busy =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always remember my Dad as someone who loves staying at home when there are any big celebrations like New Year's Eve or other big public holidays that has celebrations outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-hfXc6AUtI/AAAAAAAAAds/E8vEnsoAHkY/s1600-h/DSC05855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-hfXc6AUtI/AAAAAAAAAds/E8vEnsoAHkY/s400/DSC05855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181496227790869202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Behold, the sight for sore eyes : Cendol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;BUT not this year! I recalled that I was actually online writing a post for my blog where my Dad got so enthusiastic asking everyone in the house to get dressed and saying "let's go to Jonker Walk, I want to eat the cendol there".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you really are a cendol lover, I could send you the picture of the shops name and you can head there yourself. The above picture is from another shop which is slightly inferior to the one i frequent. Nevertheless, it is still quite yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-hebM6AUqI/AAAAAAAAAdU/zzSoLgKvSog/s1600-h/DSC05849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-hebM6AUqI/AAAAAAAAAdU/zzSoLgKvSog/s320/DSC05849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181495192703750818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One of the alleys leading to Jonker Walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we are off to the very long, crowded and sweaty lane of Jonker Walk - a high class "pasar malam" where you can get everything, from bubble tea to beers and from expensive silk cheongsams to cheap sandals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-hfZM6AUxI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QR0SeZXtfpI/s1600-h/DSC05860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-hfZM6AUxI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QR0SeZXtfpI/s400/DSC05860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181496257855640338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cheap thongs and sandals; ranging from RM5 to RM 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having to crawl in the traffic for about 30 minutes it was actually quite a sight to behold. Red lanterns decorated the night and specially red spot-lights that were put up by the government adds to the New Year's ambience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-heas6AUpI/AAAAAAAAAdM/8_dEX4FOALE/s1600-h/DSC05847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-heas6AUpI/AAAAAAAAAdM/8_dEX4FOALE/s320/DSC05847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181495184113816210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The ambience of CNY fills the night as red spot-lights decorated the walls of these historical buildings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-hqnc6AUzI/AAAAAAAAAec/f8urxLJ0nC4/s1600-h/DSC05872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-hqnc6AUzI/AAAAAAAAAec/f8urxLJ0nC4/s400/DSC05872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181508597296681778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;POLIS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;-- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jangan&lt;/span&gt; main-main &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;atau&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kena&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pau&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nanti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;bayar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;saman&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One could witness an almost bumper to bumper traffic crawl in the heart of Malacca City and policemen with their motorcycles scouring the city floor to direct the traffic&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (or other reasons that I would not say - but you already KNOW-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;LAH&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-heb86AUsI/AAAAAAAAAdk/UDcMX1kN98Q/s1600-h/DSC05852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-heb86AUsI/AAAAAAAAAdk/UDcMX1kN98Q/s320/DSC05852.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181495205588652738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The crowded alley of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Jonker&lt;/span&gt; Walk; home of stories of blood, sweat and tears (actually you smell sweaty arm-pits more)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Jonker&lt;/span&gt; Walk was EXTRA congested on the eve of the year of the Rat. You can see families hanging out together or friends gathering with each other, adding to the mood of get-together. Temples near the Walk have special prayers for good wishes and prosperity for the coming new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-hebc6AUrI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Ol4xPax4eHI/s1600-h/DSC05851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-hebc6AUrI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Ol4xPax4eHI/s320/DSC05851.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181495196998718130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Outside a shop: The shop-owner holds special prayers for prosperity and for more "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;chai&lt;/span&gt;" to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An occasional youngster which carries the brand "Ah-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Beng&lt;/span&gt;/Ah-Lian" adds more to the mood that it really is a Chinese celebration. I guess today is the day where they can brag to their friends which brand of hair wax or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;gell&lt;/span&gt; that they use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that sets &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Jonker&lt;/span&gt; Walk apart from an ordinary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;pasar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;malam&lt;/span&gt; is that they have a stage! On every major celebration like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;CNY&lt;/span&gt; or Christmas, they have performances such as singing, dancing, lion dance or magic acts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-hfYM6AUvI/AAAAAAAAAd8/3n_6faQzMgU/s1600-h/DSC05858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-hfYM6AUvI/AAAAAAAAAd8/3n_6faQzMgU/s400/DSC05858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181496240675771122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The area near the stage where the performances are held.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-hfX86AUuI/AAAAAAAAAd0/INO56luD1cU/s1600-h/DSC05857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-hfX86AUuI/AAAAAAAAAd0/INO56luD1cU/s400/DSC05857.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181496236380803810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The stage which I was talking about. And the sea of people crowding around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that is all I can remember from a night from 1 month ago. I really miss the hot, humid weather sometimes (but I am glad that I am in Australia still). I really miss the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;cendol&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Jonker&lt;/span&gt; Walk but most of all, I miss the spirit of get-togetherness with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-hqms6AUyI/AAAAAAAAAeU/JLjXWFZ8Mug/s1600-h/DSC05869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-hqms6AUyI/AAAAAAAAAeU/JLjXWFZ8Mug/s400/DSC05869.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181508584411779874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And finally, a picture to end this post. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Toodles&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3141748068360757193-3596584516844261537?l=amandagene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/feeds/3596584516844261537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3141748068360757193&amp;postID=3596584516844261537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/3596584516844261537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/3596584516844261537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-miss-malaysia-part-i-chinese-new.html' title='I miss Malaysia [Part I] - Chinese New Year&apos;s Eve'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824727628026938263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVOcnaDft_I/AAAAAAAABYU/GQd8IAYMrjs/S220/DSC01235.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R-hfYc6AUwI/AAAAAAAAAeE/2nadd-ZrKVQ/s72-c/DSC05859.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3141748068360757193.post-6961745253724311909</id><published>2008-03-10T23:15:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T23:21:07.695+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Candle In the Wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"And it seems to me you lived your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like a candle in the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never fading with the sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When the rain set in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And your footsteps will always fall you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Along England's greenest hills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your candle's burned out long before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your legend never will"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To my dearest cousin, this song will always play in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It is easy how someone can just go away just like that. It has been 3 days but the sorrow and the loss can still be deeply felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will never know when you will ever lose that special someone. All I can say is that treasure everything around you while you can. Because our lives after all, are like a candle in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be missing you dear cousin.&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/3141748068360757193-6961745253724311909?l=amandagene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/feeds/6961745253724311909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3141748068360757193&amp;postID=6961745253724311909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/6961745253724311909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/6961745253724311909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/2008/03/candle-in-wind.html' title='Candle In the Wind'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824727628026938263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVOcnaDft_I/AAAAAAAABYU/GQd8IAYMrjs/S220/DSC01235.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3141748068360757193.post-46120211496041612</id><published>2008-03-02T23:17:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T21:20:21.424+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Brand Depot  In Canberra</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173131520046704290" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R8qntYTCpqI/AAAAAAAAAcs/-yS3W6Vnay0/s320/logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One thing that every shopping lovers in Canberra will come to know and love; Brand Depot. It is a factory retail outlet where almost every good there are sold at a discounted price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news for students living in Canberra - a way to kill time and get together with friends.&lt;br /&gt;Bad news for parents NOT living in Canberra - a way the holes in their pockets get bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R8qns4TCppI/AAAAAAAAAck/CXJA0nqx_GE/s1600-h/aerialimage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173131511456769682" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R8qns4TCppI/AAAAAAAAAck/CXJA0nqx_GE/s320/aerialimage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bird's eye view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it seems pretty far from the city, it is a mere 20 minutes bus ride from the city. It is an express bus that heads only to the airport and brand depot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Note: Brand depot is somewhere near the airport. One could see the terminal and runway track on the way to the outlet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole place is the size of a warehouse, with many individual shops and stores separated by thin walls. I would say the whole building may be as long as a football field but half the width.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R8qnGYTCplI/AAAAAAAAAcE/12cO145yA7E/s1600-h/DSC06098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173130850031806034" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R8qnGYTCplI/AAAAAAAAAcE/12cO145yA7E/s320/DSC06098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One can witness many shops and the walkway stretches on and on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly speaking, this place is not really meant for guys as men's clothing are still a bit expensive (after the AUD-RM currency exchange rate comes to play). But, it is a haven for girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls can buy almost everything here for themselves. For blouses and tops (of all kinds; tubes, tank tops, spaghetti straps, etc), the cheapest price that I know is AUD 3 and price ranges from AUD 5 to AUD 20 for the really discounted ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R8qnGoTCpmI/AAAAAAAAAcM/8-dZePb0LFc/s1600-h/DSC06099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173130854326773346" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R8qnGoTCpmI/AAAAAAAAAcM/8-dZePb0LFc/s320/DSC06099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Girls are always indecisive when comes to clothes, that's why they have guys to wait for them. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, they still have more expensive garments available, but knowing our status as students and our "Kiam-Siap" (stingy) behavior, we prefer going for cheaper stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For guys, well, the best offers here are mostly sport shoes, leather jackets and jumpers. I myself bought one BUM jacket for only AUD 10.00 which is comparatively cheaper than anywhere else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R8qnHoTCpoI/AAAAAAAAAcc/o953ixX_FSk/s1600-h/DSC06101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173130871506642562" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R8qnHoTCpoI/AAAAAAAAAcc/o953ixX_FSk/s320/DSC06101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They do have seats along the walk-way, just in case you get tired and a cafeteria at the back of the building for refreshments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R8qnHITCpnI/AAAAAAAAAcU/96SVVg2lOEw/s1600-h/DSC06100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173130862916707954" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R8qnHITCpnI/AAAAAAAAAcU/96SVVg2lOEw/s320/DSC06100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brand Depot, girls favorite shopping place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The building layout however, do irritates shoppers sometimes. The place is in the shape of a rectangle with shops in the center and along the side. The refectory is situated at the back of the building along with the only toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it happened to me before where I had a sudden urge to relief myself of my natural instincts to pee. I have to run around the shops in the center just to get to the back of the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if the architects for this building have any bladder or not they forgot to make the toilet a little more accessible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R8qimYTCpgI/AAAAAAAAAbc/WaiP3rLGOt4/s1600-h/DSC06104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173125902229480962" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R8qimYTCpgI/AAAAAAAAAbc/WaiP3rLGOt4/s320/DSC06104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173125945179153986" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R8qio4TCpkI/AAAAAAAAAb8/ycapD3dzGWE/s320/DSC06102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crazy discounts are everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the place is situated near the airport, one can notice how large the place is as it is one building that stands out on the plains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R8qinYTCphI/AAAAAAAAAbk/LisixqoqnQc/s1600-h/DSC06105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173125919409350162" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R8qinYTCphI/AAAAAAAAAbk/LisixqoqnQc/s320/DSC06105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R8qinoTCpiI/AAAAAAAAAbs/6kmhDzgg6Lc/s1600-h/DSC06106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173125923704317474" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R8qinoTCpiI/AAAAAAAAAbs/6kmhDzgg6Lc/s320/DSC06106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pictures of Brand Depot Entrance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R8qioYTCpjI/AAAAAAAAAb0/GkIFzCwpws8/s1600-h/DSC06107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173125936589219378" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R8qioYTCpjI/AAAAAAAAAb0/GkIFzCwpws8/s320/DSC06107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Notice the happy shoppers and their merchandise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that is all I can write about Brand Depot for now. Back to work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3141748068360757193-46120211496041612?l=amandagene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/feeds/46120211496041612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3141748068360757193&amp;postID=46120211496041612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/46120211496041612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/46120211496041612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/2008/03/brand-depot-in-canberra.html' title='Brand Depot  In Canberra'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824727628026938263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVOcnaDft_I/AAAAAAAABYU/GQd8IAYMrjs/S220/DSC01235.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R8qntYTCpqI/AAAAAAAAAcs/-yS3W6Vnay0/s72-c/logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3141748068360757193.post-1051816571707078243</id><published>2008-02-19T21:03:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T01:13:53.233+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The walk to Canberra Centre (Updated)</title><content type='html'>Since the semester has not started yet, I might as well make full use of my spare time posting some pictures of Canberra (for those who might want to have a preview what the city really looks like)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;A brief introduction - Canberra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168690937352630802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7rhBcqvMhI/AAAAAAAAAbU/G5sR06D_xkk/s320/270px-Canberra_locator-MJC.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canberra is the capital city of the Commonwealth of Australia. With a population of over 323,000, it is Australia's largest inland city.&lt;em&gt; (Think it as a place twice the size of the state Malacca and half the population)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city is located at the northern end of the Australian Capital Territory, 280 km south-west of Sydney, and 650 km north-east of Melbourne. &lt;em&gt;(3 hours bus ride to Sydney and 8 hours train + bus ride to Melbourne)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap as you have guessed it, Canberra is an entirely purpose-built, planned city. Everything, from the location of the Parliament House to the suburbs. Even the lake here is man made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following an international contest for the city's design, a design by the Chicago architects Walter Burley Griffin and Marion Mahony Griffin was selected and construction commenced in 1913.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;A tour around Civic, a location near ANU and UniLodge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168632272394334146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qrqsqvL8I/AAAAAAAAAWs/2YWKGFr9vq4/s320/DSC06019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The front view of UniLodge - A parking space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qrrcqvL9I/AAAAAAAAAW0/3-nW5c6jCNc/s1600-h/DSC06021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168632285279236050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qrrcqvL9I/AAAAAAAAAW0/3-nW5c6jCNc/s320/DSC06021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alinga Street City Junction (note that the town is pretty desserted during weekends)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qrr8qvL-I/AAAAAAAAAW8/rn1PTsmbHu8/s1600-h/DSC06023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168632293869170658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qrr8qvL-I/AAAAAAAAAW8/rn1PTsmbHu8/s320/DSC06023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The Parcel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168632298164137970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qrsMqvL_I/AAAAAAAAAXE/WL7Dyqi8I5E/s320/DSC06024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A note about the Parcel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168632306754072578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qrssqvMAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/5kCUIK8RQ0o/s320/DSC06026.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.J's - the best lunches in town with a cheap price.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qsPsqvMBI/AAAAAAAAAXU/X0coS5SLauo/s1600-h/DSC06027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168632908049494034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qsPsqvMBI/AAAAAAAAAXU/X0coS5SLauo/s320/DSC06027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like Malacca, Canberra has a booming tourism industry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qsP8qvMCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/TGgJLG3xlCo/s1600-h/DSC06028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168632912344461346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qsP8qvMCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/TGgJLG3xlCo/s320/DSC06028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The hallway of the buildings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qsQMqvMDI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KdLpPHb6oQQ/s1600-h/DSC06030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168632916639428658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qsQMqvMDI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KdLpPHb6oQQ/s320/DSC06030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A catchy CD promo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qsQ8qvMEI/AAAAAAAAAXs/_W-hpzJqNeQ/s1600-h/DSC06031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168632929524330562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qsQ8qvMEI/AAAAAAAAAXs/_W-hpzJqNeQ/s320/DSC06031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chick2Go a.k.a Ali Baba - A so-so place for kebabs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qswMqvMGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/IqWcKlAUFBU/s1600-h/DSC06033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168633466395242594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qswMqvMGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/IqWcKlAUFBU/s320/DSC06033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The view of Capital Hill. Civic (Canberra's Heart) is almost build around this hill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168632933819297874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qsRMqvMFI/AAAAAAAAAX0/YWUDGpa3ROw/s320/DSC06032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Northbourne Avenue. One of the main streets&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;of Canb&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;erra&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qswsqvMHI/AAAAAAAAAYE/qcuVA-RlAu4/s1600-h/DSC06034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168633474985177202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qswsqvMHI/AAAAAAAAAYE/qcuVA-RlAu4/s320/DSC06034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Civic does not have a proper bus station. But it has a bus terminal like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qsxMqvMII/AAAAAAAAAYM/9ZxbwKZqjBE/s1600-h/DSC06035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168633483575111810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qsxMqvMII/AAAAAAAAAYM/9ZxbwKZqjBE/s320/DSC06035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They have cyber cafe here as well. AUD 2 per hour. They have DOTA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qsxcqvMJI/AAAAAAAAAYU/5DGIEG83rNA/s1600-h/DSC06036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168633487870079122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qsxcqvMJI/AAAAAAAAAYU/5DGIEG83rNA/s320/DSC06036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Pancake Parlour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qsx8qvMKI/AAAAAAAAAYc/s_q_A0QL_HY/s1600-h/DSC06037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168633496460013730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qsx8qvMKI/AAAAAAAAAYc/s_q_A0QL_HY/s320/DSC06037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's a good place to eat once in a while if you are up for it. It's pretty good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qwIsqvMfI/AAAAAAAAAbE/OVUbpQT35z8/s1600-h/DSC06038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168637185836921330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qwIsqvMfI/AAAAAAAAAbE/OVUbpQT35z8/s320/DSC06038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The entrance for Garema Place - That's what they call their main business centre where all the shops are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qwJMqvMgI/AAAAAAAAAbM/ly_hmRWtsvw/s1600-h/DSC06039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168637194426855938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qwJMqvMgI/AAAAAAAAAbM/ly_hmRWtsvw/s320/DSC06039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Kim's Groceries. Do NOT buy Asian stuff from here except if you are desperate, for the pricesare quite expensive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qv5MqvMaI/AAAAAAAAAac/jMziPZxZ654/s1600-h/DSC06040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168636919548948898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qv5MqvMaI/AAAAAAAAAac/jMziPZxZ654/s320/DSC06040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Coscut Cosmetics - Not a bad place to buy shampoo, soap and other stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qv58qvMbI/AAAAAAAAAak/yooaQUqcs2I/s1600-h/DSC06041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168636932433850802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qv58qvMbI/AAAAAAAAAak/yooaQUqcs2I/s320/DSC06041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; A small part of Garema Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qv6cqvMcI/AAAAAAAAAas/rk5NVDhq9RE/s1600-h/DSC06043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168636941023785410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qv6cqvMcI/AAAAAAAAAas/rk5NVDhq9RE/s320/DSC06043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Centrepoint - Garema Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qv68qvMdI/AAAAAAAAAa0/_jtpInG-XFY/s1600-h/DSC06044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168636949613720018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qv68qvMdI/AAAAAAAAAa0/_jtpInG-XFY/s320/DSC06044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One of the attractions in Garema Place - A merry-go-round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qv7cqvMeI/AAAAAAAAAa8/9VhwjkhAMyU/s1600-h/DSC06045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168636958203654626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qv7cqvMeI/AAAAAAAAAa8/9VhwjkhAMyU/s320/DSC06045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The slightly pornographic sheep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qvScqvMVI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/hwgkDESdGjs/s1600-h/DSC06046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168636253829017938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qvScqvMVI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/hwgkDESdGjs/s320/DSC06046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seeeee what I mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qvS8qvMWI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/_7qDy-3wGtk/s1600-h/DSC06047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168636262418952546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qvS8qvMWI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/_7qDy-3wGtk/s320/DSC06047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Canberra Centre - The old wing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qvTMqvMXI/AAAAAAAAAaE/h241h15kV-s/s1600-h/DSC06048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168636266713919858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qvTMqvMXI/AAAAAAAAAaE/h241h15kV-s/s320/DSC06048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The front view of the Centre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qvTsqvMYI/AAAAAAAAAaM/AGefs3JueGI/s1600-h/DSC06049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168636275303854466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qvTsqvMYI/AAAAAAAAAaM/AGefs3JueGI/s320/DSC06049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The view of the Centre's Food Junction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qvUMqvMZI/AAAAAAAAAaU/MHLqj7qA93U/s1600-h/DSC06051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168636283893789074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qvUMqvMZI/AAAAAAAAAaU/MHLqj7qA93U/s320/DSC06051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hot Dollar - A really cheap place to buy kitchen utensiles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qudcqvMQI/AAAAAAAAAZM/fH5dD0AZx1s/s1600-h/DSC06053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168635343295951106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qudcqvMQI/AAAAAAAAAZM/fH5dD0AZx1s/s320/DSC06053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gelatissimo - Nicer than Malaysian branches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qud8qvMRI/AAAAAAAAAZU/fuyWdYH72Ig/s1600-h/DSC06054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168635351885885714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qud8qvMRI/AAAAAAAAAZU/fuyWdYH72Ig/s320/DSC06054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Their Summer Sorbet offer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7quecqvMSI/AAAAAAAAAZc/hVzaiHE0LJs/s1600-h/DSC06057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168635360475820322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7quecqvMSI/AAAAAAAAAZc/hVzaiHE0LJs/s320/DSC06057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Supre - A place where girls go mad about clothes, like Amanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qufMqvMTI/AAAAAAAAAZk/x3PmifhYN8A/s1600-h/DSC06058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168635373360722226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qufMqvMTI/AAAAAAAAAZk/x3PmifhYN8A/s320/DSC06058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The back entrance of Canberra Centre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qufcqvMUI/AAAAAAAAAZs/JKditDLFMM8/s1600-h/DSC06061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168635377655689538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qufcqvMUI/AAAAAAAAAZs/JKditDLFMM8/s320/DSC06061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The new wing of Canberra Centre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qt68qvMLI/AAAAAAAAAYk/kx-740ymIBc/s1600-h/DSC06063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168634750590464178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qt68qvMLI/AAAAAAAAAYk/kx-740ymIBc/s320/DSC06063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Big W - We sell for less. Big Whoopiedo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qt7cqvMMI/AAAAAAAAAYs/DqOFKvikpZI/s1600-h/DSC06064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168634759180398786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qt7cqvMMI/AAAAAAAAAYs/DqOFKvikpZI/s320/DSC06064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A mock-shot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qt7sqvMNI/AAAAAAAAAY0/oLGfMm8vowk/s1600-h/DSC06066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168634763475366098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qt7sqvMNI/AAAAAAAAAY0/oLGfMm8vowk/s320/DSC06066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Some deco in the mall, I think it's pretty artistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qt8MqvMOI/AAAAAAAAAY8/_z5BJumyvu0/s1600-h/DSC06070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168634772065300706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qt8MqvMOI/AAAAAAAAAY8/_z5BJumyvu0/s320/DSC06070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7.10 p.m. and it's still so bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qt8cqvMPI/AAAAAAAAAZE/-TfM_Z7ctG0/s1600-h/DSC06072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168634776360268018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7qt8cqvMPI/AAAAAAAAAZE/-TfM_Z7ctG0/s320/DSC06072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And finally, some chopped bicycles. This guy studies in ANU by the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess that is a wrap for now. I will write more about Canberra in times to come, so stay tuned ! Good night and good day, mate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3141748068360757193-1051816571707078243?l=amandagene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/feeds/1051816571707078243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3141748068360757193&amp;postID=1051816571707078243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/1051816571707078243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/1051816571707078243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/2008/02/walk-to-canberra-centre.html' title='The walk to Canberra Centre (Updated)'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824727628026938263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVOcnaDft_I/AAAAAAAABYU/GQd8IAYMrjs/S220/DSC01235.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7rhBcqvMhI/AAAAAAAAAbU/G5sR06D_xkk/s72-c/270px-Canberra_locator-MJC.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3141748068360757193.post-3638168206995342235</id><published>2008-02-16T21:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T23:17:52.870+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A belated Valentine's Day Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ever since we got back to Canberra, we hav gotten pretty busy packing our rooms respectively and buying groceries and items needed. Thus, that explains why I do post anything regarding February the 14th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The boring part - Facts about Valentine' Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7lolsqvLvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/t-MPBveWMGk/s1600-h/valentines_history_p2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168277044239216370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7lolsqvLvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/t-MPBveWMGk/s320/valentines_history_p2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Valentine's Day has been on for a long, long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every February all across the country and the world, candy, flowers, gifts, sweet and mushy words of love are exchanged between loved ones, all in the name of St. Valentine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7lolcqvLtI/AAAAAAAAAU0/svCgJDZYRuw/s1600-h/cupid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168277039944249042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7lolcqvLtI/AAAAAAAAAU0/svCgJDZYRuw/s320/cupid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love is all around, poor cupid dies from exhaustion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a pretty long and boring story but to cut the long story short, St. Valentine's Day is a combines vestiges of both Christian and Roman tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big &lt;strong&gt;QUESTION&lt;/strong&gt;: Who was this St. Valentine and how did he become associated with this age old ocassion? The big &lt;strong&gt;ANSWER&lt;/strong&gt;: It is the name of Saints who were martyred (Saint Valentine or sometimes known as Valentinus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7lrCMqvLzI/AAAAAAAAAVk/V3mD4GMe36A/s1600-h/DSC05989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168279732888743730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7lrCMqvLzI/AAAAAAAAAVk/V3mD4GMe36A/s320/DSC05989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A book store in Canberra with one of their whiteboard ads.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Valentine was a priest who served during the third century in Rome. When Emperor Claudies II outlawed young men from marriage (as he requires them as soldiers more than people making love in bed), Valentine realized the injustice in this decree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignoring the emperor's commands, he secretly performed marriages for young couples. When he was discovered, he was ordered to put to death. The main story happened before his death during his remaining life in the jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7lrBsqvLyI/AAAAAAAAAVc/cANmrzTqLps/s1600-h/vday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168279724298809122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7lrBsqvLyI/AAAAAAAAAVc/cANmrzTqLps/s320/vday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Needs more love =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few versions of how this day came about but my favourite one is about Valentine himself. Legend holds that while being held in prison, Valentine fell in love with the jailor's beautiful daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jailor's daughter visited him once in the prison thus captivate him with her beauty. The letter which was sent secretly to the daughter was signed as "From your Valentine", which became today's expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7lzb8qvL7I/AAAAAAAAAWk/gjuL--3Q0mc/s1600-h/30306RedHotLovers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168288971363397554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7lzb8qvL7I/AAAAAAAAAWk/gjuL--3Q0mc/s320/30306RedHotLovers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like cupid, the old man died from too much love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the truth behind this legend is hard to be proven, the stories that were handed down through generations certainly emphasize his characteristics as a sympathetic, heroic and most importantly a romantic figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7lol8qvLwI/AAAAAAAAAVM/wQST82VDA44/s1600-h/valentines-day-eggs-kitchen-gadget-2-6-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168277048534183682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7lol8qvLwI/AAAAAAAAAVM/wQST82VDA44/s320/valentines-day-eggs-kitchen-gadget-2-6-07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love is all around, with round yolks and white hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever wondered who this mysterious person is and why do we really celebrate this holiday? Well, I did a little research about it. (As I do not want to just talk about myself, spare me the hassle alright?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The real stuff - How do you prepare yourself for the BIG DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;1. Plan Ahead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7lolcqvLuI/AAAAAAAAAU8/BckmM_NADGA/s1600-h/valentines07_treats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168277039944249058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7lolcqvLuI/AAAAAAAAAU8/BckmM_NADGA/s320/valentines07_treats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some sweetness for this sweet day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;love sick girl: Why you didn't bring me go anyway dearrr? *sulks*&lt;br /&gt;love sick boy : Sorry la darlinnnggg, I didn't book any place...&lt;br /&gt;love sick girl: Yerrrr... why you so not romantic one? Why you cannot.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;love sick girl: Aiyer? Why no flowers one? My girlfriend got 888 roses why I got ze-lo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;love sick boy: I forgot la, plus no money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So to avoid getting into these sticky situatio which may threaten your relationship, book your valentine's dinner ahead or buy early presents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;2. Guys, do not try too hard. Girls, do not expect too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As long as you guys are happy having each other during this special day, that's all you need - love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7lrDMqvL1I/AAAAAAAAAV0/ilmUPovzz10/s1600-h/DSC05991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168279750068612946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7lrDMqvL1I/AAAAAAAAAV0/ilmUPovzz10/s320/DSC05991.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Blow Him Away : The Lowdown on Going Down. Girls, get them and READ them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, a simple card or a small teddy bear key-chain will certainly make her day, and a big hug plus a kis will make his day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give and take!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Safety first.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7lzbMqvL6I/AAAAAAAAAWc/wok0Fj5qBFQ/s1600-h/condomep7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168288958478495650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7lzbMqvL6I/AAAAAAAAAWc/wok0Fj5qBFQ/s320/condomep7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Always use love-doms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you guys are really feeling the L.O.V.E (the lurrrrveeee), make sure you guys know where you are heading to avoid any unwanted events. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7lomMqvLxI/AAAAAAAAAVU/z7CxUV6dVfk/s1600-h/valfunny4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168277052829150994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7lomMqvLxI/AAAAAAAAAVU/z7CxUV6dVfk/s320/valfunny4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seen in a clinic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7lrCsqvL0I/AAAAAAAAAVs/udV4uUohOK8/s1600-h/DSC05990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168279741478678338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7lrCsqvL0I/AAAAAAAAAVs/udV4uUohOK8/s320/DSC05990.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Another book about the big L : Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for Amanda and myself ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7lrDcqvL2I/AAAAAAAAAV8/Na60rOmzQ0w/s1600-h/DSC05992.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168279754363580258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7lrDcqvL2I/AAAAAAAAAV8/Na60rOmzQ0w/s320/DSC05992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A Chocolate Swiss Mountain Malt for two please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went around Canberra City in search for a restaurant for a romantic dinner but it was way above our budget. So we ended up eating in Pancake Parlour. Not a bad place to hang out and to dig in, except for the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7lzZsqvL3I/AAAAAAAAAWE/HqOoQ8Is0LQ/s1600-h/DSC05993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168288932708691826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7lzZsqvL3I/AAAAAAAAAWE/HqOoQ8Is0LQ/s320/DSC05993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some other couples in the Parlour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7lzacqvL4I/AAAAAAAAAWM/CW7_gqtYnio/s1600-h/DSC05994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168288945593593730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7lzacqvL4I/AAAAAAAAAWM/CW7_gqtYnio/s320/DSC05994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mexican Chicken Crepe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7lzbMqvL5I/AAAAAAAAAWU/1CKFJvsztaY/s1600-h/DSC05996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168288958478495634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7lzbMqvL5I/AAAAAAAAAWU/1CKFJvsztaY/s320/DSC05996.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the Tabriz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;To me dear, you are the sweetest Valentine that ever happened in my life, not just the February the 14th but everyday,everytime, all the time. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3141748068360757193-3638168206995342235?l=amandagene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/feeds/3638168206995342235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3141748068360757193&amp;postID=3638168206995342235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/3638168206995342235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/3638168206995342235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/2008/02/belated-valentines-day-post.html' title='A belated Valentine&apos;s Day Post'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824727628026938263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVOcnaDft_I/AAAAAAAABYU/GQd8IAYMrjs/S220/DSC01235.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7lolsqvLvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/t-MPBveWMGk/s72-c/valentines_history_p2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3141748068360757193.post-8595412266717053257</id><published>2008-02-15T01:12:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T13:09:05.704+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Canberra</title><content type='html'>After three months of a LooOoooOooOOnnNngG holiday here I am back in Canberra. It was a heavy hearted good-bye for me to my home in Malacca as it is the place where everything is taken care of for me but here in Canberra, I have to do everything myself (with Amanda of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am certainly going to miss the food in Malacca, the cheap proper sized pool tables back home, my house, my mum's home-cooked food but most of all, my family. It is their company that I will always be thinking of and always be waiting to come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok, cut the mushy and emotional stuff. Back to OZ land and ANU as a student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Question:&lt;/strong&gt; How do yo equate the trip back to Canberra?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Answer:&lt;/strong&gt; Going back to Canberra = 8 hours' flight + 3 hours bus ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Care to explain the equation? Sure, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7Re6cqvLlI/AAAAAAAAAT0/7SqwsnGnApk/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166859030721670738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7Re6cqvLlI/AAAAAAAAAT0/7SqwsnGnApk/s200/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jetstar Airlines - Cheap flights, low fares all day everyday from Australia's newest cheap fare airlines. People say low-cost airplanes aren't that good, safe, reliable, uncomfortable and lousy but here are some facts that I have discovered to prove them wrong (&amp;amp; right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7Re78qvLoI/AAAAAAAAAUM/F9FGWe-PpDM/s1600-h/Jetstar%2520International%2520787-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166859056491474562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7Re78qvLoI/AAAAAAAAAUM/F9FGWe-PpDM/s200/Jetstar%2520International%2520787-8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jetstar Airlines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seats are not small at all and in fact they are pretty spacious with enough leg space for you to stretch (My height is around 176 cm). They are pretty comfortable, equipped with an adjustable seat head rest to prevent nasty neckaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7Re7sqvLnI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AOXCw_WM4uo/s1600-h/jetstar%2520girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166859052196507250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7Re7sqvLnI/AAAAAAAAAUE/AOXCw_WM4uo/s200/jetstar%2520girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some ad I found at the Sydney International Airport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like all low cost airplanes, every seat do not have an individual LCD screen in front of you, but they do have a screen in the middle every 6 seats, so it is pretty okay to watch movies. Cabin crew are friendly (like all other airlines).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7RkNsqvLpI/AAAAAAAAAUU/MWIOHu4qkt0/s1600-h/starclass_seat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166864858992291474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7RkNsqvLpI/AAAAAAAAAUU/MWIOHu4qkt0/s320/starclass_seat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Economy Class Seats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food and drinks, those you need to purchase yourselves. However, plain water is free and that is the main reason why it is "out of stock" within the first 3 hours of the flight (I asked for water and they gave me one of the last bottles - or so they proclaim). Do pack some sandwiches or bread if you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7RkOsqvLrI/AAAAAAAAAUk/PJh9CXvgApk/s1600-h/DSC05978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166864876172160690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7RkOsqvLrI/AAAAAAAAAUk/PJh9CXvgApk/s320/DSC05978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The view of sunrise throught the window. Awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda and myself were given the seat which is nearer to the toilet. At first thought, it was a good idea but on board it was an unbearable one (literally speaking). The toilet door and the walls were pretty thin and when someone farts, you can have an audible sound of *poooooot*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7RkOcqvLqI/AAAAAAAAAUc/yUjs8a4jeiM/s1600-h/DSC05972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166864871877193378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7RkOcqvLqI/AAAAAAAAAUc/yUjs8a4jeiM/s320/DSC05972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The isle of the cabine. Note the LCD screens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it gets better. Your olfactory will have a major meltdown if you were to smell what I have. There were four instances where certain passengers answered the call of nature onboard in the toilet. Imagine the stench! Other passenger beside me were either covering their nose, fanning their faces with paper or taking out deodorants. (Amanda slept through all of them except one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight was pretty smooth, just some minor turbulence. I hope the minor details above will give you an impression of what to expect and experience when you are sitting a low cost carrier. It is not bad at all except for the foul stench that comes from the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, for movie addicts you can order a video on demand pack which they will give you a portable video player throughout the whole flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8 hours flight = Smelly poop stench + Loud audible fart sounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greyhound - Australia's only national coach express. Nothing much I can mention about the bus which is pretty much the same as Malaysia's Transnational or KKKL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7Re6MqvLkI/AAAAAAAAATs/RIZuod2M4jg/s1600-h/53965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166859026426703426" style="CURSOR: hand" height="196" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7Re6MqvLkI/AAAAAAAAATs/RIZuod2M4jg/s200/53965.jpg" width="292" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7RkPMqvLsI/AAAAAAAAAUs/x_6Oty19wXo/s1600-h/DSC05982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166864884762095298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7RkPMqvLsI/AAAAAAAAAUs/x_6Oty19wXo/s320/DSC05982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Greyhound Australia and a picture taken whilst leaving the airport&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was a tiring journey for me. I am one of those people who can never fall asleep on the airplane. Total hours of journey to Canberra ? 8 hours + 3.5 hours bus ride + 2.5 hours of waiting time = 14 hours. Almost a whole day spent on travelling alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7Re68qvLmI/AAAAAAAAAT8/zC7Xz3tV-Ic/s1600-h/jetstar%2439seats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166859039311605346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7Re68qvLmI/AAAAAAAAAT8/zC7Xz3tV-Ic/s200/jetstar%2439seats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you think flying isin't safe, just think that at least you are inside the plane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3141748068360757193-8595412266717053257?l=amandagene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/feeds/8595412266717053257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3141748068360757193&amp;postID=8595412266717053257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/8595412266717053257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/8595412266717053257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/2008/02/back-to-canberra.html' title='Back to Canberra'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824727628026938263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVOcnaDft_I/AAAAAAAABYU/GQd8IAYMrjs/S220/DSC01235.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R7Re6cqvLlI/AAAAAAAAAT0/7SqwsnGnApk/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3141748068360757193.post-3251858676054972482</id><published>2008-02-07T01:50:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T02:53:55.306+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year . Gong Xi  Fatt Chai....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our reunion dinner at friendship Restaurant, Kepong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R6nPii9N1WI/AAAAAAAAAOE/5f2nqWJN6B4/s1600-h/DSC03824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R6nPii9N1WI/AAAAAAAAAOE/5f2nqWJN6B4/s320/DSC03824.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163886640163050850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;LOU SANG.... READY&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R6nPii9N1WI/AAAAAAAAAOE/5f2nqWJN6B4/s1600-h/DSC03824.JPG"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R6nPiy9N1XI/AAAAAAAAAOM/5TptCCNcrsE/s1600-h/DSC03825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R6nPiy9N1XI/AAAAAAAAAOM/5TptCCNcrsE/s320/DSC03825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163886644458018162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;GET SET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R6nPjC9N1YI/AAAAAAAAAOU/9W1CJpsJDXI/s1600-h/DSC03826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R6nPjC9N1YI/AAAAAAAAAOU/9W1CJpsJDXI/s320/DSC03826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163886648752985474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R6nPjC9N1ZI/AAAAAAAAAOc/lm7btQVrIaE/s1600-h/DSC03829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R6nPjC9N1ZI/AAAAAAAAAOc/lm7btQVrIaE/s320/DSC03829.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163886648752985490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guai ling kou.... nyam nyam my final desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Notice something ? I did not snap those main dishes as I was disappointed. All they serve was shark fin, abalone, fish, and prawns. At the end of the day my mom had to order an extra dish for me ( lemon chicken) . Yes, I am allergic to all sea food and it wasn't the 1st time that I had to go through this myself. At the end of the day, all I ate was lemon chicken, yee sang and guai ling kou. That was enough to fill my stomach (thank goodness) . Well, over all it was a satisfying meal for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is shrinking I guess? seems like I tend to bump into people around me easily. Not to mention, even Michelle and Eddie bumped into Lilian Tan. Lucky for her I wasn't there. LOL .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R6nUBS9N1aI/AAAAAAAAAOk/m4VziJjxVYw/s1600-h/DSC03803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R6nUBS9N1aI/AAAAAAAAAOk/m4VziJjxVYw/s320/DSC03803.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163891566490539426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;( I strangle you )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R6nUCC9N1bI/AAAAAAAAAOs/yHH5iPfjco0/s1600-h/DSC03804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R6nUCC9N1bI/AAAAAAAAAOs/yHH5iPfjco0/s320/DSC03804.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163891579375441330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ( you strangle me )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R6nURy9N1cI/AAAAAAAAAO0/RBjF4lv3Dy8/s1600-h/DSC03801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R6nURy9N1cI/AAAAAAAAAO0/RBjF4lv3Dy8/s320/DSC03801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163891849958380994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sweet and adorable couple =) , bump into them at pavillion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last but not least, Good News ! New coming of the year. Let us welcome to our new baby Asam and Laksa. They are not food. They r not what you think they are. They are my new DOGGIES.  Both siblings are called Asam and Laksa. They will be arriving soon anytime this week. Till then more pictures will be uploaded =) . I shall leave the suspense on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy chinese new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3141748068360757193-3251858676054972482?l=amandagene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/feeds/3251858676054972482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3141748068360757193&amp;postID=3251858676054972482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/3251858676054972482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/3251858676054972482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year'/><author><name>Amanda Choong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02731026681486225754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3k3w_AMSOI/AAAAAAAAABA/2Qa3LtxFhF0/S220/DSC00302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R6nPii9N1WI/AAAAAAAAAOE/5f2nqWJN6B4/s72-c/DSC03824.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3141748068360757193.post-4032888730390077294</id><published>2008-02-06T23:16:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T04:25:54.203+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuantan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Disclaimer: To fellow bloggers or visitors who are from Kuantan, please do not be offended by the details in this post. It is just a note on my experience at your lovely home-town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Introduction&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6mon_6V26I/AAAAAAAAAOk/dxsbyoapQ6Q/s1600-h/800px-Kuantan_Street_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163843852881484706" style="WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" height="194" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6mon_6V26I/AAAAAAAAAOk/dxsbyoapQ6Q/s320/800px-Kuantan_Street_004.jpg" width="267" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6mon_6V27I/AAAAAAAAAOs/GWVt3DMcqqM/s1600-h/800px-Kuantan_Street_-_new_%2526_old_buildings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163843852881484722" style="WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" height="224" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6mon_6V27I/AAAAAAAAAOs/GWVt3DMcqqM/s320/800px-Kuantan_Street_-_new_%2526_old_buildings.jpg" width="270" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The streets of Kuantan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuantan is the state capital of Pahang, the largest state in Malaysia. This city is founded in the 1850s. Overall, the city does not have many tall buildings nor huge shopping malls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6monv6V25I/AAAAAAAAAOc/LTlZI-FCOg4/s1600-h/250px-Pahang_state_mosque.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163843848586517394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6monv6V25I/AAAAAAAAAOc/LTlZI-FCOg4/s320/250px-Pahang_state_mosque.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The state capital mosque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The place is pretty laid back and rather modest looking. The main city area only stretches not more than 6 or 7 blocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surrounding the parameter of the city are housing estates; the brick-buildings closer to town and the kampung fashioned houses situated further away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top Three Reasons to Have a Holiday in Kuantan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Very F.R.E.S.H seafood! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6mr8f6V29I/AAAAAAAAAO8/8NZMuRYIedA/s1600-h/DSC05643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163847503603686354" style="WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px" height="205" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6mr8f6V29I/AAAAAAAAAO8/8NZMuRYIedA/s320/DSC05643.JPG" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pak Su Seafood Restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6msW_6V3BI/AAAAAAAAAPc/02kt2WPTiWw/s1600-h/DSC05653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163847958870219794" style="WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" height="200" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6msW_6V3BI/AAAAAAAAAPc/02kt2WPTiWw/s320/DSC05653.JPG" width="257" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6msXf6V3CI/AAAAAAAAAPk/cnoCk1N5pns/s1600-h/DSC05645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163847967460154402" style="WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px" height="202" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6msXf6V3CI/AAAAAAAAAPk/cnoCk1N5pns/s320/DSC05645.JPG" width="279" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cheese Lobster and the crowd at the restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6mr7_6V28I/AAAAAAAAAO0/pA0wuZQE-18/s1600-h/DSC05640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163847495013751746" style="WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" height="211" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6mr7_6V28I/AAAAAAAAAO0/pA0wuZQE-18/s320/DSC05640.JPG" width="284" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6mr8_6V2-I/AAAAAAAAAPE/cXg1BtW8Nw8/s1600-h/DSC05648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163847512193620962" style="WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" height="187" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6mr8_6V2-I/AAAAAAAAAPE/cXg1BtW8Nw8/s320/DSC05648.JPG" width="264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Black Pepper Crabs and the display of fresh seafood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6mr9f6V2_I/AAAAAAAAAPM/yoGSJiA4KuU/s1600-h/DSC05647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163847520783555570" style="WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" height="186" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6mr9f6V2_I/AAAAAAAAAPM/yoGSJiA4KuU/s320/DSC05647.JPG" width="252" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6mr9v6V3AI/AAAAAAAAAPU/dv1H7jl0kyw/s1600-h/DSC05650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163847525078522882" style="WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" height="192" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6mr9v6V3AI/AAAAAAAAAPU/dv1H7jl0kyw/s320/DSC05650.JPG" width="268" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Braised Tofu and Steamed Dragon Fish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Apart from tourism, the fishing industry plays a vital role in the state capital's economy. Fresh seafood fuels tourism (from the very good food that it provides).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The must go restaurant here is Pak Su Seafood Restaurant. Although a little pricy, this place is the bomb, with their stuffed crab and cheese lobster ready to blow your taste buds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Relaxing hotel, away from the hustle &amp;amp; bustle. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My 3 days 2 nights stay here was spent at the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6mvBP6V3EI/AAAAAAAAAP0/qADf4jXbbGo/s1600-h/DSC05659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163850883742948418" style="WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" height="209" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6mvBP6V3EI/AAAAAAAAAP0/qADf4jXbbGo/s320/DSC05659.JPG" width="265" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6mvBf6V3FI/AAAAAAAAAP8/iJ67Tsa6kUQ/s1600-h/DSC05713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163850888037915730" style="WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" height="187" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6mvBf6V3FI/AAAAAAAAAP8/iJ67Tsa6kUQ/s320/DSC05713.JPG" width="251" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me @ the lounge. There's the hotel under the gloomy monsoon skies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6mvCP6V3GI/AAAAAAAAAQE/_tqcGrKKmM0/s1600-h/DSC05714.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Swiss Garden Resort, Kuantan. This place is located approximately 15 km away from the city (a mere 15 minutes drive)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It faces the South China Sea, which makes it a nice place to watch a beautiful sunrise. The setting of the hotel itself makes you feel comfortable and relaxed the very moment you checked in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6mxcP6V3NI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/H8eiu0_eXYo/s1600-h/DSC05723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163853546622672082" style="CURSOR: hand" height="142" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6mxcP6V3NI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/H8eiu0_eXYo/s200/DSC05723.JPG" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6mxcv6V3PI/AAAAAAAAARM/BOIwewwnmb8/s1600-h/DSC05797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163853555212606706" style="CURSOR: hand" height="143" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6mxcv6V3PI/AAAAAAAAARM/BOIwewwnmb8/s200/DSC05797.JPG" width="188" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Part of the lounge. Yellow lights sets the romantic ambience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The lounge boasts of a "floating lounge", where most of the seats are surrounded by water. The lounge itself has a grand-piano, where a pianist will play the jazz/blues songs at night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6mvA_6V3DI/AAAAAAAAAPs/diVaNg7-rxw/s1600-h/DSC05657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163850879447981106" style="WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" height="206" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6mvA_6V3DI/AAAAAAAAAPs/diVaNg7-rxw/s320/DSC05657.JPG" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6mvCv6V3HI/AAAAAAAAAQM/eRQtPQ-2k_g/s1600-h/DSC05715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163850909512752242" style="WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" height="203" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6mvCv6V3HI/AAAAAAAAAQM/eRQtPQ-2k_g/s320/DSC05715.JPG" width="271" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Night time at the pool and me chilling out in the cool water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The hotel provides wireless broadband as well, but a minimum charge. Other facilities include their trademark "Samsara Spa", a mini gymnasium and a games room where you may play some arcade games, play pool or table tennis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6mvCP6V3GI/AAAAAAAAAQE/_tqcGrKKmM0/s1600-h/DSC05714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163850900922817634" style="CURSOR: hand" height="277" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6mvCP6V3GI/AAAAAAAAAQE/_tqcGrKKmM0/s320/DSC05714.JPG" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The entrance to Samsara Spa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By nightfall, neon-lights will bring a romantic ambience at the lounge. This place will be a superb get-away for couples or newly-weds.&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;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6mxcf6V3OI/AAAAAAAAARE/2vXCWAbN_Po/s1600-h/DSC05737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163853550917639394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6mxcf6V3OI/AAAAAAAAARE/2vXCWAbN_Po/s200/DSC05737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The brightly litted Swiss Garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6mxc_6V3QI/AAAAAAAAARU/weJDLPwA2jY/s1600-h/DSC05790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163853559507574018" style="CURSOR: hand" height="137" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6mxc_6V3QI/AAAAAAAAARU/weJDLPwA2jY/s200/DSC05790.JPG" width="176" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6mxdf6V3RI/AAAAAAAAARc/whk7lb-2EAA/s1600-h/DSC05789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163853568097508626" style="WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="144" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6mxdf6V3RI/AAAAAAAAARc/whk7lb-2EAA/s200/DSC05789.JPG" width="182" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Part of the dining lounge. Note the cubicle styled eating room on the right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Sandy beaches and beautiful sun-rise.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The most famous beach here in Kuantan is the Cherating beach, but the one right in front of the Swiss Garden Resort is a splendid one as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6mzkP6V3SI/AAAAAAAAARk/kNGCHXwyHTM/s1600-h/DSC05676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163855883084881186" style="WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" height="142" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6mzkP6V3SI/AAAAAAAAARk/kNGCHXwyHTM/s200/DSC05676.JPG" width="176" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6mznf6V3VI/AAAAAAAAAR8/JdoLM81nuQk/s1600-h/DSC05700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163855938919456082" style="WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" height="143" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6mznf6V3VI/AAAAAAAAAR8/JdoLM81nuQk/s200/DSC05700.JPG" width="178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The beach and the little hermit crabs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As it is the North-East Monsoon season now, the beach looks gloomy due to the grey clouds and strong winds. But if you were to visit this beach on a non-monsoon day, it will be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d3887dc287402f23" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd3887dc287402f23%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331051747%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D23CB099BEC04CF73DAD9E04BDDBF495404F75986.5D6E09EF824093EF50D2FB04FF7D6E61FED38D9B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd3887dc287402f23%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSgX0ah24BDiI81MSLq9rWg7Dh0w&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd3887dc287402f23%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331051747%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D23CB099BEC04CF73DAD9E04BDDBF495404F75986.5D6E09EF824093EF50D2FB04FF7D6E61FED38D9B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd3887dc287402f23%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSgX0ah24BDiI81MSLq9rWg7Dh0w&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can catch a glimpse of small hermit crabs having some mating "orgy" (I got it down in video in case you would not believe me), baby crabs crawling everywhere and small fishes swimming about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6mzmv6V3TI/AAAAAAAAARs/jhu1_vlaYMQ/s1600-h/DSC05681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163855926034554162" style="WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" height="140" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6mzmv6V3TI/AAAAAAAAARs/jhu1_vlaYMQ/s200/DSC05681.JPG" width="172" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6mznP6V3UI/AAAAAAAAAR0/D3v0vJPVqEY/s1600-h/DSC05683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163855934624488770" style="WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" height="140" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6mznP6V3UI/AAAAAAAAAR0/D3v0vJPVqEY/s200/DSC05683.JPG" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This little fishy swam a bit too far up the shore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The hotel has some beach sports facilities up as well for those who are interested: beach soccer, volleyball or for the slightly lazier ones, just some long benches for you to snooze on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I woke up at 5 a.m just to catch the sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, the sun will not come up until 630 a.m here in Kuantan. But when the sun really came up, it was well worth the wait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6m1Df6V3XI/AAAAAAAAASM/epXv7e7npOU/s1600-h/DSC05804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163857519467421042" style="CURSOR: hand" height="143" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6m1Df6V3XI/AAAAAAAAASM/epXv7e7npOU/s200/DSC05804.JPG" width="176" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6m1Ev6V3aI/AAAAAAAAASk/oBFYXQHWOCw/s1600-h/DSC05814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163857540942257570" style="CURSOR: hand" height="144" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6m1Ev6V3aI/AAAAAAAAASk/oBFYXQHWOCw/s200/DSC05814.JPG" width="170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6m1D_6V3YI/AAAAAAAAASU/F76pth7T5FQ/s1600-h/DSC05805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163857528057355650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6m1D_6V3YI/AAAAAAAAASU/F76pth7T5FQ/s200/DSC05805.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6m1EP6V3ZI/AAAAAAAAASc/YjyeSKKAd-8/s1600-h/DSC05813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163857532352322962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6m1EP6V3ZI/AAAAAAAAASc/YjyeSKKAd-8/s200/DSC05813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sunrise at the beach. (Although concealed by the clouds)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top Three Reasons Not to Have a Holiday in Kuantan&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Lousy road system.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6nd9f6V3bI/AAAAAAAAASs/dm-Uqsum1UM/s1600-h/DSC05635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163902496364944818" style="CURSOR: hand" height="137" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6nd9f6V3bI/AAAAAAAAASs/dm-Uqsum1UM/s200/DSC05635.JPG" width="172" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6nd-P6V3cI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Qr8RJ5Q-ZJE/s1600-h/DSC05638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163902509249846722" style="WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" height="149" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6nd-P6V3cI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Qr8RJ5Q-ZJE/s200/DSC05638.JPG" width="158" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jam-jam-jam. Everywhere also jam-LAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6nd-f6V3dI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e00Q047LtPU/s1600-h/DSC05672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163902513544814034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6nd-f6V3dI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e00Q047LtPU/s200/DSC05672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It appears to me that the city has only one main road: Jalan Berserah. And along that road it has at least 10 traffic lights, within 1 km.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to that, my family and I were caught in a jam due to the long traffic light queue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Monsoon season.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Better check your calender and get the season right. Kuantan will be in her wettest season from November - March, that's when the North East Wind will bring in the rain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Otherwise, you will end up like me - facing heavy rain fall most of the time during the trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Lack of Shopping Malls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know you may say, "You go all the way to Kuantan just to go shopping mall ArH?". But my point is, what if you just want to take a stroll in the city and have some window shopping in the mall?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6nd-_6V3fI/AAAAAAAAATM/hOWIH6DD500/s1600-h/DSC05633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163902522134748658" style="CURSOR: hand" height="140" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6nd-_6V3fI/AAAAAAAAATM/hOWIH6DD500/s200/DSC05633.JPG" width="176" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6nd-v6V3eI/AAAAAAAAATE/t28hfxilbAs/s1600-h/DSC05631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163902517839781346" style="WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" height="143" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6nd-v6V3eI/AAAAAAAAATE/t28hfxilbAs/s200/DSC05631.JPG" width="176" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The city only has two big malls; Kuantan Parade and Berjaya Megamall. Both of them are pretty run down and most of the shops in them are small private businesses which sells sub-standard goods. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess that's all about Kuantan. I would say it is not a bad place to go to, but not a very exciting place either. Last but not least, this one is for you, Amanda. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6nkPv6V3gI/AAAAAAAAATU/w8q7_4C5BPo/s1600-h/DSC05630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163909406967324162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6nkPv6V3gI/AAAAAAAAATU/w8q7_4C5BPo/s320/DSC05630.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A N G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6nkQf6V3hI/AAAAAAAAATc/OdQdwiWO6D0/s1600-h/DSC05679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163909419852226066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6nkQf6V3hI/AAAAAAAAATc/OdQdwiWO6D0/s320/DSC05679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;A heart just for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6nkRP6V3iI/AAAAAAAAATk/5m-MXcYG0Tw/s1600-h/DSC05680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163909432737127970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6nkRP6V3iI/AAAAAAAAATk/5m-MXcYG0Tw/s320/DSC05680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And that our story will last like the oceans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3141748068360757193-4032888730390077294?l=amandagene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d3887dc287402f23&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/feeds/4032888730390077294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3141748068360757193&amp;postID=4032888730390077294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/4032888730390077294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/4032888730390077294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/2008/02/kuantan.html' title='Kuantan'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824727628026938263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVOcnaDft_I/AAAAAAAABYU/GQd8IAYMrjs/S220/DSC01235.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R6mon_6V26I/AAAAAAAAAOk/dxsbyoapQ6Q/s72-c/800px-Kuantan_Street_004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3141748068360757193.post-6602131681924870518</id><published>2008-02-06T23:10:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T23:16:49.264+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu Gene says</title><content type='html'>That I have been lazy to upload anything from my house because of the very slow streamyx connection. (It took 15 minutes to upload 5 pictures)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I have been pretty busy with housework. Being the only child certainly has it perks, but the down side is that you have to do dirty housework. (Especially before CNY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I have been busy enjoying my holiday back home in Malacca, especially during my birthday. (Many thanks to Winnie, Lyon, Eddie, Mic and especially to you dear Amanda)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3141748068360757193-6602131681924870518?l=amandagene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/feeds/6602131681924870518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3141748068360757193&amp;postID=6602131681924870518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/6602131681924870518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/6602131681924870518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/2008/02/eu-gene-says.html' title='Eu Gene says'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824727628026938263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVOcnaDft_I/AAAAAAAABYU/GQd8IAYMrjs/S220/DSC01235.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3141748068360757193.post-1169083834241041627</id><published>2008-02-01T04:43:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T04:53:50.267+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Marketing lessons...</title><content type='html'>1. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and say: "I am very rich. Marry me!" - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"That's Direct Marketing"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You're at a party with a bunch of friends and see a gorgeous girl. One of your friends goes up to her and pointed at you says: "He's very rich. "Marry him." -&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"That's Advertising&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and get her phone no. .The following day, you call up and say: "Hi, I'm very rich. "Marry me -&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"That's Telemarketing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You're at a party and see a gorgeous girl. You get up and straighten your tie, you walk up to her and pour her a drink, you open the door for her, pick up her bag after she drops it, offer her a ride and then say:"By the way, I'm rich. Will you "Marry Me?" - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;That's Public Relations"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You're at a party and see a gorgeous girl. She walks up to you and says:"You are very rich! "Can you marry ! me?" - &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"That's Brand Recognition&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and say: "I am very rich. Marry me!" She gives you a nice hard slap on your face. - &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"That's Customer Feedback"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and say: "I am very rich. Marry me!" And she introduces you to her husband. - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"That's demand and supply gap"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and before you could say a thing, some other random guy come and tell her: "I'm rich. Will you marry me?" and she goes with him - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;competition eating into your market share" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and before you say: "I'm rich, Marry me!" your wife arrives. - &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"That's restriction from entering new markets"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3141748068360757193-1169083834241041627?l=amandagene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/feeds/1169083834241041627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3141748068360757193&amp;postID=1169083834241041627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/1169083834241041627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/1169083834241041627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/2008/01/marketing-lessons.html' title='Marketing lessons...'/><author><name>Amanda Choong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02731026681486225754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3k3w_AMSOI/AAAAAAAAABA/2Qa3LtxFhF0/S220/DSC00302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3141748068360757193.post-914304174909436309</id><published>2008-01-31T20:50:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T01:40:49.757+11:00</updated><title type='text'>leaving soon ...</title><content type='html'>Few months ago, we were talking about the famous Mamak in town and how much we miss those spiciness back in Malaysia. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;, time is ticking away. I suppose many of us are doing last minute shopping for Chinese New Year and CANBERRA. Winnie tempted me with those beautiful plates and bowls. For 1 minute,  I hesitated, thinking should I buy them ? I mean you can't get those in Australia. Then again, I realize we had plenty back in Australia except that it's without those pattern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R6Ge9y9N1RI/AAAAAAAAANc/uImrbfl-H3Q/s1600-h/P1070568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R6Ge9y9N1RI/AAAAAAAAANc/uImrbfl-H3Q/s200/P1070568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161581432431039762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Winnie, Valentine's coming, I don mind 2nd hand gift =) LOL .. I kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing through ANU's website. I was surprise with my time table as compared to last year's hectic workload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R6Gg5C9N1TI/AAAAAAAAANs/vtyzSoawNKo/s1600-h/time+table+2008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R6Gg5C9N1TI/AAAAAAAAANs/vtyzSoawNKo/s400/time+table+2008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161583549849916722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, being free doesn't mean I can spend more time shopping and wasting my time. This year's resolution " Never give up " .  Action speaks louder than words. It requires a lot of determination and of course support from my dear friends and beloved ones =) . It's like  you strive for the moon, if you fall, you fall upon the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 more days to go and we'll ( My beau and me ) be leaving for Canby. Can't wait to go happys.  I miss you ... I miss you so so much ... my .. my ............................. BANANA CHICKEN ! ( drooling away )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Till here then =) I miss you guys so so so much !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R6HNjy9N1VI/AAAAAAAAAN8/JD0sh3pYXBg/s1600-h/thismuchbyamanda.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R6HNjy9N1VI/AAAAAAAAAN8/JD0sh3pYXBg/s320/thismuchbyamanda.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161632662800946514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : Got kinda bored and drew this for that special someone&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/3141748068360757193-914304174909436309?l=amandagene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/feeds/914304174909436309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3141748068360757193&amp;postID=914304174909436309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/914304174909436309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/914304174909436309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/2008/01/leaving-soon.html' title='leaving soon ...'/><author><name>Amanda Choong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02731026681486225754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3k3w_AMSOI/AAAAAAAAABA/2Qa3LtxFhF0/S220/DSC00302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R6Ge9y9N1RI/AAAAAAAAANc/uImrbfl-H3Q/s72-c/P1070568.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3141748068360757193.post-7419226943302464099</id><published>2008-01-26T04:21:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T05:28:58.612+11:00</updated><title type='text'>girls day out ( fantastic day )</title><content type='html'>Well basically I have nothing interesting to blog about but since everyone had been bugging me to blog again so I have decided to blog about "girls day out" organized by Winnie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Winnie - " I believe hanging out with a bunch of girls come with a whole lot of f.r.e.e.d.o.m. To speak whatever, and NOT be too obsessed with being proper."&lt;br /&gt;Yes it's true, one of the reason we went hyper and was dancing away in the room( karaoke session). Thank god, it was dark from the inside and the glass was tinted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Q &amp;amp; A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Q: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you think of girls day out ?&lt;br /&gt;A : Fantastic.. We do what girls usually do like Gossip/camwhore/shopping/window shopping ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many are there and who are they ?&lt;br /&gt;A: There were 5 of us. Mich/Mel/ Kim/ Winnie and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What did you buy ?&lt;br /&gt;A: 3 pairs of socks for Gene and 1 pair of wedges that cost me RM 47 after 20% DISCOUNT !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How do you feel ?&lt;br /&gt;A: It was fun but if only I did not drink 3 glasses of coffee that I end up having MASSIVE HEADACHE through out the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What did you have for lunch ?&lt;br /&gt;A: I had black pepper noodle pork fillet and 1 glass of CAFFEINE and 2 more during karaoke session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Any pictures you would like to share ?&lt;br /&gt;A: YEAP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R5ojxS9N1AI/AAAAAAAAALU/Lbr7KJsd6zY/s1600-h/Image326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R5ojxS9N1AI/AAAAAAAAALU/Lbr7KJsd6zY/s200/Image326.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159475652915483650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My black pepper noodle pork fillet @ Wong kok char chan teng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R5ojxi9N1BI/AAAAAAAAALc/uoPinEFxAgI/s1600-h/P1070168-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R5ojxi9N1BI/AAAAAAAAALc/uoPinEFxAgI/s200/P1070168-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159475657210450962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pretty Kim &amp;amp; Winnie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R5ojyC9N1CI/AAAAAAAAALk/XZBPEsTv8rI/s1600-h/P1070171-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R5ojyC9N1CI/AAAAAAAAALk/XZBPEsTv8rI/s200/P1070171-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159475665800385570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My camwhore buddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R5ojyC9N1DI/AAAAAAAAALs/qrlewVTvLD0/s1600-h/P1070173-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R5ojyC9N1DI/AAAAAAAAALs/qrlewVTvLD0/s200/P1070173-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159475665800385586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kim and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R5ojyi9N1EI/AAAAAAAAAL0/bwrXyKMdIOw/s1600-h/P1070177-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R5ojyi9N1EI/AAAAAAAAAL0/bwrXyKMdIOw/s200/P1070177-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159475674390320194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From left : Mich,Winnie,ME,Kim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R5olZi9N1KI/AAAAAAAAAMk/MiX3zRFKr6E/s1600-h/P1070179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R5olZi9N1KI/AAAAAAAAAMk/MiX3zRFKr6E/s200/P1070179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159477443916846242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WInnie u look sexy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R5olaC9N1LI/AAAAAAAAAMs/07HtHGU31Fg/s1600-h/P1070182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R5olaC9N1LI/AAAAAAAAAMs/07HtHGU31Fg/s200/P1070182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159477452506780850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;US &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R5olaS9N1MI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pl50cqBPj9c/s200/P1070188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159477456801748162" border="0" /&gt;Superstar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R5olaS9N1NI/AAAAAAAAAM8/jLQhBahEDVU/s1600-h/P1070192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R5olaS9N1NI/AAAAAAAAAM8/jLQhBahEDVU/s200/P1070192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159477456801748178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lol ... BFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R5olai9N1OI/AAAAAAAAANE/fdYUzWVGm5Q/s1600-h/P1070195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R5olai9N1OI/AAAAAAAAANE/fdYUzWVGm5Q/s200/P1070195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159477461096715490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and mel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R5omAy9N1PI/AAAAAAAAANM/EBycNcgSEzk/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R5omAy9N1PI/AAAAAAAAANM/EBycNcgSEzk/s200/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159478118226711794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;happy moments*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R5omBS9N1QI/AAAAAAAAANU/XBFP_qgmFgk/s1600-h/P1070194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R5omBS9N1QI/AAAAAAAAANU/XBFP_qgmFgk/s200/P1070194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159478126816646402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;NEWAY @ 1u ( out of 10 I would say 5/10) .&lt;br /&gt;Why? because there's no RIHANNA&lt;br /&gt;lol....more of updated chinese songs than english song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess a picture worth a million words. Overall, I had a blast with my girl friends today. Hope to have more hang out with you girls. Cheers**  have to head back to bed otherwise I'll be a zombie the next morning. Getting up at 530am. Snooze for another 15 minutes and hopefully i won't go back to sleep again. Initial plan is to get up bathe and leave house at 615am then zoom to JLN IPOH's DIm Sum then meet up with Eddie and Mich for breakfirst. Hopefully to reach home beofre 7.45am just to wake my dad up in time to fetch us to Bangsar LRT. Bus at 9am.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what ? It's 2.21am now... Gene is so going to kill me. I can't help it when I felt restless after drinking 3 glasses of coffee. Toodless...&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/3141748068360757193-7419226943302464099?l=amandagene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/feeds/7419226943302464099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3141748068360757193&amp;postID=7419226943302464099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/7419226943302464099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/7419226943302464099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/2008/01/girls-day-out-fantastic-day.html' title='girls day out ( fantastic day )'/><author><name>Amanda Choong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02731026681486225754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3k3w_AMSOI/AAAAAAAAABA/2Qa3LtxFhF0/S220/DSC00302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R5ojxS9N1AI/AAAAAAAAALU/Lbr7KJsd6zY/s72-c/Image326.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3141748068360757193.post-252283447730364595</id><published>2008-01-20T21:42:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T21:48:15.578+11:00</updated><title type='text'>perfomance @ 1u (  F1 opening ceremony ) + my friends....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here's one of my performance that I would love to share with my fellow friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tzh8YsmgSHg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tzh8YsmgSHg&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PImnc_GNJtU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PImnc_GNJtU&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to thank my wonderful friends who have made my life so colorful and cheerful. Especially when I was down, you guys are always there for me. It was a boring Sunday, and so I've decided to create our memory in a video =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: For those who is not in my video, you're still my friend/s . That is because I don't have your pictures . =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit back and enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LeNDbUM-unc&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LeNDbUM-unc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more weeks to go till we meet each other in Aussie land again. Amanda misses her friends and BF a lot. Especially Unilodgens and BRAND DEPOT!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: My deepest condolence to My long lost friend, Marwick chin who recently just pass away due to his heart problem ( age 21 this year ). May you rest in peace and we'll always miss you as much. You used to be very close to us and now that you have departed, your name will be forever carve inside us. I felt terrible  when I came across about you, as I haven't got the time to bid Good Bye and to say my very last apology for what I've done before that may hurt you indirectly. I remember you've always wanted to meet me in person but I refuse all the way as I did not have the time or perhaps delaying your request each time. Now that there's no more next time and I'm really sorry for that. Probably the next time we meet again is when I'm standing in front of your tombstone. I somehow regret but there's no turning back again. We used to be so closed in form 3 that you would tell me stuff about Lee Wah. There were times where the 3(Mich,you and me) of us used to play and talk a lot back then. This morning I was scrolling through my phone list, I saw you and your dad's no. in my phone. Now that I remember back in high school, you used to sms me till you ran out of credit and then you'd use your dad's phone to reply me again. You used to tell me that you've got a very weak heart but I chose not to believe because you look very healthy back then. Sigh... I can't really remember how we met up, considering you were from a boy school ( la salle school in PJ) but I do appreciate the times we(mich,you and me) had together back then. Memories will be kept inside us forever. Good bye my dear friend =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3141748068360757193-252283447730364595?l=amandagene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/feeds/252283447730364595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3141748068360757193&amp;postID=252283447730364595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/252283447730364595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/252283447730364595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/2008/01/perfomance-1u-f1-opening-ceremony-my.html' title='perfomance @ 1u (  F1 opening ceremony ) + my friends....'/><author><name>Amanda Choong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02731026681486225754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3k3w_AMSOI/AAAAAAAAABA/2Qa3LtxFhF0/S220/DSC00302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3141748068360757193.post-273477024239085480</id><published>2008-01-19T00:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T15:57:03.670+11:00</updated><title type='text'>unfaithful - Rihanna (Amanda)</title><content type='html'>This is what happens when an ordinary girl like me stay awake in the middle of the night. Tried sleeping but somehow my eyes just couldn't shut. All of a sudden, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BLOGGING&lt;/span&gt; seems to be the best option to kill my boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like many other girls, I adore Rihanna best. I unintentionally got one of her songs  stuck in my head  so i suggest it'll be a great idea if I do the same to you. Lol, I kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R5EE9PAMTeI/AAAAAAAAALE/_xDOlI-FxcY/s1600-h/rihanna_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R5EE9PAMTeI/AAAAAAAAALE/_xDOlI-FxcY/s200/rihanna_300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156908498361798114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R5EE9_AMTfI/AAAAAAAAALM/a9MhNOdbV4U/s1600-h/Rihanna-id03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R5EE9_AMTfI/AAAAAAAAALM/a9MhNOdbV4U/s200/Rihanna-id03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156908511246700018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;introducing.... Rihanna ~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rihanna was born on February 20, 1988, in a county called Barbados,St. Michael. She lived the life of a normal island girl going to Combermere, a top sixth form school, similar to grammar schools in the UK. Rihanna won a beauty pageant and performed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001014/"&gt;Mariah Carey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'s "Hero" in a school talent show. Her life changed forever when one of her friends introduced her to Evan Rodgers, a producer from New York who was in Barbados for vacation with his wife, who is a native. Rodgers arranged for her to go to New York to meet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0419650/"&gt;Jay-Z&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, CEO of Def Jam Records. He heard her sing and knew she was going to be big and for more than just one song. She was 16 when she was signed to Def Jam. Rihnanna's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.imdb.com/SearchBios?debut"&gt;debut&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; album is out now. It's called "Music of the Sun".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.metrolyrics.com/scroller/scroller2.swf?lyricid=228303755&amp;amp;border=2&amp;amp;bordert=0&amp;amp;bgfont=0x000000&amp;amp;bg=http://www.metrolyrics.com/scroller/bgs/rihanna-3.jpg&amp;amp;filter=0xFDFDFD&amp;amp;filtert=27&amp;amp;txt=0x000258&amp;amp;fontname=arial&amp;amp;fontsize=10&amp;amp;speed=2" quality="high" name="scroll" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" height="210" width="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/rihanna-lyrics.html"&gt;Rihanna Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/"&gt;Unfaithful Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aE5ENo-XYQw&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aE5ENo-XYQw&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;last but not least ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.veoh.com/videodetails2.swf?permalinkId=v3086952BKxTRQyN&amp;amp;id=2105521&amp;amp;player=videodetailsembedded&amp;amp;videoAutoPlay=0" allowfullscreen="true" bgcolor="#000000" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" height="350" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amanda was born on 3rd October, 1987, in a country called Malaysia,Kuala Lumpur. She lived the life of a normal city girl going to Australia National university, an economics degree student.. Amanda never won a  beauty pageant before and performed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001014/"&gt;Mariah Carey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'s "Hero" in a karaoke call Red box. Her life changed forever when one of her friend, Michelle did not introduce her to a producer from New York who was in Malaysia for vacation with his wife, who is a native. Rodgers did not arranged for her to go to New York to meet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0419650/"&gt;Jay-Z&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, CEO of Def Jam Records. He did not hear her sing and never knew she was going to be big and for more than just one song. She was 13 when she first met &lt;/span&gt; Michelle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3141748068360757193-273477024239085480?l=amandagene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/feeds/273477024239085480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3141748068360757193&amp;postID=273477024239085480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/273477024239085480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/273477024239085480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/2008/01/unfaithful-rihanna-amanda.html' title='unfaithful - Rihanna (Amanda)'/><author><name>Amanda Choong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02731026681486225754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3k3w_AMSOI/AAAAAAAAABA/2Qa3LtxFhF0/S220/DSC00302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R5EE9PAMTeI/AAAAAAAAALE/_xDOlI-FxcY/s72-c/rihanna_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3141748068360757193.post-5914952610261123504</id><published>2008-01-13T18:42:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T18:55:52.771+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Up.. Malacca: Home sweet home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4nCtu50EwI/AAAAAAAAAOE/0TUA4Iz2r_M/s1600-h/DSCN4424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154865339442664194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4nCtu50EwI/AAAAAAAAAOE/0TUA4Iz2r_M/s320/DSCN4424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Warning. Delayed posts are due to our busy-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Amanda and I have been too busy for the past 2 days to even try to blog. So, just a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-note if you guys do wonder what we are up to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We are down in Malacca (my hometown) happily eating away and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;visiting&lt;/span&gt; places (especially places that Amanda never been before). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There will be a few posts about our trip here, featuring places to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;makan&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;makan&lt;/span&gt;, shop and to take nice pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alright, got to go. I am about to bake some cookies with Amanda. (another post regarding my cookies, with the recipe up and pictures to view if you like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Signing off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154865348032598802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4nCuO50ExI/AAAAAAAAAOM/tyCeX1p-dCI/s320/DSC04236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Canberra, Australia. Where our paths crossed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3141748068360757193-5914952610261123504?l=amandagene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/feeds/5914952610261123504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3141748068360757193&amp;postID=5914952610261123504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/5914952610261123504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/5914952610261123504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/2008/01/coming-up-malacca-home-sweet-home.html' title='Coming Up.. Malacca: Home sweet home'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824727628026938263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVOcnaDft_I/AAAAAAAABYU/GQd8IAYMrjs/S220/DSC01235.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4nCtu50EwI/AAAAAAAAAOE/0TUA4Iz2r_M/s72-c/DSCN4424.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3141748068360757193.post-2784139826643175860</id><published>2008-01-12T18:28:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T18:42:38.350+11:00</updated><title type='text'>D-I-Y Facial Treatment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nothing beats &lt;a href="http://http//en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Facial"&gt;facial&lt;/a&gt; treatment, especially on a warm day in Malacca. What's best is when you do it yourself and feeling much refreshed and rejuvenated after the treatment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the basic steps which you can use to pamper yourself and fill your time when you are at home. Facial is not only for girls but for guys as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, never think you are too macho for a facial treatment. You deserve the treatment sometimes. Get your girlfriend or your mum to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I really do admit I can be quite vain sometimes (even more than Amanda, considering I am a GUY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Relax yourself and make yourself at home.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154507749055533730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="215" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4h9fO50EqI/AAAAAAAAANU/MSPY2tzYtDg/s320/DSC04918.JPG" width="297" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A relaxing snack prepared by Mum&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Start of your facial treatment with a cool and refreshing drink. As for myself, I had a cup of "honey lemon lime" drink with some grapes. This is to make you feel more pleased at yourself and more relaxed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A refreshing wash and scrub&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Proper cleansing is always the first and crucial step of a good facial treatment. Facial scrubs are useful in opening up those clogged pores as well as removing dead skin cells and impurities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154509518582059762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="283" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4h_GO50EvI/AAAAAAAAAN8/z5la9JEJoc8/s320/DSC04920.JPG" width="210" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tea Tree Facial Scrub from Bioglo. Minty afterwash feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154509514287092450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4h_F-50EuI/AAAAAAAAAN0/-OP8aQFptUY/s320/DSC04919.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cream Cleanser from St. Ives. Suitable for dry skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wash your face with luke-warm water. Luke-warm water helps to open up clogged pores thus making it easier to cleanse your face properly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do NOT use WARM water as it may irritate your skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mask your face. Sometimes you will be prettier that way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154507753350501042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4h9fe50ErI/AAAAAAAAANc/eNTtUButhzw/s320/DSC04899.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes folks, one of the two vainest persons you ever seen, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Indeed. I use the "Neem Face Pack" by Himalaya Herbals as it is suitable for oily and pimple-prone skin. It contains neem and turmeric which are anti-bacterial in nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154490058085241458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="269" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4htZe50EnI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Hladi8KH4jw/s320/DSC04914.JPG" width="207" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Neem Face Pack. It gives a cooling sensation after washing it off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For those with normal skin, get a mask that contains minerals, vitamins and fruit extracts. This is to provide nutrition to the skin of your face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get rid of nasty blackheads (if you have them)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one of the unfortunate race of people that has slightly large pores and an oily T-zone, thus I have blackheads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154490066675176082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="142" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4htZ-50EpI/AAAAAAAAANM/62PUmakWelI/s320/DSC04917.JPG" width="265" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kao Pore Pack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154509509992125138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="203" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4h_Fu50EtI/AAAAAAAAANs/vnQb72-DsGU/s320/DSC04924.JPG" width="272" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The blackheads extracted by the Pore Pack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kao Pore Pack is quite effective in removing blackheads. However, do it in a well air-conditioned or a cool room as pespiration will reduce its effectiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154490049495306850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="301" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4htY-50EmI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Lh4u46aZQcE/s320/DSC04913.JPG" width="226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The white mud nose pack from the Face Shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154507757645468354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4h9fu50EsI/AAAAAAAAANk/B-b1btax6GQ/s320/DSC04908.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;White mud nose pack in action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The White Mud Nose Pack from the Face Shop is equally as effective, but keep in mind that you need to make sure there are no open pores left uncovered by the white mud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A balanced ending is a good ending.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wash your face once more with a mild cleanser. You may use cool water to rinse your face this time as it helps to close your pores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154490062380208770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="267" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4htZu50EoI/AAAAAAAAANE/eYXC7HVehyA/s320/DSC04916.JPG" width="181" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Biotherm is the range of facial product that I use. It is quite effective for oily and acne prone skin. They have a cleanser, toner, day cream and night cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use a good toner which is a lotion designed to cleanse the skin and to shrink pores. You may apply it with a clean cotton or wool pad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleansing removes oil from your skin thus a good moisturizer would be vital. (Your skin is hungry for moisture after every washing!) This is to prevent your skin from drying and cracking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all folks. If there are any facial tips you want to share, you are most certainly welcomed to post a comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3141748068360757193-2784139826643175860?l=amandagene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/feeds/2784139826643175860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3141748068360757193&amp;postID=2784139826643175860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/2784139826643175860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/2784139826643175860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/2008/01/d-y-i-facial-treatment.html' title='D-I-Y Facial Treatment.'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824727628026938263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVOcnaDft_I/AAAAAAAABYU/GQd8IAYMrjs/S220/DSC01235.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4h9fO50EqI/AAAAAAAAANU/MSPY2tzYtDg/s72-c/DSC04918.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3141748068360757193.post-8985870429742405012</id><published>2008-01-09T18:54:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T04:22:08.260+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Feature: Are you an "Emo"?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4TjQu50EPI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3lhX5m30FCA/s1600-h/emo%2Btoilet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153493750226620658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4TjQu50EPI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3lhX5m30FCA/s320/emo%2Btoilet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, we know that "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;-es" are another type of people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When you are sad and you complain about how wrong things are around you, people around you may call you an "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To those who does not know the real term, it is not the abbreviation of "emotional". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4TjQu50EQI/AAAAAAAAAKE/6QX6ASD3HHk/s1600-h/EmoSquared.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153493750226620674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4TjQu50EQI/AAAAAAAAAKE/6QX6ASD3HHk/s320/EmoSquared.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E = mo squared. An overworked Einstein resorts to be an "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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;There are reasons why "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;" does not mean like how it sounds and why people who behave as as described above are branded "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Emo&lt;/span&gt;" is a style of rock music which describes several independent variations of music with certain similar styles. The below is the timeline of how the term "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;" came about: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1980s - the term &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; described a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sub genre&lt;/span&gt; of hardcore punk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1990s - the term &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; began to refer to the indie scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4TlIu50ESI/AAAAAAAAAKU/j0XsqOpXyRo/s1600-h/220px-Indiansummerband01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153495811810922786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4TlIu50ESI/AAAAAAAAAKU/j0XsqOpXyRo/s320/220px-Indiansummerband01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;An Indian Summer live gig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the early 90s, a hardcore genre that came to be know as "Emotive Hardcore" which was pioneered by &lt;a href="http://http//en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rites_of_spring"&gt;Rites of Spring&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Emo&lt;/span&gt;" was a term for the crowd who loved &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rites_of_spring"&gt;Rites of Spring&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Indian_Summer_(band)"&gt;Indian Summer&lt;/a&gt; and the new wave of "Emotive" Hardcore bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;" probably came into modern terms as what we know, perhaps due to journalists, producers or magazines who do not really know what "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;" is, hence labelling most things they hear as "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is probably because it sounds nicer (the X-factor) rather than labelling bands as "bubblegum pop punk". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4TjQ-50ERI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Rc0LlXJKUHk/s1600-h/emo_kids_suck___by_c_t_supahfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153493754521587986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4TjQ-50ERI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Rc0LlXJKUHk/s320/emo_kids_suck___by_c_t_supahfly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Emo&lt;/span&gt;: Punk music on estrogen and a reason for boys to act like girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hence, it is rather untrue that "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;" meant "emotional". Most of the current bands (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; boy bands) make music to certain mushy and sugar-coated emotion which create a feeling of "emotion". (E.g. Backstreet Boys, 98 degrees are sometimes known for their "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;" music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not really explain the historical and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;politically&lt;/span&gt; correct usage of "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;", but what rather interests me is the fashion and stereotypes of people branded as "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;-es".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;" is associated with males and females who: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wears tight jeans (preferably dark)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have long fringes brushed to one side of the face or over one or both eyes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4TlI-50EVI/AAAAAAAAAKs/NcJ9LBuZws8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153495816105890130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4TlI-50EVI/AAAAAAAAAKs/NcJ9LBuZws8/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4TlIu50ETI/AAAAAAAAAKc/9SOrFXHaAzk/s1600-h/1144397995_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153495811810922802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4TlIu50ETI/AAAAAAAAAKc/9SOrFXHaAzk/s320/1144397995_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Emo&lt;/span&gt; hairstyles for guys. Never fails to attract "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;" chicks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dyed black and straight hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4Tp2-50EXI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ZZuJqk16HNI/s1600-h/z23748147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153501004426383730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4Tp2-50EXI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ZZuJqk16HNI/s320/z23748147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4Tp2-50EWI/AAAAAAAAAK0/YSkvj8Whr-E/s1600-h/Cassy--large-msg-117970253545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153501004426383714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4Tp2-50EWI/AAAAAAAAAK0/YSkvj8Whr-E/s320/Cassy--large-msg-117970253545.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Emo&lt;/span&gt; hairstyles for girls. Into it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;T-shirts which often bear the names of rock bands &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4Ts1O50EcI/AAAAAAAAALk/QdMkAgp0714/s1600-h/31861~AC-DC-Those-About-To-Rock-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153504272896496066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4Ts1O50EcI/AAAAAAAAALk/QdMkAgp0714/s320/31861~AC-DC-Those-About-To-Rock-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4Ts1O50EdI/AAAAAAAAALs/yXCzmCfGN64/s1600-h/d2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153504272896496082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4Ts1O50EdI/AAAAAAAAALs/yXCzmCfGN64/s320/d2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A couple of "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;" styled T-shirts. Comes with all sizes&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Studded belts and big belt buckles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153502288621605250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4TrBu50EYI/AAAAAAAAALE/AHejv-A1KHE/s320/3%2520row%2520stud%2520belt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4TrB-50EZI/AAAAAAAAALM/P8OpaHzj6tY/s1600-h/bucklesgaloreimage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153502292916572562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4TrB-50EZI/AAAAAAAAALM/P8OpaHzj6tY/s320/bucklesgaloreimage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Studded belts and assorted belt buckles are a must to be a qualified "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;Canvas sneakers or skate shoes (often old and worn out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153505033105707490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4Tthe50EeI/AAAAAAAAAL0/3AkqLlP2nUU/s320/converse-ramones-chuck-taylors-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thick, black horn-rimmed glasses &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4Tu5u50EfI/AAAAAAAAAL8/wTjZww-YDQ8/s1600-h/1040273398_eationsemo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153506549229162994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4Tu5u50EfI/AAAAAAAAAL8/wTjZww-YDQ8/s320/1040273398_eationsemo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153506553524130306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4Tu5-50EgI/AAAAAAAAAME/hkSpXywT1I0/s320/emoglasses_Full.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4T1F-50EkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/oc6hNQhndWY/s1600-h/emo+warning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153513356752327234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4T1F-50EkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/oc6hNQhndWY/s200/emo+warning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes sir! Black = &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Emo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;In the recent year, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;" according to the eyes of the media, has been associated with a stereotype that includes being emotional, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;sensitive&lt;/span&gt;, shy and introverted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are even sometimes compared with mental anxieties and disorders such as depression, self-injury and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;suicide&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Emos&lt;/span&gt; hate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;themselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Goths hate everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Emos&lt;/span&gt; want to kill themselves &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Goths want to kill everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quoted by &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/author.php?author=Chelsea+Lewis"&gt;Chelsea Lewis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4T1Fu50EjI/AAAAAAAAAMc/rNMGgiL1yWQ/s1600-h/emo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153513352457359922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4T1Fu50EjI/AAAAAAAAAMc/rNMGgiL1yWQ/s200/emo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153513352457359906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4T1Fu50EiI/AAAAAAAAAMU/K3XDLw-99S4/s200/emo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Emo&lt;/span&gt;-es" are know for being sad all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4T1Fe50EhI/AAAAAAAAAMM/3LkZaTUgMxA/s1600-h/become_EMO__by_BellZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153513348162392594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4T1Fe50EhI/AAAAAAAAAMM/3LkZaTUgMxA/s200/become_EMO__by_BellZ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4T1F-50ElI/AAAAAAAAAMs/tsXJd6chXhk/s1600-h/Emo%2520Kid%252001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153513356752327250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4T1F-50ElI/AAAAAAAAAMs/tsXJd6chXhk/s200/Emo%2520Kid%252001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Dude, I'm sad, I feel like cutting myself*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I hope that I have at least cleared up the meaning of "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;". It is a popular trend nowadays, which may be detrimental to the society (due to the mental disorders and anxieties).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;However, if you just want to dress as one I really do hope that the above pictures and examples could be useful. Signing off! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Note: This post is dedicated to my friend Kevin Kim, as I always mistaken him as an "emo". Sorry dude, as you were always being "emotional" and "sensitive". Lols. I kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3141748068360757193-8985870429742405012?l=amandagene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/feeds/8985870429742405012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3141748068360757193&amp;postID=8985870429742405012' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/8985870429742405012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/8985870429742405012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/2008/01/todays-feature-are-you-emo.html' title='Today&apos;s Feature: Are you an &quot;Emo&quot;?'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824727628026938263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVOcnaDft_I/AAAAAAAABYU/GQd8IAYMrjs/S220/DSC01235.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/R4TjQu50EPI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3lhX5m30FCA/s72-c/emo%2Btoilet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3141748068360757193.post-7274001893755005529</id><published>2008-01-09T02:09:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T02:10:29.987+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Polite Malaysians or Rude Malaysians?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Type "World's Rudest Country" and you will see articles indicating Kuala Lumpur is the 3rd rudest city in the world. FORTUNATELY, Budapest&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; is&lt;/span&gt; the world's number 2 while Bucharest is the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it something to be proud of, being known as the &lt;a href="http://www.bernama.com/bernama/v3/news_lite.php?id=204412"&gt;world's 3rd rudest country&lt;/a&gt;? It may be an old article, but the fact that rude Malaysians are out there has been around longer than you can ever imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time and time again local newspapers were filled with reassuring quotes from Malaysians and foreigners saying how polite and courteous we all are. Yes, we are surprised with this surprise. "How can we be so rude?" you may ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are signs everywhere to clearly show that Malaysians can be rude in the wider sense of the word. We are not only rude in the sense that we would get shouted at or reprimanded but in the sense that people may assume that we as Malaysians are uncivilised or uneducated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Recognise the quote "1st world country with 3rd world mentality"? It describes us well sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following actions below are some of the actions that probably contribute to that very shameful ranking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Littering. Ah yessss! Remember those lessons taught by our teachers during Moral Education period, that we must throw our litters into the dust bin? Alas, that exist in theory. Although we would be fined if we were caught littering, law enforcement is poorly executed. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;(I have seen policemen throwing "Mamee" wrappers on the streets before)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;M &amp;amp; M theory of driving. There are "Maniacs" who treat highways like a F1 race track, speeding at almost 200 km/h, endangering lives of people on the road and in the speeding car. There are also "Morons" that hog the road, driving slowly and making turns without switching on their signal lamps.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The 3 Ks'. Kiasu, Kiasi, Kialang. (Afraid to lose, afraid to die and intimidating - like a monster) We Malaysians often state that our friendly neighbour, the Singaporeans are perfect characters of the 3 Ks' but fail to see that we are masters in them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are "kiasu" during any Mega Sales. Have you ever seen people pushing and elbow each other in the shopping mall just to reach the clothes they want? What about people who cuts into any queue that you are in?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are "kiasi" to the point where we do not want to admit our faults. I was at this certain buffet dinner where I saw a male with "kiasu" characteristics - He has his plate filled with the things served till the point where some of his meatballs rolled off. Sometime later, the host came across the meatballs and asked around who caused the unwanted mess. Mr. K announced "Eh? How did that happen arh? I think I saw some kid drop his meatball-lah!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are "kialang" when we are behind the wheels. The potion that Dr Jekyll drank turns him into Mr. Hyde, while our cars and motors are instant recipes of road rage and destruction. We hold the &lt;a href="http://www.dapmalaysia.org/english/2006/august06/lge/lge415.htm"&gt;world's 30th rank in the most road fatalities&lt;/a&gt;. If you were to anger anyone on the road, they will drive ahead of you and give you a nasty "what the @$#%@ is wrong with you" glance. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Staring. Malaysians LOOOOVVEEE staring. They love looking at you as though as you are an object without any remorse. I always observe males around when I do my shopping or just hanging out with Amanda (Yes, I do admit I tend to be protective around her)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guys love looking or more specifically, LEERING at girls. They tend to stare from the heads down and stop somewhere in the middle (If you are a guy, you know and if you are a girl, you know this better).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Come on! Firstly, it is rude to stare and secondly, you are being an ass for not noticing that OTHER people knows that you are staring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;These are just a few traits of the rude and ugly side of Malaysia. I want to add that not all Malaysians are like this, some of them are really nice and good people to be with where they are willing and ready to lend a helping hand in whatever ails you have.&lt;/p&gt;WAKE UP! We are very well into our 50th birthday as a country but if we do not change our attitude and manners, we will not go very far. Imagine potential investors who are interested in our country but eventually got turn off with our ill mannered ways&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3141748068360757193-7274001893755005529?l=amandagene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/feeds/7274001893755005529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3141748068360757193&amp;postID=7274001893755005529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/7274001893755005529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/7274001893755005529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/2008/01/polite-malaysians-or-rude-malaysians_08.html' title='Polite Malaysians or Rude Malaysians?'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824727628026938263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cvn0HCp5WoA/SVOcnaDft_I/AAAAAAAABYU/GQd8IAYMrjs/S220/DSC01235.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3141748068360757193.post-1637835884738088021</id><published>2008-01-07T04:08:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T14:09:59.747+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Malacca Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Many of my friends (especially Michelle and Winnie) had been asking "how's my trip to Malacca?". It's indescribable as I had too much fun and I didn't know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some photos taken in Malacca :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152558718693166082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R4GQ2vAMTAI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/7bSYohIkO_g/s320/DSC04612.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They must be really rich to afford this Santa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm a shortie beside Santa. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm shorter than Winnie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm a shortie beside Michelle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm really short beside Eu Gene.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm as tall as Eu Gene's Mum.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Overall, I am SHORT ! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Therefore taking a full length picture with someone beside me is not advisable not UNLESS if they are as short as me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152417951140039490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R4EQ0_AMS0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/sn9RqE034q0/s320/DSC04624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152417942550104882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R4EQ0fAMSzI/AAAAAAAAAFo/7ZxpMebnWmg/s320/DSC04604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Gene and I visited the Portuguese Settlement which is a Kristang community in Ujong Pasir. (The Kristang people are better known as &lt;em&gt;"Serani"&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The Kristang are a Malaysian ethnic group with mixed Portuguese and Malay or Indian ancestry, which arose during the Portuguese colnial period.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Although they have Portuguese ancestry, most of them were quite tanned. English is their main language but they can converse in Malay fluently as well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;In December, their main attraction is during the Christmas holiday, as they decorated their houses with beautiful neon lights and festive decorations. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152417968319908706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R4EQ1_AMS2I/AAAAAAAAAGA/WXDO4fPfxWc/s320/DSC04527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152417981204810610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="315" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R4EQ2vAMS3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/39e4wfxXYdE/s320/DSC04529.JPG" width="209" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The "famous" A'Farmosa. It feels like I was teleported back into the past. It is among the oldest surviving European architectural remains in Asia. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This tiny gate (called the Porta de Santiago) is all that is left of a mighty fortress. This is why I tend to pose around more at the entrance of the building. =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Unfortunately,did not manage to snap more pictures. There were some "unwanted" attention of some "people" were staring and giving unpleasant gestures and looks. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Luckily Eu Gene was there with me or else they would have followed me even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152426017088621506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R4EYKfAMS8I/AAAAAAAAAGw/oz9h6P1Bnm4/s320/DSC04578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152417955435006802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R4EQ1PAMS1I/AAAAAAAAAF4/5tVkklLzs88/s320/DSC04579.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;St. John's Hill, Eu Gene's favourite jogging spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152425974138948482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R4EYH_AMS4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/_-_WcK8XSIE/s320/DSC04581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The view of the sea from the Settlement. The old bridge you see used to be intact when Gene was still a fat chubby kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152425978433915794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R4EYIPAMS5I/AAAAAAAAAGY/lYiB5j8Y7zM/s320/DSC04569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Klebang Beach in Malacca. One of my first few times at a real beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152425987023850402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R4EYIvAMS6I/AAAAAAAAAGg/QG8LiI_PC1A/s320/DSC04568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rm10 for a ride ? Michelle, that horse looks like you ! (poor horse looks like it was crying or am I too heavy?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gene brought me over to a Crocodile Farm as well. It only costs RM5 per entry. It was really amazing to see real live crocodiles lying around. There were baby crocodiles (a pen's length) and as well as more matured ones.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The place was quite poorly managed, with no proper walking paths. The glass display cages where they kept the snakes were dirty. The water in the pools of the crocodiles were either yellow or brownish-green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152426004203719602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R4EYJvAMS7I/AAAAAAAAAGo/B9izm4Nc7gU/s320/DSC04659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A dead croc and a live girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Overall, the place was an interesting place for me. We even visited a "haunted house" in the Farm but we had to pay RM2 to enter. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was so dark that Gene walk straight into the wall three to four times. It was a total RIPOFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152430543984151506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R4EcR_AMS9I/AAAAAAAAAG4/XMLEJTk9x2k/s320/DSC04666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amazed to see a buffalo ( I don't mean to snap from it's back )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152550553960336370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R4GJbfAMS_I/AAAAAAAAAHI/CWXvXWflJ7w/s320/DSC04550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152430565458988002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R4EcTPAMS-I/AAAAAAAAAHA/skqU7dqtvok/s320/DSC04598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last but not least, Me and Gene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Special thanks to: Gene, Auntie ( Gene's mom ), Uncle ( Gene's dad ) and Cat Yee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Thank you &lt;/span&gt;for taking care of me and I really do enjoy my trip a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Amanda&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S : Wanted to take some pictures with auntie, uncle and cat yee but do not have the guts to ask them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Note from Eu Gene: I have edited some contents in this blog. Enjoy reading =). I may post some new contents about the fort and the pictures of places you see here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3141748068360757193-1637835884738088021?l=amandagene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/feeds/1637835884738088021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3141748068360757193&amp;postID=1637835884738088021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/1637835884738088021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/1637835884738088021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/2008/01/malacca-trip.html' title='Malacca Trip'/><author><name>Amanda Choong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02731026681486225754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3k3w_AMSOI/AAAAAAAAABA/2Qa3LtxFhF0/S220/DSC00302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R4GQ2vAMTAI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/7bSYohIkO_g/s72-c/DSC04612.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3141748068360757193.post-7565983638250049405</id><published>2008-01-06T20:30:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T22:55:11.502+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Jalan Ipoh Yong Tau Foo - A brief note</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;This post was meant to be published yesterday, but I got lazy. Anyways, Amanda and I went for breakfast over this place, "Jalan Ipoh Yong Tau Foo". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The name might be a little deceiving, for this restaurant is not exactly located at Jalan Ipoh but at Jalan Segambut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R4C48vAMStI/AAAAAAAAAE4/1to2xUwVEqs/s1600-h/DSC00304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152321327260781266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R4C48vAMStI/AAAAAAAAAE4/1to2xUwVEqs/s320/DSC00304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Extra chewy fish balls. Yum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The ordering style is like Kim Gary's, a paper and a pencil. You just need to count the number of ingredients that you want and write them down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;However, the price for each ingredient (i.e. fish ball, bean curd, lady's finger, etc.) is much more expensive than the ones in Malacca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R4C5KvAMSwI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/phbyudTiRuU/s1600-h/DSC00305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152321567778949890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R4C5KvAMSwI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/phbyudTiRuU/s320/DSC00305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eggplant and "tau kua". Superb!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would be my first time eating Yong Tau Foo with rice, as they do not serve noodles. The fish balls were fresh and chewy. The eggplant was superb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Basically, everything was good. I guess this is the reason why people are willing to pay almost one ringgit for just one fish ball or ingredient. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R4C8OvAMSyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/yqYzhEdarY8/s1600-h/DSC04782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152324935033309986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R4C8OvAMSyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/yqYzhEdarY8/s320/DSC04782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The paper where the restaurant determines our orders. Note: the price for each thing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Overall cost of the day? For my portion alone, it was RM 10.80. I guess living in KL basically means inflated prices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although that was a huge amount to pay for a meal, I guess it was alright as it was so delicious&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R4C48_AMSuI/AAAAAAAAAFA/PymspaZ-Be0/s1600-h/DSC00306.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152321331555748578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R4C48_AMSuI/AAAAAAAAAFA/PymspaZ-Be0/s320/DSC00306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The fried bean curd. Awesome.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A brief note: Michelle got lazy that early morning when she ignored our SMSs. We invited her over for breakfast as she lives somewhere along Jalan Ipoh. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3141748068360757193-7565983638250049405?l=amandagene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/feeds/7565983638250049405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3141748068360757193&amp;postID=7565983638250049405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/7565983638250049405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/7565983638250049405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/2008/01/jalan-ipoh-yong-tau-foo-brief-note.html' title='Jalan Ipoh Yong Tau Foo - A brief note'/><author><name>Amanda Choong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02731026681486225754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3k3w_AMSOI/AAAAAAAAABA/2Qa3LtxFhF0/S220/DSC00302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R4C48vAMStI/AAAAAAAAAE4/1to2xUwVEqs/s72-c/DSC00304.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3141748068360757193.post-4043864314693175496</id><published>2008-01-03T23:25:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T01:31:38.828+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Feature: Ah Beng &amp; Ah Lian</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, we Malaysians live in a very multi-cultured country, so unique that other than our friendly neighbour Singapore, no other place in the world has them. What are they? They are Ah Beng &amp;amp; Ah Lians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPECIMEN ONE: AH BENG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151236212363381186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3zeCvAMScI/AAAAAAAAACw/w0nfJJY6TGs/s320/beng+evolution.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Ah Beng Evolution: 50 Years of Progress&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The typical Chinese guy more commonly found in places with dense Chinese population. Generally has dyed hair (bright golden bleach is preferred, bright red, blue or green is sometimes the "in" thing). Some of them prefer short and spiky hair where as some prefer long front fringes that gives them the occasionally habit of "flicking" their head. (more like a seizure attack).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151236212363381202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="211" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3zeCvAMSdI/AAAAAAAAAC4/lcnaMNv_3x0/s320/153539602_a3740627e2.jpg" width="282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Typical Ah Beng pose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151236216658348530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3zeC_AMSfI/AAAAAAAAADI/rFjF1SGDeBY/s320/classic+ah+beng+look.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The favourite "centre parting" style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151240889582766674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3ziS_AMSlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/mOPCoe9FpTM/s320/beng5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The standard issue of Ah Beng-ness: Blonde Bleach&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Ah Beng generally loves techno music and most of the time owns a modified Kancil car which blasts their favourite music genre so loud you can hear it down the road. If you were to witness a heavily tinted car, with deep bass "thump-thump" zooming in front of you, 75% chance it would be an Ah Beng.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151239326214670882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3zg3_AMSiI/AAAAAAAAADg/6g4D_XK6-ow/s320/typical+ah+beng+car.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A modified Kancil: Licensed to "kao" Ah Lians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151239918920157746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3zhafAMSjI/AAAAAAAAADo/6RdJbFC7Kf8/s320/beng.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Another version of an Ah Beng car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ah Bengs are pretty vulgar. They speak in a mix of Chinese and Hokkien. And when they speak English, it may be hard to understand their mangled form of English. However, there are those few Bengs who are actually pretty highly-educated but their manner gives it away. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;They often think people are constantly staring at them. Sometimes, this aggressive behaviour results in a fight with whoever they thought were staring at them. Favourite phrase before the fight: "Kua, kua, kua Si-Mik? Ai seo pak ar? K** N* N**!". &lt;em&gt;(Direct translation: Look, look, look what? Want to fight? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:*#%$^@*$"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*#%$^@*$&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPECIMEN TWO: AH LIANS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3zngvAMSoI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/80WDdVgkaMM/s1600-h/398527545_e0f22ae43d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151246623364106882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3zngvAMSoI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/80WDdVgkaMM/s320/398527545_e0f22ae43d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The epitome of Ah Lian-ness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ah Lians would be the female version of an Ah Beng. They are something like the Asian version of a Bimbo (Body Impressive, Brain Optional). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151247422228023954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3zoPPAMSpI/AAAAAAAAAEY/wPQ6tuEFxOQ/s320/1_852946011l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hong Kong pop wannabies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huge platform shoes are a requirement for them.They prefer blond/red/blue streaks in their hair. (Their aim is to look like Hong Kong pop figures but it rarely works). "Bob" hair-cuts is the current "in" thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151248036408347298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3zoy_AMSqI/AAAAAAAAAEg/QsyhkI5sAYQ/s320/lian.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With platforms like this, they can easily walk over flash-flood waters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;An Ah Lian normally has the need to add their "kawai-i" &lt;em&gt;(cute)&lt;/em&gt; factor. Phone accessories and colorful hair pins and clips are a must before they leave their homes. When taking pictures with friends and fellow Ah Lians, a minimum of two fingers must be put out and the head must be tilted at an 10-20 degrees angle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151252717922699970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3ztDfAMSsI/AAAAAAAAAEw/dNQZAmAgtaM/s320/lala+lians.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fingers up! Steady annnnndddd snap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Other characteristics of the two species mentioned&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Most of them love hanging out at cyber-cafes. If you enter into any cyber-cafes, you may witness some of them playing Counter-Strike, DotA and O2 Jam. They would be either shouting and hopping about their seats like monkeys or swearing Hokkien and Mandarin expletives.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another one of my favourite past-time is to browse certain "community" websites and reading profiles of random people. Some of the humurous ones that I came across:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I LIke TO WatcH The AcTioN MOvIe Such As 2fUsT2fURiOS...HErM..C.S.I iS AlSO tHE mOST i lIKe TO wATCH...gHOST bLOcKbUSTER..aLsOaLSo...hMM...aND AlL pROgRAM AT mtV,[V] AnD hITz.tV"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I lovE MusiX Very WeLL And No bOdy caN stop Me to Love It...eSpeciaLLy EngLish SOng...I AlSo Like tO BikE My SouLMate SkuTEr"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's a little bit annoyin sometimes to read alternate capital letters. I really wonder whether they have the time to press SHIFT at every alternate letter they type. I guess this wraps up today's feature. Till then, later days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3141748068360757193-4043864314693175496?l=amandagene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/feeds/4043864314693175496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3141748068360757193&amp;postID=4043864314693175496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/4043864314693175496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/4043864314693175496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/2008/01/todays-feature-ah-beng-ah-lian.html' title='Today&apos;s Feature: Ah Beng &amp; Ah Lian'/><author><name>Amanda Choong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02731026681486225754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3k3w_AMSOI/AAAAAAAAABA/2Qa3LtxFhF0/S220/DSC00302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3zeCvAMScI/AAAAAAAAACw/w0nfJJY6TGs/s72-c/beng+evolution.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3141748068360757193.post-8629397383562620008</id><published>2008-01-03T02:03:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T03:04:26.794+11:00</updated><title type='text'>hilarious video clip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3u0cPAMSbI/AAAAAAAAACo/773XHp_mfSA/s1600-h/2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3u0cPAMSbI/AAAAAAAAACo/773XHp_mfSA/s320/2008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150908995984968114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 2008 to all of my friends and family. Year 2007 will be a closing chapter to everyone. There were good and bad times in our past and hopefully we'll try not to carry forward our grudge feelings for this wonderful year 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one of the hilarious video clip which made me burst into tears of laughter. &lt;br /&gt;What happens if you're in that scenario ? sit back and enjoy the clip =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t0kz8MCxq6A&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t0kz8MCxq6A&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3141748068360757193-8629397383562620008?l=amandagene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/feeds/8629397383562620008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3141748068360757193&amp;postID=8629397383562620008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/8629397383562620008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/8629397383562620008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/2008/01/hilarious-video-clip.html' title='hilarious video clip'/><author><name>Amanda Choong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02731026681486225754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3k3w_AMSOI/AAAAAAAAABA/2Qa3LtxFhF0/S220/DSC00302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3u0cPAMSbI/AAAAAAAAACo/773XHp_mfSA/s72-c/2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3141748068360757193.post-1043501481658483196</id><published>2008-01-02T03:59:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T13:59:11.828+11:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Post (Coming from Amanda)</title><content type='html'>This is my very first posting and I don't really know how to start. Anyway I came across this video and thought it was funny. Here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 450px; HEIGHT: 356px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-6b.slide.com/widgets/sf.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=undefined&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=432345564249810795&amp;amp;site=widget-6b.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=undefined&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=432345564249810795&amp;amp;map=C" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-6b.slide.com/q1/432345564249810795/xx_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide8.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=undefined&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=432345564249810795&amp;amp;map=D" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-6b.slide.com/q2/432345564249810795/xx_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide7.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very meaningful video which touches me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 450px; HEIGHT: 356px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-1a.slide.com/widgets/sf.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=undefined&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=432345564249366298&amp;amp;site=widget-1a.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=undefined&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=432345564249366298&amp;amp;map=C" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1a.slide.com/q1/432345564249366298/xx_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide8.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=undefined&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=432345564249366298&amp;amp;map=D" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1a.slide.com/q2/432345564249366298/xx_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide7.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little extra note that I want to share. Back then when we were in high school, we used to be " 3 " all the time. Now that it is down to just the two of us and I am suspecting that she' is avoiding me for her "boy-friend". If this goes on, I will just keep my distance. She chose her "boy-friend" over me. Mich, if you are reading this, I just wanna let u know that I understand how you felt back then. If only he doesn't exist in her life, I guess maybe there is still the 3 of us till now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3141748068360757193-1043501481658483196?l=amandagene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/feeds/1043501481658483196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3141748068360757193&amp;postID=1043501481658483196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/1043501481658483196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/1043501481658483196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-1st-post-coming-from-amanda.html' title='My First Post (Coming from Amanda)'/><author><name>Amanda Choong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02731026681486225754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3k3w_AMSOI/AAAAAAAAABA/2Qa3LtxFhF0/S220/DSC00302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3141748068360757193.post-2532389544578567257</id><published>2008-01-02T01:20:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T02:44:48.673+11:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of 2008: Time Square</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy New Year everybody. I hope none of you guys have any nasty hangovers or waking up half dead. I guess everyone enjoyed themselves in their very own special ways. Nothing much happened today, except that we went to Times Square in the afternoon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was very much of a sudden decision for both of us. The traffic in KL in pretty light today (assuming everyone who partied last night were still sleeping) so it took us only a while to reach the place without any jams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Honestly, it is my first time over to Time Square. At first sight, I was quite impressed with the place. Not only that it is huge, but the layout and the interior design is alright to look at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3pSxvAMSQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/sA27mTpH3eo/s1600-h/DSC00314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150520138235922690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3pSxvAMSQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/sA27mTpH3eo/s320/DSC00314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The multi-leveled escalators&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3pSxvAMSPI/AAAAAAAAABI/Q7wHfINvyJI/s1600-h/DSC00313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150520138235922674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3pSxvAMSPI/AAAAAAAAABI/Q7wHfINvyJI/s320/DSC00313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Starry-eyed surprise?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We bought two tickets for the AVP 2 at the IMAX theatre counter. While waiting for the theatre to open, we walked around the shopping mall. There were ten stories of shopping isles, but only the first 6 floors were packed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was quite disappointing to see a mall of such grandeur succumb to sub-standard clothing stores and brands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Time Square Mall is home to the largest indoor theme park in Malaysia. The 3 storey roller-coaster track was quite an impressive sight. The arcade centre was so-so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3pWmPAMSTI/AAAAAAAAABo/QgHId6BiOm0/s1600-h/DSC00316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150524338713938226" style="WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" height="238" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3pWmPAMSTI/AAAAAAAAABo/QgHId6BiOm0/s320/DSC00316.JPG" width="258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The indoor-theme park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3pWmvAMSUI/AAAAAAAAABw/tM4iCPAXEk0/s1600-h/DSC00321_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150524347303872834" style="WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px" height="320" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3pWmvAMSUI/AAAAAAAAABw/tM4iCPAXEk0/s320/DSC00321_2.JPG" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3pWm_AMSVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/7DNwKvtmugc/s1600-h/DSC00326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150524351598840146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3pWm_AMSVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/7DNwKvtmugc/s320/DSC00326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3pWnfAMSWI/AAAAAAAAACA/wUo0ScVkr5s/s1600-h/DSC00331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150524360188774754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3pWnfAMSWI/AAAAAAAAACA/wUo0ScVkr5s/s320/DSC00331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3pWlvAMSSI/AAAAAAAAABg/QL1uxLq5UAg/s1600-h/DSC00315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150524330124003618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3pWlvAMSSI/AAAAAAAAABg/QL1uxLq5UAg/s320/DSC00315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;align="justify"&gt;After the very long walk and before the movie, we stopped by over at "Kopi-tiam Station" (one of the old coffee shop style franchise) and ordered a Mango and Banana Ice Shave. To our dismay, what we ordered was very far from the thing that they gave us (a very big rip-off). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3pX6_AMSXI/AAAAAAAAACI/VpMurVXFYeA/s1600-h/DSC00338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150525794707851634" style="CURSOR: hand" height="193" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3pX6_AMSXI/AAAAAAAAACI/VpMurVXFYeA/s320/DSC00338.JPG" width="267" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The very delicious mango ice shave, yes?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150525799002818946" style="WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" height="214" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3pX7PAMSYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/LSwZdnpSMec/s320/DSC00339.JPG" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The very sub-standard dish served to us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3pX7PAMSZI/AAAAAAAAACY/MlEyb-lyi0o/s1600-h/DSC00337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150525799002818962" style="CURSOR: hand" height="231" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3pX7PAMSZI/AAAAAAAAACY/MlEyb-lyi0o/s320/DSC00337.JPG" width="307" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;An additional note about the place; poor management and lousy staff members. Imagine this, two of the workers were "distributing" fork, knives, spoons and serviettes on the floor! That is a big no-no for my standards. RM 6.50 for a half empty bowl of shave ice is pretty expensive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;AVP 2 started at 2.45 p.m. Yes, they hold the largest silver screen in Malaysia, but what they certainly lack in was the clarity of the movie shown. The movie wasn't sharp at all, almost like a cheap RM 6 DVDs purchased from a pasar malam. The sound system and acoustic however was really something. It certainly gave Amanda lots of fright. =) &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Out of a credit rating of 5 I would only give TS 2 points. Although the place was big and spacious such as the Curve and Gardens, but the quality of the goods displayed and shops available were a let down. They really ruin a 5 star shopping mall. What really shocked me the most was the parking fees, RM 10! That's freaking day-light robbery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Guess that's all about today. Laters!&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/3141748068360757193-2532389544578567257?l=amandagene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/feeds/2532389544578567257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3141748068360757193&amp;postID=2532389544578567257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/2532389544578567257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/2532389544578567257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-day-of-2008-time-square.html' title='First day of 2008: Time Square'/><author><name>Amanda Choong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02731026681486225754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3k3w_AMSOI/AAAAAAAAABA/2Qa3LtxFhF0/S220/DSC00302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3pSxvAMSQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/sA27mTpH3eo/s72-c/DSC00314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3141748068360757193.post-9047240386249435701</id><published>2008-01-01T04:23:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T05:38:58.410+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye to the Old Times, Hello to the New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Forget about the party at the Curve, Cineleisure or even the countdown at Mid-Valley. When anyone asks how did we usher in the new year, the answer is simple: A movie and supper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before all that, I had a pleasant surprise from Amanda, Big Apple Doughnuts! They are mouth-watering circles which are sinfully coated with chocolate, sugar and jam. She drove me to one of the hills in Bangsar to have a small 'dinner-picnic' while watching the sun set. Nothing beats the satisfaction gained from eating with someone you cherish (as well as doughnuts which are so yum!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3kz0vAMSKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Iwa2CP7fK5c/s1600-h/Image247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150204629938358434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3kz0vAMSKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Iwa2CP7fK5c/s320/Image247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We watched 'I am Legend' at 1-Utama. It was a good thing that we left the place early as the traffic jam towards the Curve had already started. Hordes of people were already flocking to 1-Utama arond 10 p.m. as there was a live concert. Thank goodness we were not stuck in the pile up for long. Here's the pro-KL driver in action:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3k1EfAMSLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8La9OBkXuxY/s1600-h/DSC00307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150206000032925874" style="WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" height="213" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3k1EfAMSLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8La9OBkXuxY/s320/DSC00307.JPG" width="212" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We arrived at the Indian Mamak with hungry stomachs. It was not a surprise to see that place almost empty as most of the KL-lites were either at home or at clubs/bars waiting to usher the year 2008. These are the things we ordered:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3kz0PAMSHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d4hoTti8ZTQ/s1600-h/DSC00310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150204621348423794" style="CURSOR: hand" height="228" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3kz0PAMSHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d4hoTti8ZTQ/s320/DSC00310.JPG" width="286" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3kz0fAMSII/AAAAAAAAAAU/OnptVCR0Dp4/s1600-h/DSC00311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150204625643391106" style="WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" height="229" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3kz0fAMSII/AAAAAAAAAAU/OnptVCR0Dp4/s320/DSC00311.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3kz0vAMSJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Jy1-q2mqbEQ/s1600-h/DSC00312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150204629938358418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3kz0vAMSJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Jy1-q2mqbEQ/s320/DSC00312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1. Maggi Goreng 2. Amanda with her Roti Tisu 3. Nasi Goreng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3kz0fAMSII/AAAAAAAAAAU/OnptVCR0Dp4/s1600-h/DSC00311.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not really much of a count-down we had, but it was something that few others did during this very special occasion: just hanging out with someone special till the clock ticks from the past to the future. Greetings to my parents who are back in Malacca (pleasantly enjoying filling their stomachs at Ang Moh Teh without me), friends and everyone who reads this post. Happy New Year all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3kz0fAMSII/AAAAAAAAAAU/OnptVCR0Dp4/s1600-h/DSC00311.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3141748068360757193-9047240386249435701?l=amandagene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/feeds/9047240386249435701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3141748068360757193&amp;postID=9047240386249435701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/9047240386249435701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3141748068360757193/posts/default/9047240386249435701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandagene.blogspot.com/2007/12/goodbye-to-old-times-hello-to-new-year.html' title='Goodbye to the Old Times, Hello to the New Year'/><author><name>Amanda Choong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02731026681486225754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3k3w_AMSOI/AAAAAAAAABA/2Qa3LtxFhF0/S220/DSC00302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dFPrqnA6cHM/R3kz0vAMSKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Iwa2CP7fK5c/s72-c/Image247.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
