<?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-168431435376733832</id><updated>2011-11-28T07:26:06.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>evangeliza</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>141</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-7937203937076752793</id><published>2010-04-01T17:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T17:19:25.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does it really matter?</title><content type='html'>So, I have not ranted in a while. It's 2 am. I have an 8.30 am class (which looks like I'm not going to be attending). But my answers for many questions have been answered by that question and I think it's such a good answer. I don't understand why being indifferent is such a pain in the ass for some people. If I'm indifferent, what does it matter? You should be happy because I don't give a fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So honestly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does it really matter?&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/168431435376733832-7937203937076752793?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/7937203937076752793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=7937203937076752793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/7937203937076752793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/7937203937076752793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2010/04/does-it-really-matter.html' title='Does it really matter?'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-7369010856101267597</id><published>2010-03-06T12:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T12:24:54.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beggars...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cannot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; choosers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in my &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;own&lt;/span&gt; Private Idaho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Live &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you're dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                                &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                       &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Jump. &lt;/span&gt;                                                      &lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;&lt;em&gt;asphyxiation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you ready...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To jump?&lt;br /&gt;To live?&lt;br /&gt;To be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; make it alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fuck yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Do you believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I really... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                             &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hoot Wh&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                           It's all an illusion.&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;"&gt;Bitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the start and sweet at &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's called &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-7369010856101267597?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/7369010856101267597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=7369010856101267597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/7369010856101267597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/7369010856101267597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2010/03/beggars.html' title='Beggars...'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-2507930788375123508</id><published>2010-02-20T13:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T14:14:05.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seattle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/S391ZO3vXaI/AAAAAAAAByI/5e9YD0PTCwg/s1600-h/IMG_0771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/S391ZO3vXaI/AAAAAAAAByI/5e9YD0PTCwg/s320/IMG_0771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440195951235915170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My little welcome note to the land that is essentially Vancouver but called under a different name: Seattle. I don't know why but I loved it in Seattle. It's so much Vancouver in so many ways but it wasn't. And I loved being there. Maybe because I was in the land of Oppurtunities (with a capital O)? Or because I was just being biased since I was a tourist and I only looked at the nice stuff? Oh well...Picture time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/S391Z1l8RdI/AAAAAAAAByQ/Tx3Dtn9WsSQ/s1600-h/IMG_0772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/S391Z1l8RdI/AAAAAAAAByQ/Tx3Dtn9WsSQ/s320/IMG_0772.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440195961630246354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ate here and you can see. It's a pretty famous place right in the heart of downtown Seattle. It looks very posh on the inside. We were too full from the binge eating everywhere we were at and we just decided to order appetizers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/S39zHlZSPkI/AAAAAAAAByA/sBwRod3PtmY/s1600-h/IMG_0770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/S39zHlZSPkI/AAAAAAAAByA/sBwRod3PtmY/s320/IMG_0770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440193449021292098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some artichoke hearts I believe? And a lil sauce on the side to go along with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/S39zGuaORcI/AAAAAAAABx4/IwR811Ara3Q/s1600-h/IMG_0769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/S39zGuaORcI/AAAAAAAABx4/IwR811Ara3Q/s320/IMG_0769.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440193434261276098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Avocado something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/S39zF2vFrqI/AAAAAAAABxw/z5VSNMild50/s1600-h/IMG_0768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/S39zF2vFrqI/AAAAAAAABxw/z5VSNMild50/s320/IMG_0768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440193419316407970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I assure you that it may look disgusting but these mushrooms were awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/S39zEjL0sOI/AAAAAAAABxo/I4I0QuR2jlI/s1600-h/IMG_0767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/S39zEjL0sOI/AAAAAAAABxo/I4I0QuR2jlI/s320/IMG_0767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440193396888350946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And to top it all off with some Quesadillas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/S39ya8ha3MI/AAAAAAAABxY/pOCkQ7xO6aI/s1600-h/IMG_0766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/S39ya8ha3MI/AAAAAAAABxY/pOCkQ7xO6aI/s320/IMG_0766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440192682135313602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a random shot in the chocolate shop where we bought the fudge. Awesome stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/S39yZ8eslGI/AAAAAAAABxQ/AG6qlTHg3rI/s1600-h/IMG_0762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/S39yZ8eslGI/AAAAAAAABxQ/AG6qlTHg3rI/s320/IMG_0762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440192664944022626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And of course, I was at the first Starbucks in the world (although Starbucks was founded in Seattle, it has the most branches in Vancouver currently). It looks very different from other Starbucks, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/S39yYaQM1JI/AAAAAAAABxI/hk4HhqU2VN0/s1600-h/IMG_0760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/S39yYaQM1JI/AAAAAAAABxI/hk4HhqU2VN0/s320/IMG_0760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440192638576546962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here... I just liked the colours... I'm such a sucker for colours. They look so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/S39yXQlNcQI/AAAAAAAABxA/1hFvz7ywjWc/s1600-h/IMG_0759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/S39yXQlNcQI/AAAAAAAABxA/1hFvz7ywjWc/s320/IMG_0759.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440192618800443650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These stuff are AWESOME! you so need to try. They taste amazing. Fruit logs are what they are called and it's just so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/S39yWq8ScWI/AAAAAAAABw4/YHzvnJ5dP7I/s1600-h/IMG_0758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/S39yWq8ScWI/AAAAAAAABw4/YHzvnJ5dP7I/s320/IMG_0758.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440192608696693090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is where all the stalls are at. Pike Place Market. Nice little place. You get to see fish fly about above your heads. Now how can you say no to that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/S39yWq8ScWI/AAAAAAAABw4/YHzvnJ5dP7I/s1600-h/IMG_0758.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/S391a0RVx-I/AAAAAAAAByY/zhr889SsIgI/s1600-h/IMG_0773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/S391a0RVx-I/AAAAAAAAByY/zhr889SsIgI/s320/IMG_0773.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440195978455271394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this.... I just loved the monotonous-ness. Haha. It's one of the floors in the Public Library. Each floor has a colour and the ladies was on this floor so the minute you get off a white elevator, you see this. Pretty awesome eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that is Seattle is finally done, Olympics part I will be out very shortly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-2507930788375123508?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/2507930788375123508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=2507930788375123508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/2507930788375123508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/2507930788375123508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2010/02/seattle.html' title='Seattle.'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/S391ZO3vXaI/AAAAAAAAByI/5e9YD0PTCwg/s72-c/IMG_0771.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-4553211327569458691</id><published>2010-02-15T15:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T15:25:49.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts</title><content type='html'>There is just something about just sitting on the bathroom floor and getting rained on. I think the only reason I stopped continuing to sit listening to water shower down on me was because I almost depleted the hot water supply. Not good at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been some years since I had a &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;déjà vu. I miss that feeling of "I think I saw this happen before." I used to have it quite often. And now... *zilch*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something wrong with commitment: you have to commit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a drink.&lt;br /&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/168431435376733832-4553211327569458691?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/4553211327569458691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=4553211327569458691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/4553211327569458691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/4553211327569458691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2010/02/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-7234393539725019492</id><published>2010-01-23T14:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T15:05:40.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soon...soon</title><content type='html'>I thought that by this time this year, I would have found out what I wanted to do with my life. I guess I haven't. I went to university thinking that I'd figure it out. Sooner or later at least but I just don't know what I want. I don't particularly like Business but my major seems to be that at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a kid, I wanted to be an artist but I always drew so many marine mammals that I soon developed a liking for becoming a Marine Biologist. That stuck with me for quite some time until we started learning Biology in school. Then, I wanted to be a doctor (who didn't?). But that would take about my whole life and I became restless, so I decided to be something else but I just didn't know what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I'm pretty much at nowhere. At least as a kid, I had a rough idea of something but now I just don't have anything. I seem so comfortable at my life right now that I just don't have the urge to think about my future. If 2012 is right, I don't have to think about the future at all. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-7234393539725019492?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/7234393539725019492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=7234393539725019492' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/7234393539725019492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/7234393539725019492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2010/01/soonsoon.html' title='Soon...soon'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-7802581569622104057</id><published>2010-01-20T06:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T06:49:47.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So what happened?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;What always happens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;e&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/168431435376733832-7802581569622104057?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/7802581569622104057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=7802581569622104057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/7802581569622104057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/7802581569622104057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-what-happened.html' title='So what happened?'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-3965649066616157174</id><published>2010-01-16T22:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T08:03:12.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And here it goes</title><content type='html'>A few people have asked me what my new year resolutions were for 2010. I really did not have any. I don't exactly believe in them. But I gues there's a first for everything. There may be a few things I want to do before I kick the bucket but let's hope that I'll live a long, and happy life, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, by the end of 2010,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt; I'd have worked for the Winter Olympics.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hope to save enough to go home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And also to travel to Australia to see some friends in Melbourne and Sydney(maybe)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a "good enough" DSLR camera that I can bring around with me =)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get even better grades to hopefully get a scholarship&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'd want to start baking again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hiked up Grouse Mountain maybe once a week once the summer begins&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Travelled down to Seattle =)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Moved in with my brother since he's coming soon!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lost the weight I gained from eating all the good food from home &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(only to gain it all again when I go home again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have more crazy ones but I guess I have to wait and see whether I can do all that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-3965649066616157174?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/3965649066616157174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=3965649066616157174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/3965649066616157174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/3965649066616157174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-here-it-goes.html' title='And here it goes'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-7501812645570684499</id><published>2010-01-14T19:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T19:23:05.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fear</title><content type='html'>I think that's what holds us back.&lt;br /&gt;Having a conscience that tells you right from wrong.&lt;br /&gt;What if we screwed that conscience and decided that from now on, I'll do what I like.&lt;br /&gt;What kind of world would we live in, eh?&lt;br /&gt;Probably the kind that doesn't care but, there's no stopping us then now is there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have one fear though.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder what if I sleep now and never get up?&lt;br /&gt;What if I get hit by a bus?&lt;br /&gt;What if I slip on ice and crash into some killer rose bushes.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, strike that last one off.&lt;br /&gt;The fact that we cannot know when it could happen...&lt;br /&gt;Being totally helpless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where would I be then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidence, that's all it ever is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not fate&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/168431435376733832-7501812645570684499?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/7501812645570684499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=7501812645570684499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/7501812645570684499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/7501812645570684499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2010/01/fear.html' title='The Fear'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-1279739379016911540</id><published>2010-01-11T14:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T14:34:56.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet disposition</title><content type='html'>I just came back a few hours ago from the Vancouver International Airport and I felt relieved to finally put my 2 feet on the ground after hours and hours of non-stop flights but right now, I'm missing home again. I feel like I didn't even go for a holiday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is in a couple of hours and I wonder how I'm going to pay attention when my head is elsewhere. I ate for 2 or maybe even 3 people when I was there. I was stuffed. And I dread going to the gym tomorrow. I need to go grovery shopping too. The sun goes down so early here now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Reality bites hard, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night, today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day, tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep moving. That's what we do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-1279739379016911540?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/1279739379016911540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=1279739379016911540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/1279739379016911540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/1279739379016911540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2010/01/sweet-disposition.html' title='Sweet disposition'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-2499897032765127551</id><published>2009-12-04T04:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T04:12:39.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faces</title><content type='html'>Finals are in a week. It's about time it came although I wish I had more time to study for it. I'm trying to phase out last week's incident but it doesn't seem to want to leave my mind. However, I have something so much more important to look forward to. So winter, please don't kill me yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-2499897032765127551?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/2499897032765127551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=2499897032765127551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/2499897032765127551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/2499897032765127551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2009/12/faces.html' title='Faces'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-7215664522774524844</id><published>2009-11-28T19:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T19:44:07.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That... feeling</title><content type='html'>I feel... I mean... It's not like anything happened but... I'm not making any sense... I feel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;violated.&lt;br /&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/168431435376733832-7215664522774524844?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/7215664522774524844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=7215664522774524844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/7215664522774524844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/7215664522774524844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2009/11/that-feeling.html' title='That... feeling'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-6022922663882254224</id><published>2009-11-22T12:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T12:59:40.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the love of the game</title><content type='html'>Sure we all agree that humans are not perfect but would that mean I'm inhumane to love the game more than the actual person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chase is all that matters. And I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being a sport.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-6022922663882254224?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/6022922663882254224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=6022922663882254224' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/6022922663882254224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/6022922663882254224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2009/11/for-love-of-game.html' title='For the love of the game'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-4141624550711303619</id><published>2009-11-20T04:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T05:06:10.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The same is not same</title><content type='html'>I’m listening to Gary Jules’ “Mad World” and I’m thinking to myself, this is a fucking good song and then I think again and say, this is exactly what the world is: mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking… ONE MONTH. That’s all I need to get through right now. But listening to this song, I’ve realized how I’m not going back to the same things, same people, same life. People move on, people change, things change and it really isn’t the same in the end. As much as I keep telling myself and everyone I know that my best years were in high school, this is exactly why it is the best. Because I lived to become a 20 year old woman to tell the tale. As much as I want to be forever 19, there is no such universe. Life, as they say, is about growing and "finding yourself".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time waits for no man and we are but on our own. I’ve seen people I know change for the better and also, for the worse but who am I to judge, right? I guess I’ve changed myself (as much as I want to stay the same) . Does it really matter in the end then? The truth is ugly, we all know that and that is why we lie but one day, you got to face it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-4141624550711303619?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/4141624550711303619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=4141624550711303619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/4141624550711303619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/4141624550711303619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2009/11/same-is-not-same.html' title='The same is not same'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-5390341183358226287</id><published>2009-11-08T15:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T15:53:11.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake up and smell the...</title><content type='html'>coffee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have been suckered into the commercialised world of coffee. I have drank this same coffee for the past 3 weeks every Thursday with my father (who I might add is the one responsible for corrupting me). Let me tell you something. You have NOT drank coffee until you have taken a cup of latte from the famous Caffe Artigiano. Get a small latte and add 4 bags of brown sugar and trust me, you'll be in Italy. (or at least imagine to be considering it rains so much now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SvZ2CIKM9pI/AAAAAAAABws/M9MFy0kphCw/s1600-h/Picture%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SvZ2CIKM9pI/AAAAAAAABws/M9MFy0kphCw/s320/Picture%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401634581999580818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Definitely a smile you want to see in the mornings isn't it? Talk about clouds in your coffee. This is so much more better. A friggin'smiley face! Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SvZ0-y1-mlI/AAAAAAAABwM/ZsYYkICDxAI/s1600-h/IMG_0731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SvZ0-y1-mlI/AAAAAAAABwM/ZsYYkICDxAI/s320/IMG_0731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401633425226373714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then of course, the famous leaf. Pretty isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SvZ0-VHEu7I/AAAAAAAABwE/rTqojGM6ArM/s1600-h/IMG_0730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SvZ0-VHEu7I/AAAAAAAABwE/rTqojGM6ArM/s320/IMG_0730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401633417245014962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now.. for the good part. We went over to Kintaro which is a famous place for making home-made Ramen. I really want to know why the most dingy-est places have the best food? Anyway, if EVER you are in Vancouver and you crave for some Japanese ramen... THIS is definitely the place to hit right in downtown. The place starts only at 12pm but the line up starts at 11.30. Yes, people line up before it opens. Just shows how good it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SvZ0_EphGUI/AAAAAAAABwU/6WsXVQrDxro/s1600-h/IMG_0729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SvZ0_EphGUI/AAAAAAAABwU/6WsXVQrDxro/s320/IMG_0729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401633430005946690" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;It was a HUGE bowl but it was so good, and I just had to finish it. Anyone want to join me for lunch at Kintaro's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My treat =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-5390341183358226287?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/5390341183358226287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=5390341183358226287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/5390341183358226287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/5390341183358226287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2009/11/wake-up-and-smell.html' title='Wake up and smell the...'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SvZ2CIKM9pI/AAAAAAAABws/M9MFy0kphCw/s72-c/Picture%281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-24585812880347411</id><published>2009-10-30T12:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T12:34:00.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Highlights of 291009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Supmkkpqh4I/AAAAAAAABvs/rtqSRErHHaA/s1600-h/IMG_0726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Supmkkpqh4I/AAAAAAAABvs/rtqSRErHHaA/s320/IMG_0726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398239881856714626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I only have 5 weeks left this semester. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THANK YOU GOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; This semester is kicking my ass so hard I can't wait for it to be over. I know people say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt; is supposed to be the best times of our lives but seriously... what they forgot to tell you was that it's the hardest time as well. But then again, there are a lot of reasons for you to have a good life or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, it's been nearly 6 months since I've been at the Vancouver Aquarium and I was so happy to go back today to help out with the Halloween festival booth. I ate quite a few crickets today because I had to convince the guests that it was perfectly alright to eat bugs considering they are the most abundant of species and were running out of food sources. They come in flavours! Sour cream and onion, Salt and vinegar and Bacon and Cheese. I think I liked the Sour cream and onion the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SupmkaaGCzI/AAAAAAAABvk/lNhGcn85dHI/s1600-h/IMG_0724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SupmkaaGCzI/AAAAAAAABvk/lNhGcn85dHI/s320/IMG_0724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398239879107054386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are new fishies too now, You can't really see it because it was so dark but this is a Red Lionfish and they look so pretty right? I think they do. But I think they are poisonous even to us to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Supmj1rFbwI/AAAAAAAABvc/rDMRtSHKV0w/s1600-h/IMG_0722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Supmj1rFbwI/AAAAAAAABvc/rDMRtSHKV0w/s320/IMG_0722.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398239869246205698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And lookie here, the sea horses are one of my favourties to look at.  =) It felt so nice to be back there. After a LONG, HARD week, I felt so relaxed. But of course good times never last. And I had to trudge through the rain. But it was a nice walk for once...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Supmk0r1D6I/AAAAAAAABv0/iq4E4HDqdRY/s1600-h/IMG_0727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Supmk0r1D6I/AAAAAAAABv0/iq4E4HDqdRY/s320/IMG_0727.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398239886160760738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't you think so?..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-24585812880347411?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/24585812880347411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=24585812880347411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/24585812880347411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/24585812880347411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2009/10/highlights-of-291009.html' title='Highlights of 291009'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Supmkkpqh4I/AAAAAAAABvs/rtqSRErHHaA/s72-c/IMG_0726.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-7221129746379612675</id><published>2009-10-24T12:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T12:37:29.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SuKCtA1iDpI/AAAAAAAABvU/7d9UpX-2-8g/s1600-h/IMG_0721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SuKCtA1iDpI/AAAAAAAABvU/7d9UpX-2-8g/s320/IMG_0721.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396019013373529746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Ghouls are back in town. Pumpkins are out on sale. And Grim Reapers walk beside you. After Christmas, Halloween seems to be the only other celebration they actually seem to celebrate here. It's kinda cool I guess but it's all Pagan celebrations when  you think about it. And yet we celebrate it. That's a joke to history because all the Christians ever really wanted to do was get rid of Pagan beliefs and traditions. Funny how that turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So boys and girls, be sure to lock your doors and whatever you do, don't look under your bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-7221129746379612675?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/7221129746379612675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=7221129746379612675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/7221129746379612675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/7221129746379612675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2009/10/boo.html' title='Boo!'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SuKCtA1iDpI/AAAAAAAABvU/7d9UpX-2-8g/s72-c/IMG_0721.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-6503260223830892354</id><published>2009-10-22T13:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T14:18:40.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Side-tracking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/St_4E9pRleI/AAAAAAAABvM/HYKiO7QtMD0/s1600-h/IMG_0720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/St_4E9pRleI/AAAAAAAABvM/HYKiO7QtMD0/s320/IMG_0720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395303642763990498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My failed attempt to show more or less how my life's been doing the past 6 weeks. I tried getting a shot of that wasn't straight, hence the title "Side-tracking" but I ended up tripping on something (as usual) and this is what I get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... it's been a roller coaster of endless assignments and labs and assignments and lectures and assignments and... well, you get the drill. I am a 24/7 assignment do-er. Hell yes, I am a do-er. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(But not in the sense I wish I was)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; In the past month... Okay.. Let's not get into that... In sum, I am no longer working since summer is over, I have 5 courses which I dreadfully regret to have taken on because I am already reaching suicide levels and I have a new place that I call my own. My hair is finally below my shoulder. My eyesight seems to be getting worse. I am not blind yet! So don't start with the names! My room is a mess but that's not something new but rather something random since I am writing this post in my room. Apparently, there are spiders around to whom my housemate is very interested in vaporizing from the face of the earth (at least here, in my little world). Food shopping is fun. Food shopping and having to take the bus is NOT. Autumn is kicking in and my hair stands on end nearly 24/7. I am stressed. I have less than 5 hours of sleep on average on a school day and about 14 hours on the weekends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been terrible at keeping in touch with some of you, I know. But be in for a surprise sooner than later. I will blog more, maybe? I will actually remember all your birthdays without actually logging into facebook to check ? (Like I have all day to look up birthdays) but yeah, stay tune for more topsy turvy with your host... ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-6503260223830892354?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/6503260223830892354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=6503260223830892354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/6503260223830892354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/6503260223830892354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2009/10/side-tracking.html' title='Side-tracking'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/St_4E9pRleI/AAAAAAAABvM/HYKiO7QtMD0/s72-c/IMG_0720.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-878362547699134600</id><published>2009-09-03T06:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T06:44:02.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blehh...</title><content type='html'>I will not be returning home for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;which is really sucky seeing that it will be my 2nd Christmas here with no one to celebrate it with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas/New Year's here is SO boring. Who would think Asia would celebrate it better?Anyway, expect me home Christmas in 2010, okay? With PRESENTS! Sounds like a long way to go I know but time flies does it not? I've been here a year already! (which is nothing to shout about really)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sarat: If you are reading this, pray NOW for cheap flights to London from Vancouver during Summer 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss home. (Don't think I don't)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-878362547699134600?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/878362547699134600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=878362547699134600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/878362547699134600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/878362547699134600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2009/09/blehh.html' title='Blehh...'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-9059867184076607274</id><published>2009-08-22T16:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T16:57:33.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something is not right</title><content type='html'>I feel quite annoyed with myself. I do everything to get my thoughts away from straying and still when I am exhausted to the bone, it's always there. Which comes to the point that I should not even be talking about this because all it does is remind me of it. (Isn't that humourous?) I thought I should be at least a little cheerful that finals are over. But school kept things at bay. And now it's all back. I seriously should shut myself up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel abandoned like how a dog feels left at home while the owner goes out. Helplessly waiting for the owner to come back so everything is back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that is what I wanted to get at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am terribly tired and my mind is all a jumble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-9059867184076607274?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/9059867184076607274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=9059867184076607274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/9059867184076607274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/9059867184076607274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2009/08/something-is-not-right.html' title='Something is not right'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-6753818822596998059</id><published>2009-08-17T13:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T13:57:48.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gravity...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xZYF4fnAs3c&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xZYF4fnAs3c&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is working is against me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gets better everytime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-6753818822596998059?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/6753818822596998059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=6753818822596998059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/6753818822596998059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/6753818822596998059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2009/08/gravity.html' title='Gravity...'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-7560456966988765128</id><published>2009-08-16T05:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T05:46:30.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>I thought I should feel relief. I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I should be free. I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-7560456966988765128?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/7560456966988765128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=7560456966988765128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/7560456966988765128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/7560456966988765128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2009/08/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-5982429217963932802</id><published>2009-08-13T06:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T09:35:29.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The future seems darker...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SoNtysIGrwI/AAAAAAAABu8/7aSLnol6HUc/s1600-h/IMG_0713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SoNtysIGrwI/AAAAAAAABu8/7aSLnol6HUc/s320/IMG_0713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369255898361802498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people say good old times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future seems bleak in a lot of ways (maybe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But isn't there always good things happening too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does time past so fast when were having a good time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is everything just a matter of time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-5982429217963932802?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/5982429217963932802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=5982429217963932802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/5982429217963932802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/5982429217963932802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2009/08/future-seems-darker.html' title='The future seems darker...'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SoNtysIGrwI/AAAAAAAABu8/7aSLnol6HUc/s72-c/IMG_0713.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-964973006280061712</id><published>2009-08-09T08:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T09:06:25.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks part 4 - China</title><content type='html'>These are the last of the fireworks last week. I skipped South Africa and UK thinking they weren't going to be as good as China (and also because I was trying to study for lab finals) but it turned out that they were the better ones. Who would have thought that UK would be better than the very founders of fireworks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sn4d00UM25I/AAAAAAAABus/HyRVf3QT44Q/s1600-h/IMG_0707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sn4d00UM25I/AAAAAAAABus/HyRVf3QT44Q/s320/IMG_0707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367760599105985426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sn4d0vtS9GI/AAAAAAAABuk/737iyKDxFgw/s1600-h/IMG_0706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sn4d0vtS9GI/AAAAAAAABuk/737iyKDxFgw/s320/IMG_0706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367760597869065314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sn4d0HLhnTI/AAAAAAAABuc/QB06BZ8fG-I/s1600-h/IMG_0688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sn4d0HLhnTI/AAAAAAAABuc/QB06BZ8fG-I/s320/IMG_0688.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367760586990001458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sn4cs-Kwm0I/AAAAAAAABuU/9sD-sx03DMs/s1600-h/IMG_0677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sn4cs-Kwm0I/AAAAAAAABuU/9sD-sx03DMs/s320/IMG_0677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367759364800158530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sn4csispp6I/AAAAAAAABuM/y5m7p-H9dbY/s1600-h/IMG_0669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sn4csispp6I/AAAAAAAABuM/y5m7p-H9dbY/s320/IMG_0669.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367759357426116514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sn4csP4GiDI/AAAAAAAABuE/AJsDm84lIT4/s1600-h/IMG_0666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sn4csP4GiDI/AAAAAAAABuE/AJsDm84lIT4/s320/IMG_0666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367759352373872690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sn4crwOWp2I/AAAAAAAABt8/wUKlayhqx6o/s1600-h/IMG_0662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sn4crwOWp2I/AAAAAAAABt8/wUKlayhqx6o/s320/IMG_0662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367759343877269346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sn4crEfu_CI/AAAAAAAABt0/YWg4G4x2rBA/s1600-h/IMG_0644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sn4crEfu_CI/AAAAAAAABt0/YWg4G4x2rBA/s320/IMG_0644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367759332139007010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought this was pretty kool. I borrowed these pair of 3D looking glasses from a friend and it was super cool! It would have been even more kool if... well, let's not go there... Mmh, so to those who were concerned, I did not die. I am alive (barely) while trying to study for the rest of the finals. The house is empty because the host family is in Alberta (yAhoo!) and... I got my own place with a friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots to digest, eh?&lt;br /&gt;Until next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-964973006280061712?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/964973006280061712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=964973006280061712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/964973006280061712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/964973006280061712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2009/08/fireworks-part-4-china.html' title='Fireworks part 4 - China'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sn4d00UM25I/AAAAAAAABus/HyRVf3QT44Q/s72-c/IMG_0707.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-4328278097929190138</id><published>2009-07-24T07:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T16:31:22.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks part 1 - Canada</title><content type='html'>Finals is really going to kick my butt but how can you resist fireworks? Yesterday, I headed downtown to a friend's place on Pacific and Bute. I love his view. Just a block away from the beach, how can you complain about that even if it is just a one room apartment. I just love the cozyness... This fireworks competition going on right now supposedly happens every year. Thank God there is actually fireworks here. I was beginnging to get worried. So here we are with some of the pictures I got from the 20 minute show by Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SmlszOMj3aI/AAAAAAAABts/wcXOPjsapco/s1600-h/IMG_0632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SmlszOMj3aI/AAAAAAAABts/wcXOPjsapco/s320/IMG_0632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361936458601192866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Smlsyn-75PI/AAAAAAAABtk/epOFhh58dpo/s1600-h/IMG_0631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Smlsyn-75PI/AAAAAAAABtk/epOFhh58dpo/s320/IMG_0631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361936448343500018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Smlsq3ee_qI/AAAAAAAABtc/VsnVylTJfAw/s1600-h/IMG_0624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Smlsq3ee_qI/AAAAAAAABtc/VsnVylTJfAw/s320/IMG_0624.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361936315063402146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SmlsqFUaf-I/AAAAAAAABtU/HKT_lVU_huI/s1600-h/IMG_0618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SmlsqFUaf-I/AAAAAAAABtU/HKT_lVU_huI/s320/IMG_0618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361936301599391714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Smlsp_nzkNI/AAAAAAAABtM/dMGpeWbv9nk/s1600-h/IMG_0617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Smlsp_nzkNI/AAAAAAAABtM/dMGpeWbv9nk/s320/IMG_0617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361936300070113490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SmlspQGh2jI/AAAAAAAABtE/UxPirjmdej4/s1600-h/IMG_0611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SmlspQGh2jI/AAAAAAAABtE/UxPirjmdej4/s320/IMG_0611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361936287314074162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad la right? I would upload the videos I took but... I don't know how to. I don't think the video is compatible or something. Weird... It's about 2 am now. lAnd thank God class is not until noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-4328278097929190138?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/4328278097929190138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=4328278097929190138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/4328278097929190138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/4328278097929190138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2009/07/fireworks-part-1-canada.html' title='Fireworks part 1 - Canada'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SmlszOMj3aI/AAAAAAAABts/wcXOPjsapco/s72-c/IMG_0632.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-2971422879189680896</id><published>2009-07-21T12:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T12:52:33.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grouse Grind</title><content type='html'>For the past weekend, I think I was surviving on m&amp;amp;ms and... a lil something something to keep myself awake. I haven't touched my books in a while though I really should start to get worried since finals is in 2 weeks. Shit. But instead, I am having a jolly  good time going on a hike after a mere 2 hours of sleep and then going kayaking in the same day. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Terrer, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There are no pictures of the kayaking I am afraid. (I was a little worried if the kayak toppled over and in goes in Sybil with her camera and my camera is my baby)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fastest person to hike up this mountain took about 26 minutes. I took 75 minutes (inclusive of picture taking moments and water breaks) So not bad la right? I mean, after a total of 6 hours of sleep in 48 hours is not bad to me. I was expecting at least an hour and a half. But I was happy of making it! Woot Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SmVCm9Jvt6I/AAAAAAAABr8/8k4sNWJXC18/s1600-h/IMG_0586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SmVCm9Jvt6I/AAAAAAAABr8/8k4sNWJXC18/s320/IMG_0586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360764168472344482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a little like FRIM back home. Lots of stairs to climb up. Vertically, it's about 3000 feet and distance-wise it's about 2000m. I hate inclination but it's really the best way to work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SmVCmWM7a8I/AAAAAAAABr0/bqML2kKHJvA/s1600-h/IMG_0585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SmVCmWM7a8I/AAAAAAAABr0/bqML2kKHJvA/s320/IMG_0585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360764158016711618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The scenery is pretty. It's... green. What isn't here, anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SmVCmCqURmI/AAAAAAAABrs/Snb5APTC3O8/s1600-h/IMG_0584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SmVCmCqURmI/AAAAAAAABrs/Snb5APTC3O8/s320/IMG_0584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360764152771266146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So after a gruelling hike up, I reached the top with everyone awaiting my arrival with cheers and applause for my victorious accomplishment. Well, no... That didn't happen but I had you going there, didn't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SmVCnIxJXWI/AAAAAAAABsE/mjL2Cg8o8bE/s1600-h/IMG_0588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SmVCnIxJXWI/AAAAAAAABsE/mjL2Cg8o8bE/s320/IMG_0588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360764171590393186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a little foggy that day but a good day all in all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SmVCnZHRCjI/AAAAAAAABsM/QMjkObSsvmY/s1600-h/IMG_0589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SmVCnZHRCjI/AAAAAAAABsM/QMjkObSsvmY/s320/IMG_0589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360764175978138162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SmVBvsIhoDI/AAAAAAAABq0/0fnoeVlX4NQ/s1600-h/IMG_0601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SmVBvsIhoDI/AAAAAAAABq0/0fnoeVlX4NQ/s320/IMG_0601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360763219011018802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's green everywhere here really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SmVCLW39rKI/AAAAAAAABrk/pG_vWqm2xiU/s1600-h/IMG_0600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SmVCLW39rKI/AAAAAAAABrk/pG_vWqm2xiU/s320/IMG_0600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360763694340746402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SmVCJ7sdofI/AAAAAAAABrE/g35u5zPTcm8/s1600-h/IMG_0590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SmVCJ7sdofI/AAAAAAAABrE/g35u5zPTcm8/s320/IMG_0590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360763669864882674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SmVCKygqupI/AAAAAAAABrc/ay_zemI8KMk/s1600-h/IMG_0598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SmVCKygqupI/AAAAAAAABrc/ay_zemI8KMk/s320/IMG_0598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360763684579359378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dad and I got onto the free ride on the ski lift and had a nice rest while looking out to the whole of Vancouver area. A little foggy though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SmVBwK8GeuI/AAAAAAAABq8/j4OmK5qynVI/s1600-h/IMG_0602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SmVBwK8GeuI/AAAAAAAABq8/j4OmK5qynVI/s320/IMG_0602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360763227280407266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And lookie here, there were 2 grizzly bears there. One's mother was killed by a car or something and the pup was taken in. It wouldn't have survived on its own being so young anyway. I don't know the other one's story though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SmVCKjnh8XI/AAAAAAAABrU/rqOY4uTiJCI/s1600-h/IMG_0597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SmVCKjnh8XI/AAAAAAAABrU/rqOY4uTiJCI/s320/IMG_0597.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360763680581611890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This guy was really funny. He reminds me of Baloo in Jungle Book. He starts rubbing his back on the rocks and shakes around like he's dancing. Then he stands up on his hind legs and starts waving at us. Kinda cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SmVCKVtR9PI/AAAAAAAABrM/CTGxv7BlA7w/s1600-h/IMG_0593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SmVCKVtR9PI/AAAAAAAABrM/CTGxv7BlA7w/s320/IMG_0593.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360763676847633650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is the other guy... I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a really good weekend. I have tons of fun with no proper sleep. Ahhh... the simplistic life of a university student. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I was being sarcastic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles loves!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-2971422879189680896?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/2971422879189680896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=2971422879189680896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/2971422879189680896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/2971422879189680896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2009/07/grouse-grind.html' title='Grouse Grind'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SmVCm9Jvt6I/AAAAAAAABr8/8k4sNWJXC18/s72-c/IMG_0586.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-4002295901924896381</id><published>2009-07-16T11:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T12:18:58.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MMR</title><content type='html'>Okay. I am updating... Stop fussing... It's been a little hectic here with... stuff.... And one of which includes baby seals and a harbour porpoise! Exciting, no? So, now I volunteer with the Marine Mammal Rescue Centre which is also part of the Vancouver Aquarium. Every Thursday, I go down to the docks by Main Street and basically make their milk formulas to fatten them up, clean out their tubs where they eat, poo and sleep in and basicallly, just have fun.&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/__5sw715d9Pk/Sl6k6YMLFoI/AAAAAAAABqk/qOyjPK6Rlow/s1600-h/IMG_0576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sl6k6YMLFoI/AAAAAAAABqk/qOyjPK6Rlow/s320/IMG_0576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358901929450346114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adorable, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sl6k6GiVf8I/AAAAAAAABqc/2SqA63XQ1AM/s1600-h/IMG_0575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sl6k6GiVf8I/AAAAAAAABqc/2SqA63XQ1AM/s320/IMG_0575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358901924711464898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every year, they have a theme to name the seals instead of just calling them by numbers. So, this year, the theme is Famous Mammals?.. So we have Walrus, Lemur, Pika, (I had no idea there were such mammals named that, trust me), Bear and others I can't think of right now...Before you all start thinking this must be awesome fun-ness &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(which it is)&lt;/span&gt; these seals seriously stink. STINK! So, be prepared for the smell if you ever see seals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sl6k5gU6I2I/AAAAAAAABqU/rmu6KyUnPVU/s1600-h/IMG_0571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sl6k5gU6I2I/AAAAAAAABqU/rmu6KyUnPVU/s320/IMG_0571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358901914454598498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here is Daisy, the harbour porpoise with me trying to get her nearer so I can give her a belly rub. Haha. She's the sweetest thing, honestly. She's been deemed unreleasable so by the Fisheries Department so she is basically recuperating there and playing with her toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sl6k65bxUdI/AAAAAAAABqs/Bz1qmL73v_s/s1600-h/IMG_0567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sl6k65bxUdI/AAAAAAAABqs/Bz1qmL73v_s/s320/IMG_0567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358901938374136274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She feels really rubbery. It's a nice feeling. Every time I come there before my shift, I sit up there and pat her on the head and rub her belly if she wants me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I know this is a really short update but be happy there is one! I miss you all too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat tinggal! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-4002295901924896381?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/4002295901924896381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=4002295901924896381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/4002295901924896381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/4002295901924896381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2009/07/mmr.html' title='MMR'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sl6k6YMLFoI/AAAAAAAABqk/qOyjPK6Rlow/s72-c/IMG_0576.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-1114699924742109942</id><published>2009-07-07T13:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T13:48:32.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Canada Day!</title><content type='html'>Canada Day is celebrated every year on the 1st of July. I really did not know that until coming here (and thank God it was a holiday...) I think Malaysians are so used to having so many holidays that it must be such a bummer when other countries have so little... I was actually working that day in the afternoon from 3 to 8 pm at Playland. And here's a little overview of how the Amusement Park looks like...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SlLeUrEBfgI/AAAAAAAABqM/iWwAGpb0IUU/s1600-h/IMG_0581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SlLeUrEBfgI/AAAAAAAABqM/iWwAGpb0IUU/s320/IMG_0581.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355587353635290626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I work at the Kid's Place at the Stunt Cycles (I think my ride is called that, anyway) and it's basically like a merry go round but only with motorcycles instead of horses. It's quite fun because some of the kids are pretty funny or really chubby or smart looking... It's funny how you can just tell by looking at them but then again, I've been told never to judge a book by its cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan after work was to go to the beach to watch the fireworks but instead, a friend took me to North Vancouver and it was interesting. It's even more nature-y there. Lots of big houses. Small city centres but everything here is on a small scale anyway. And then I got a little trigger happee and decided to take some pictures of random sights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SlLbgHjAp6I/AAAAAAAABp0/l1OWYWwAPJk/s1600-h/IMG_0552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SlLbgHjAp6I/AAAAAAAABp0/l1OWYWwAPJk/s320/IMG_0552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355584251725129634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I believe this is downtown Vancouver? I might be wrong... But it looks like it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SlLbf91MDgI/AAAAAAAABps/mFxlLyTLIuU/s1600-h/IMG_0549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SlLbf91MDgI/AAAAAAAABps/mFxlLyTLIuU/s320/IMG_0549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355584249117019650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That mountain, we concluded, was SFU (my university). Pretty cool eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SlLbgfvFbfI/AAAAAAAABp8/LFDjPE8K81g/s1600-h/IMG_0557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SlLbgfvFbfI/AAAAAAAABp8/LFDjPE8K81g/s320/IMG_0557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355584258218225138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then the fireworkds started. Forgive my shakiness. I actually forgot to set the camera properly for dark pictures. So much for 2 minutes... It ended up going on for 20 minutes which was pretty cool for Canada. Haha... I guess I underestimate Canada's potential but then again, Vancouver is full of Asians...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SlLbff572cI/AAAAAAAABpk/vnP2vxUgBsA/s1600-h/IMG_0554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SlLbff572cI/AAAAAAAABpk/vnP2vxUgBsA/s320/IMG_0554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355584241083865538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SlLbgzMKqwI/AAAAAAAABqE/I8yPRFimM5U/s1600-h/IMG_0565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SlLbgzMKqwI/AAAAAAAABqE/I8yPRFimM5U/s320/IMG_0565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355584263440476930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And after the fireworks were over, it was pretty peaceful just watching the night unfold. Time is seriously flying because I can't seem to enjoy my holidays properly. It just zooms by and I'm like... what just happened? Why do good times go by so fast? and miserable times seem to last forever? But I guess that's a discussion for another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-1114699924742109942?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/1114699924742109942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=1114699924742109942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/1114699924742109942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/1114699924742109942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2009/07/canada-day.html' title='Canada Day!'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SlLeUrEBfgI/AAAAAAAABqM/iWwAGpb0IUU/s72-c/IMG_0581.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-599853055593535373</id><published>2009-07-06T10:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T10:40:33.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strawberry picking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been a very long while since I last updated and stuff did happen, that's why I didn't update! Duh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;On June 23rd, my father brought me to pick strawberries all the way down south in Westhampton or something like that, near Delta. It was quite a lot of work going down on your knees just to find them. I thought they would look a little taller but there they are... It's probably a killer for strawberry-pickers to do this job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SlFgnf4ONJI/AAAAAAAABpM/22jqoE6CBNw/s1600-h/IMG_0541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SlFgnf4ONJI/AAAAAAAABpM/22jqoE6CBNw/s320/IMG_0541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355167663608706194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just rows and rows of them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SlFgnKoEkjI/AAAAAAAABpE/64ai9Gi1JvM/s1600-h/IMG_0542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SlFgnKoEkjI/AAAAAAAABpE/64ai9Gi1JvM/s320/IMG_0542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355167657903821362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And from an upclose view of the plant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SlFgmiuQqYI/AAAAAAAABo8/d3bK0ctW9xE/s1600-h/IMG_0540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SlFgmiuQqYI/AAAAAAAABo8/d3bK0ctW9xE/s320/IMG_0540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355167647192361346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a grueling hour in the sun, i got my strawberries =]... Some were sweet and some were sour... A lot of people come out to the farms to do this apparently... You pick them yourself and you pay like $2 per pound which I guess is not that bad... Apparently, if you don't wash the pre-packaged strawberries, you just might get E.coli because the farm workers who take a crap out in the fields don't wash after. So... yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SlFgmYQrtfI/AAAAAAAABo0/TJcNzdFKjp4/s1600-h/IMG_0539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SlFgmYQrtfI/AAAAAAAABo0/TJcNzdFKjp4/s320/IMG_0539.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355167644383950322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After picking, we watched &lt;a href="http://www.sharkwater.com/"&gt;Sharkwater&lt;/a&gt;. I suggest everyone watch it because you never know the extent of problems until you watch it with your own eyes. What those people do to sharks is terrible... and so sad... It's not going to stop if this billion-dollar industry doesn't stop! Anyway, watch it! and you'll know what I mean...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SlFgn9HpaaI/AAAAAAAABpU/iXqs04JkMFU/s1600-h/IMG_0544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SlFgn9HpaaI/AAAAAAAABpU/iXqs04JkMFU/s320/IMG_0544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355167671458032034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ice-cream time! We went to this place which had like 218 flavours. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I know it looks like a Chinese place but it's NOT! It's owned by an Italian)&lt;/span&gt; But I guess he's smart to put Chinese characters to attract the Chinese market since Vancouver is full of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. this is just one of the events that went on 2 weeks ago. I will be back to write more when I actually have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-599853055593535373?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/599853055593535373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=599853055593535373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/599853055593535373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/599853055593535373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2009/07/strawberry-picking.html' title='Strawberry picking'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SlFgnf4ONJI/AAAAAAAABpM/22jqoE6CBNw/s72-c/IMG_0541.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-4603506560938259868</id><published>2009-06-21T12:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T12:54:26.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sj28EMu3QlI/AAAAAAAABos/WwCCP0BuvTQ/s1600-h/IMG_0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sj28EMu3QlI/AAAAAAAABos/WwCCP0BuvTQ/s320/IMG_0033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349638712709300818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood outside on the balcony and had a high of 5 seconds (This habit has got to go soon) I breathe in the cool night air and I shiver. But I stand there for at least half an hour until my fingers feel as if I've left it in the freezer. I watch the sun go down and it makes me wonder, what have I been running from... I ponder on questions that I know would not be answered - not in my lifetime at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember Hey Nostradamus!, the book I'm reading for my English course..I was reading it and I had a pang of thoughts whirl in my mind : "Will you just tell me why it is that the only way we ever seem to take steps forward in life is through pain? Huh? Why is exposure to pain always supposed to make us better people?" Those were my thoughts exactly... I've been having my head in the clouds for a few days too long. This is not like me. And then reality hits and I'm back to running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you know someone. But do you really? Who knows anyone through and through anyway? We don't. We never will. I don't even know myself. We all have our secrets. We all live our lives because what else can we do? Shit happens and so what? You live through it. And one day when you look back... it's just a memory. A fucking memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mine eyes are full of tears, I cannot see:&lt;br /&gt;And yet salt water blinds them not so much&lt;br /&gt;But they can see a sort of traitors here.&lt;br /&gt;Nay, if Iturn my eyes upon myself,&lt;br /&gt;I find myself a traitor with the rest."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-4603506560938259868?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/4603506560938259868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=4603506560938259868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/4603506560938259868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/4603506560938259868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-another-day.html' title='Just another day'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sj28EMu3QlI/AAAAAAAABos/WwCCP0BuvTQ/s72-c/IMG_0033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-5961615183198168090</id><published>2009-06-17T14:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T14:31:06.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Use your love</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BWiJ1ltQeEY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BWiJ1ltQeEY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been addicted to this song. It's not the greatest but it's been replaying over and over my head. Why do songs to that to you? Why does it just get stuck? Can you imgaine trying to write a Biology paper with those lyrics floating around in your head? It gets a wee bit distracting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-5961615183198168090?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/5961615183198168090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=5961615183198168090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/5961615183198168090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/5961615183198168090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2009/06/use-your-love.html' title='Use your love'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-8771267790643284820</id><published>2009-06-16T15:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T15:34:48.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponder this.</title><content type='html'>What has made me like this?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel this way?&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering...&lt;br /&gt;Is it so bad if I'm using a substitute for you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-8771267790643284820?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/8771267790643284820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=8771267790643284820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/8771267790643284820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/8771267790643284820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2009/06/ponder-this.html' title='Ponder this.'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-3596774161857055126</id><published>2009-06-12T12:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T12:27:19.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>This week went by in a blur. And I have a Bio lab exam and Managerial Accounting exam within the next week. JOy. I am not even having fun. I thought time passes quickly when youre having fun. I had my English paper due yesterday. Not like I had enough time to do it anyway. It's a lost cause now. The new baby beluga was born on Sunday which was pretty kool watching it live on the webcam they have at the Aquarium. I got a job. I have the messiest room a girl could have. The weather is killing me. COME TODAY, RAIN! My lips have cracked. and my skin is so dry. Haih. My arms are aching due to the build up of lactic acid (it's a bio thing) I worked my ass off on Monday playing tennis and sprinting 3 times around the courts and now, I'm reaping what I sowed. My thighs are aching... My neck seems to crack on its own. And I have a Chinese guy hitting on me at the tennis courts. So much for leisure time. Why is it guys pick the wrong place and the wrong times to pick up a girl? I mean... Can't you see I'm playing a game? Or practicing my surfs or something? Pick me up when I'm actually dressed for it. Not when I'm in shorts and an oversized polo shirt.... Jeez... It was a pretty random week. So, this is a pretty random post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-3596774161857055126?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/3596774161857055126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=3596774161857055126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/3596774161857055126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/3596774161857055126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-5853087114964045160</id><published>2009-06-06T05:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T05:40:16.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The road to...</title><content type='html'>I was in Managerial Accounting lecture just 10 minutes ago and sometimes I really wonder why I bother going. But this lecturer doesn't audio record her lectures so I can't just sit at home and listen to her whine away. Instead, I get out of bed to literally hear her whine. The thing is, I normally wouldn't bother but she's a sneaky one. She gives her tips and midterm highlights in the damn lectures! Yester-night wasn't so bad. I had about 7 hours of sleep give and take a few minutes of waking up to sleep in a better position. But even so, I am so tired when I'm up. Why is that? Anyway... Back to my other ranting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between breaks, I read my English assigned book for the week - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey Nostradamus!&lt;/span&gt; - and I swear, I always have a good laugh reading this book. The best English book assigned so far. The characters are genuinely funny and it's life in a nutshell: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It's astonishing how willing we are to believe whatever story we're tossed simply because we want to hear what we want to hear."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were downright stinkers, aren't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3 posts in a week... That's gotta count for something... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-5853087114964045160?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/5853087114964045160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=5853087114964045160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/5853087114964045160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/5853087114964045160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2009/06/road-to.html' title='The road to...'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-5007007810496926339</id><published>2009-06-05T14:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T14:27:57.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doodle</title><content type='html'>I never knew it could be so hard to sleep (I'm supposed to be the best at that) I'm like a bat in the night now. I can't friggin' sleep in this heat. I know I keep complaining about how rainy it is here. But come on.... I didn't say to go away &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt;. The heat wave is killing me! I don't have a friggin' fan in the room either okay... Give me a break... I'm so sleepy in lectures sometimes I wonder why the hell I even bother going. I can't remember shit after that but I have to attend it BECAUSE... studies is not cheap. I need sleeping pills &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!No, wait... I need anything to kickstart my sleeping pattern. I need alcohol. I think I should stock up on beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, I am HIRED! by the Pacific National Exhibition as a Rides Attendant. This is going to be an experience... &lt;a href="http://www.pne.ca/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CHECK IT OUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FUn fuN FuN right? Well, let's hope my summer here is better than the winter. I have a ton of homework and assignments due and I haven't exactly started. Instead, I sit here writing a post of random things just coming out of my head since I can't fucking sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone up for a game of poker?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-5007007810496926339?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/5007007810496926339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=5007007810496926339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/5007007810496926339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/5007007810496926339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2009/06/doodle.html' title='Doodle'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-6251662543395065231</id><published>2009-06-01T08:53:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T10:53:13.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check it out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SiMrt-lSMNI/AAAAAAAABn0/USxHr8OelXM/s1600-h/IMG_0536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SiMrt-lSMNI/AAAAAAAABn0/USxHr8OelXM/s320/IMG_0536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342161651885027538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SiMnorjVVBI/AAAAAAAABlE/r4ZqDVLI-LE/s1600-h/IMG_0486.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Forgive my laziness, but I have been busy getting as many stamps as I could before the 31st of May. As a volunteer for the Vancouver Aquarium, I got this Tourism Passport Challenge booklet that allows me free admission for TWO to all the famous tourism spots in Vancouver. Of course, I used up my weekends to do all the visiting. I like visiting the hotels. Everyone knows what youre after when they see you with the booklet (because they do have it - ALL staff and volunteers in the tourism business have it). Everyone is all smiles. Well, let's start off the tour, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SiMnorjVVBI/AAAAAAAABlE/r4ZqDVLI-LE/s1600-h/IMG_0486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SiMnorjVVBI/AAAAAAAABlE/r4ZqDVLI-LE/s320/IMG_0486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342157162830713874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First stop: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL aboard the Constitution!&lt;/span&gt; I was surprised to meet my friend, Bowie when I went to get tickets. I didn't know she worked there. The Constitution takes us on a ride around the Burrard Inlet. It's a pretty cool ride. Slow. But cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SiMno0pFjKI/AAAAAAAABlM/fRVBt-FFmdk/s1600-h/IMG_0488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SiMno0pFjKI/AAAAAAAABlM/fRVBt-FFmdk/s320/IMG_0488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342157165270764706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are many of these planes docked around. I want to learn to pilot a plane. Where are my pilot friends? You guys are teaching me how to drive one when I get back! Ooh, anyone interested in skydiving? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SiMnpveGthI/AAAAAAAABlc/rmf2Sv4T0Fs/s1600-h/IMG_0494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SiMnpveGthI/AAAAAAAABlc/rmf2Sv4T0Fs/s320/IMG_0494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342157181062395410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were a couple of seals too. They stink, but how can you resist them? They are so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SiMnpTfIvgI/AAAAAAAABlU/h4Rr0N7C7o0/s1600-h/IMG_0491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SiMnpTfIvgI/AAAAAAAABlU/h4Rr0N7C7o0/s320/IMG_0491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342157173550530050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was a cruise ship that just docked for the day while I was on the Constitution. If you look in the background for that tower looking building towards the left of the picture, that was my next stop. The Harbour Centre which is also the place where SFU's downtown campus is at. And speaking of my university, guess what I could see with my little beady eyes from the towers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SiMoZ2WWEXI/AAAAAAAABl0/Tifv0SRxj2Y/s1600-h/IMG_0497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SiMoZ2WWEXI/AAAAAAAABl0/Tifv0SRxj2Y/s320/IMG_0497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342158007542616434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not that great a picture, but my camera can't zoom in THAT far... Humour me. See the middle mountain? That's where my university is at. Cool eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SiMoZRJFNbI/AAAAAAAABls/YKNSmOq-okI/s1600-h/IMG_0496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SiMoZRJFNbI/AAAAAAAABls/YKNSmOq-okI/s320/IMG_0496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342157997554873778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Remember my biking trip? That's Stanley Park right there... with Vancouver Aquarium along the way and a couple of beaches too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SiMnqPEo2GI/AAAAAAAABlk/x2tRsewlwBo/s1600-h/IMG_0495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SiMnqPEo2GI/AAAAAAAABlk/x2tRsewlwBo/s320/IMG_0495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342157189545515106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The same cruise ship that docked for the day. Just another view of it... Those white tents you see is Canada Place where the Imax Theathre is at. I got a discount to watch a show there too! So, of course I headed there the next week with a friend to watch Under the Sea in 3D. Cool stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SiM71oOBesI/AAAAAAAABoE/w9EqIQWivNc/s1600-h/BlossomPic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SiM71oOBesI/AAAAAAAABoE/w9EqIQWivNc/s320/BlossomPic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342179375506881218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hopped on the Trolley. They are so noisy...It wheezes all the way as if it's going to die but it was good fun waving at people. HAhaha.. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wave at everyone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Just for the fun of being a "tourist-for-the-day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that concluded one day. Yesterday, I went to a couple other places too... One including a giant golf ball... &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SiM9X7LRmzI/AAAAAAAABoM/RT9r0bz1zvI/s1600-h/12770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SiM9X7LRmzI/AAAAAAAABoM/RT9r0bz1zvI/s320/12770.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342181064222808882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Welcome to the Telus World of Science. It is uber fun. At least I do. I become a kid all over again there. I still am mostly. But at least there, I can show it and not be embarrassed =p Come and meet me new friend... He's huge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SiMp0x1oUSI/AAAAAAAABnU/hhzVR4_T5k4/s1600-h/IMG_0528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SiMp0x1oUSI/AAAAAAAABnU/hhzVR4_T5k4/s320/IMG_0528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342159569699754274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't remember his name though... He did have a name... Heubert or Wilbur or something like that... I imagine an intellectual having a name like that you know. The type that's short and pudgy-looking and thick glasses... I'm stereotyping... Not that all Heuberts and Wilburs are like that =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SiMp1Vr48iI/AAAAAAAABnc/tMATejOIpfY/s1600-h/IMG_0530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SiMp1Vr48iI/AAAAAAAABnc/tMATejOIpfY/s320/IMG_0530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342159579322577442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I believe there are supposed to be our ancestors those few millenias ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SiM71f160VI/AAAAAAAABn8/9KtICeDWwq0/s1600-h/bigbus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SiM71f160VI/AAAAAAAABn8/9KtICeDWwq0/s320/bigbus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342179373258297682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This time, I hopped on the BigBus. Can't really wave from here. I was too tall &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(for once)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SiMqEWkhgSI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jk56UXWVUcE/s1600-h/IMG_0531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SiMqEWkhgSI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jk56UXWVUcE/s320/IMG_0531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342159837258154274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Got a shot of Granville Island while on the bus. Didn't go there this time since I've been there last year. Time is stamps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SiMp0ss7hDI/AAAAAAAABnM/yoxx1GOS1as/s1600-h/IMG_0526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SiMp0ss7hDI/AAAAAAAABnM/yoxx1GOS1as/s320/IMG_0526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342159568321086514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stopped by the Vancouver Art Gallery and I saw a street performer. He was juggling knives while walking across the torch of fire. Random...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SiMp0QFHf7I/AAAAAAAABnE/P3YwCNsw4-Q/s1600-h/IMG_0525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SiMp0QFHf7I/AAAAAAAABnE/P3YwCNsw4-Q/s320/IMG_0525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342159560637906866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another random finding of mine. While walking down Gastown... there's an alley called, and yes you've guessed it, Blood Alley. Quite a few murders happened here. Apparently ghosts haunt this street. Hehe. Actually, no. It's called blood alley because it used to be a butcher's street where blood use to stain the bricks of the alley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SiMp0I8x_dI/AAAAAAAABm8/lpor-Mi-LpY/s1600-h/IMG_0524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SiMp0I8x_dI/AAAAAAAABm8/lpor-Mi-LpY/s320/IMG_0524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342159558723894738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think this was in the Vancouver Police Museum. Police used to ride this?? Well, sign me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I take a step back from the modern-day life and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;go-green&lt;/span&gt; over at VanDusen's Botanical Garden...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SiMo_Mpy1dI/AAAAAAAABm0/NkDsnnNTD5o/s1600-h/IMG_0519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SiMo_Mpy1dI/AAAAAAAABm0/NkDsnnNTD5o/s320/IMG_0519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342158649184933330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ever seen apple trees grown this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SiMo-x0X0VI/AAAAAAAABms/p-Xvrr6m404/s1600-h/IMG_0518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SiMo-x0X0VI/AAAAAAAABms/p-Xvrr6m404/s320/IMG_0518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342158641981542738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These, I can't remember what they are called...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SiMo-GWGeyI/AAAAAAAABmk/IP38c5TbU50/s1600-h/IMG_0508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SiMo-GWGeyI/AAAAAAAABmk/IP38c5TbU50/s320/IMG_0508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342158630311852834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the flower of the garlic I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SiMo95jwwBI/AAAAAAAABmc/xpAp11Lkt7c/s1600-h/IMG_0507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SiMo95jwwBI/AAAAAAAABmc/xpAp11Lkt7c/s320/IMG_0507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342158626879488018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's got "Bell" in this one's name... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SiMo9lOt3fI/AAAAAAAABmU/OYB_tulvCmE/s1600-h/IMG_0503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SiMo9lOt3fI/AAAAAAAABmU/OYB_tulvCmE/s320/IMG_0503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342158621422509554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Monkey-something.... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm so bad with names aren't I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SiMoamCRLII/AAAAAAAABmM/xToL_wW0nBY/s1600-h/IMG_0501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SiMoamCRLII/AAAAAAAABmM/xToL_wW0nBY/s320/IMG_0501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342158020343311490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you spot Malaysia? or Australia? You'd have to be really blur to not spot the Land down under...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SiMoaRqRJ2I/AAAAAAAABmE/TtRbn1zXNVA/s1600-h/IMG_0499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SiMoaRqRJ2I/AAAAAAAABmE/TtRbn1zXNVA/s320/IMG_0499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342158014873937762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tulips are so friendly-looking aren't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SiMoaFRlt9I/AAAAAAAABl8/BUOEl_Ikn0A/s1600-h/IMG_0498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SiMoaFRlt9I/AAAAAAAABl8/BUOEl_Ikn0A/s320/IMG_0498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342158011549202386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And they come in all kinds of colours too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SiMqE3768fI/AAAAAAAABns/6EVInB92swA/s1600-h/IMG_0535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SiMqE3768fI/AAAAAAAABns/6EVInB92swA/s320/IMG_0535.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342159846214660594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then I wondered into China... At least, a replica of it in the Chinese Gardens of Chinatown.. Lots of stories but I'm getting lazy to write and youre already getting lazy to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 26 stamps!Woot woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-6251662543395065231?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/6251662543395065231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=6251662543395065231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/6251662543395065231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/6251662543395065231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2009/06/check-it-out.html' title='Check it out!'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SiMrt-lSMNI/AAAAAAAABn0/USxHr8OelXM/s72-c/IMG_0536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-5728183527932096165</id><published>2009-05-22T14:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T15:29:10.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who? What? When?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/ShZNBoaXz4I/AAAAAAAABk8/VnFs3AW2B9Q/s1600-h/Angel_of_Death.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338539098717540226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/ShZNBoaXz4I/AAAAAAAABk8/VnFs3AW2B9Q/s400/Angel_of_Death.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it's today. Maybe it's tomorrow. Maybe it's not for a hundred years, but everyone gets their first and last visit by Death. If you are wondering... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am not suicidal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. But don't you think about how youre going to leave this beautifully-wretched world? Will your neighbour run you over? Will a heart attack claim you? What about the chef of the fancy restaurant who so kindly forgot to tell you about the peanut oil in the entree? Or are you going to go like everyone else? By cancer or HIV? Take your pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting at the bus stop &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(it's a great place to think)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and my mind was just flooded with WHAT IFs... And my ultimate question is, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where do we go from here?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Of course, there are many interpretations. The waiting at purgatory before being received at the gates of Heaven. Nirvana. Reincarnation. Moksya. And of course, Hell - the 9 circles of Inferno. People talk... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When do we ever learn to shut up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; You say, in the end, we all go to one place. &lt;em&gt;"See you in Hell, brother"&lt;/em&gt; Do you wish to see a loved one in Hell? Or is Heaven too grand for any of us to believe in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, there's always the other famous argument...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; IF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; there is a God, &lt;em&gt;WHY...&lt;/em&gt; There is just too many of them to list down. But there in lies, the beauty and damnation of being human. The curiousity and the judgmental nature of being purely human. We can live. And we will die. The irony of which starts when you reach this point: it's not about existing, it's about living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So are you going to answer yourself this question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you living or merely existing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you not give a fuck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The latter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-5728183527932096165?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/5728183527932096165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=5728183527932096165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/5728183527932096165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/5728183527932096165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2009/05/who-what-when.html' title='Who? 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I need to get away from the Biology and The Da Vinci Code. And speaking of which, I had no idea they are such extremists who feel that this fictional book is the "book from Hell". Don't even let me begin. I think I had enough people tell me their "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thoughts&lt;/span&gt;" about this book. Get over it! It's fiction. There is a major difference between &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FACT&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FICTION&lt;/span&gt;. And it's a book I'm studying in school. SO what? Anyway... I think I let off enough to make you all understand what I've been having to put through anytime I pull out that book. Sheeeshh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Stanley Park... I've walked halfway through it most of the time after my volunteering at VanAqua but this time, I decided to cycle around it... TWICE. It ain't that long if you cycle. But it's a helluva walk. So after I chose my mountain bike from one of the OVERpriced stores along the road, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(it cost me $30 to ride for ALMOST 3 hours - hence the reason why I've been bike-hunting on craigslist)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my dad and I started off HERE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sg4JiX6Rd9I/AAAAAAAABk0/Nkjey00Thw0/s1600-h/IMG_0484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sg4JiX6Rd9I/AAAAAAAABk0/Nkjey00Thw0/s320/IMG_0484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336213094619248594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just off the marina where all the boats are docked. Looks serene, doesn't it? It's funny when just an hour away, there are always shootings going on in Surrey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sg4Hljk7dLI/AAAAAAAABjc/uYvsCW41nwo/s1600-h/IMG_0471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sg4Hljk7dLI/AAAAAAAABjc/uYvsCW41nwo/s320/IMG_0471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336210950267303090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lots of people out that Saturday. The sunniest day of that week. Lots of cyclists. Lots of rollerbladers. Lots of kids running out of nowhere without warning. It can be dangerous I tell you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sg4Hl2ZKozI/AAAAAAAABjk/Gnq25UtpSsk/s1600-h/IMG_0472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sg4Hl2ZKozI/AAAAAAAABjk/Gnq25UtpSsk/s320/IMG_0472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336210955318240050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And so, downtown is just opposite us now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sg4HmUakAII/AAAAAAAABj0/AR8zLLAuM-o/s1600-h/IMG_0474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sg4HmUakAII/AAAAAAAABj0/AR8zLLAuM-o/s320/IMG_0474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336210963377160322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the Lion's Gate Bridge that connects downtown Vancouver to North Vancouver and West Vancouver and on to Grouse Mountain and Cypress Mountain (I think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sg4IkAi7eaI/AAAAAAAABkE/FbS_lh5GY70/s1600-h/IMG_0476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sg4IkAi7eaI/AAAAAAAABkE/FbS_lh5GY70/s320/IMG_0476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336212023195433378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sg4Hmvjr44I/AAAAAAAABj8/GQOj76ULpRg/s1600-h/IMG_0475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sg4Hmvjr44I/AAAAAAAABj8/GQOj76ULpRg/s320/IMG_0475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336210970663183234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Other than humans, the birds were out enjoying the sun too. There's a seagull &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(who's been around wayyyy longer than me)&lt;/span&gt; at Vanaqua that knows all the times the dolphins and belugas get fed, so it too has strategically planned to drop by Vanaqua everyday at those times as well. We call him Steven. Steven Seagull. Get it? Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sg4JiMp5OBI/AAAAAAAABks/ukWMZbza5X0/s1600-h/IMG_0481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sg4JiMp5OBI/AAAAAAAABks/ukWMZbza5X0/s320/IMG_0481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336213091597760530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No, aliens did not come and stack rocks by the beach. To tell you truth, I don't know who did this. A lot of people just stopped by here and started taking pictures (of course I am one of them - clicky de click)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sg4Ik1RcQoI/AAAAAAAABkk/50t_NH7-AIs/s1600-h/IMG_0483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sg4Ik1RcQoI/AAAAAAAABkk/50t_NH7-AIs/s320/IMG_0483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336212037349163650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't you think it's cool? The rocks has to be arranged at a certain point for them all to stay that way... according to some law of physics my dad was trying to explain to me which apparently was useless because I wasn't paying attention...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sg4IkhwWOwI/AAAAAAAABkc/DE30Ca7RpLw/s1600-h/IMG_0482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sg4IkhwWOwI/AAAAAAAABkc/DE30Ca7RpLw/s320/IMG_0482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336212032110082818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Someone had a LOT of time to waste to do this... It was all along this stretch of rocks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sg4IkBAGJLI/AAAAAAAABkM/G6cUPBblDwg/s1600-h/IMG_0478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sg4IkBAGJLI/AAAAAAAABkM/G6cUPBblDwg/s320/IMG_0478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336212023317767346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now... THAT on the top is a lone tree growing on a rock. Welcome to Swash Rock...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sg4IkTt4cYI/AAAAAAAABkU/oURnKjKpHUM/s1600-h/IMG_0479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sg4IkTt4cYI/AAAAAAAABkU/oURnKjKpHUM/s320/IMG_0479.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336212028341645698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cool eh? Hahah... Might be an awesome view if we could just to sit on top of it. And so that concludes my bike ride. The funny thing about this ride was, after passing this rock, I made it to a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;beach&lt;/span&gt; - where people were in swimsuits and bikinis sunbathing with hotdog vendors by the side, and children running EVERWHERE. Then towards the end, there's a public pool and playground with even MORE children going bananas at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hallelujah Point&lt;/span&gt;. And lastly, a small part that crosses the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lost Lagoon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Don't they have cool names for these places?)&lt;/span&gt; Sort of like cycling through different parts of the world within 45 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;An hour well spent. Hah! Bio here I come...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-8774963108049216488?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/8774963108049216488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=8774963108049216488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/8774963108049216488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/8774963108049216488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2009/05/bikingstanley-park.html' title='Biking@Stanley Park'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sg4JiX6Rd9I/AAAAAAAABk0/Nkjey00Thw0/s72-c/IMG_0484.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-5422071674378784129</id><published>2009-05-08T14:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T15:50:12.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7.44 a.m.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SgPei8xqfRI/AAAAAAAABjU/tvekHUQr_sI/s1600-h/summer-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SgPei8xqfRI/AAAAAAAABjU/tvekHUQr_sI/s400/summer-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333351075748150546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FACT: THAT'S HOW SUMMER SHOULD BE LIKE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Summer school didn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;exactically&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; turn out the way I wanted it to start off. My week is over but I have 200 pages to read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; for Biology. I decided in the end to take on 3 courses which I thought was a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"light load"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; doubt it now. I have to read The Da Vinci Code by Sunday which would be okay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I have a friggin' ton of Bio. I'm not even exagerating on the "ton". It weighs a friggin' ton. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No wonder I turned out shorter than expected. Haha. Anyway, back to my complaints... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I also have to read a whole chapter for Managerial Accounting. Exciting, isn't it? And before you all start asking me what I'm going to do with all this, DON'T. Because I don't know what the hell I'm going to do with any of this. I don't even know why I'm still in this program. But the problem is... I don't know what I want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Anyone want to help me figure this question out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; It drives me mad. Everytime someone asks me what I plan to do with my life, I stone... I always end up saying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I'm still going with the flow, trying to find what I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; But honestly... What the hell does that even mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... And to top it all off, my I-pod crashed. Well, it DID. I wanted to charge it but it was a "malfunctioning unrecognized device" and when I pulled it out of the USB port, the image was stuck on the screen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;SHIITTTZZZZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, right? I'm really not cut out for electrical items. If you can, keep them away from me because everything I have seems to crash. My bedside lamp blew 2 days ago so I can't read while in my bed without having to get out of bed to turn off the light now. My printer crashed a few days ago and it keeps friggin' blinking to change the ink cartridge but I already refilled the damn  ink!.. -__- Haih... What did I do to deserve all this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 7.44 a.m... Well, for 3 days straight now, I've been waking up at 7.44 a.m. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cliché&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-5422071674378784129?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/5422071674378784129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=5422071674378784129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/5422071674378784129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/5422071674378784129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2009/05/744-am.html' title='7.44 a.m.'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SgPei8xqfRI/AAAAAAAABjU/tvekHUQr_sI/s72-c/summer-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-5529102337588513350</id><published>2009-05-04T13:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T13:44:48.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your hand in mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JzIK5FaC38w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JzIK5FaC38w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favourite songs.&lt;br /&gt;Because sometimes, words can't explain a feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-5529102337588513350?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/5529102337588513350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=5529102337588513350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/5529102337588513350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/5529102337588513350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2009/05/your-hand-in-mine.html' title='Your hand in mine'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-8572675083070214560</id><published>2009-05-03T02:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T01:55:04.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire and Ice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Some say the world will end in fire,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Some say in ice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;From what I tasted of desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I hold with those&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt; that favour fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;But if it had to perish twice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I think I know enough hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;To say that for destruction ice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Is also great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;And would suffice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Frost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-8572675083070214560?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/8572675083070214560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=8572675083070214560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/8572675083070214560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/8572675083070214560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2009/05/fire-and-ice.html' title='Fire and Ice'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-1994589306749315028</id><published>2009-04-26T10:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T11:16:27.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding meaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SfPMGrJpUoI/AAAAAAAABi8/5lP3WsyYikI/s1600-h/IMG_0469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SfPMGrJpUoI/AAAAAAAABi8/5lP3WsyYikI/s320/IMG_0469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328827199143891586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's currently 8.00p.m. (Pacific time). It's a Saturday. And I'm in my room. Typing out a post. Listening to Oldies. What does that mean? Nothing... that means a something. Well, anyway... I just decided to snap a picture of the sunset because... it's 8p.m. and the sun is still out! It's going to be fun in summer... Haha... Now... On to proper updates on my &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh-so-interesting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other views from the balcony are as follows. Not very spectacular views but it should be fun watching the sunset.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (I'm not a sunrise sort of person)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SfPLPzpgc7I/AAAAAAAABis/40Qqlvfy-_s/s1600-h/IMG_0467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SfPLPzpgc7I/AAAAAAAABis/40Qqlvfy-_s/s320/IMG_0467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328826256532206514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For some reason, there's just this barren land between the house I'm in and the next house on my right. Weird...Not some superstitious cursed cemetary. I hope... Hehe.. That would be fun... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(This city seriously needs some "fun" by the way)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; There is NOTHING here unless you go downtown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SfPLPsZwBPI/AAAAAAAABik/RAUNgGKto6w/s1600-h/IMG_0466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SfPLPsZwBPI/AAAAAAAABik/RAUNgGKto6w/s320/IMG_0466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328826254587069682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you see the Skytrain rail behind the houses?.. It's about 10 minutes walk from the house which is not too bad. I do a lot of walking here I realised. Guess that's what happens when you have to make do with what you have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKay... I'm done with my tribute wall... I took out whatever pictures I had and stuck em' up FINALLY. Nice, nice? I'm sorry Sarat... We seriously do NOT have pictures. Well, we do... Just VERY little...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SfPK0X9Lz6I/AAAAAAAABh8/ocmXHcDrqQ0/s1600-h/IMG_0461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SfPK0X9Lz6I/AAAAAAAABh8/ocmXHcDrqQ0/s320/IMG_0461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328825785242079138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SfPMGrJpUoI/AAAAAAAABi8/5lP3WsyYikI/s1600-h/IMG_0469.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the room looks a little like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SfPK1Dyt51I/AAAAAAAABiU/S9U5_dwtouY/s1600-h/IMG_0464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SfPK1Dyt51I/AAAAAAAABiU/S9U5_dwtouY/s320/IMG_0464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328825797009336146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can see, I covered up the glass blocks... Hopefully, that helps to block out the morning sun. I like to sleep in alright! Morning sun just ruins my day for me. I'm trying to get into my vampire mode of sleeping at 4-5 a.m. but the sun at 8 a.m. can be such a drag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SfPK0_IA1NI/AAAAAAAABiM/4Svv32xTaFA/s1600-h/IMG_0463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SfPK0_IA1NI/AAAAAAAABiM/4Svv32xTaFA/s320/IMG_0463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328825795756479698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like this poster... It's just 4 pictures of 4 couples kissing in random places. Very random indeed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SfPK0lS-AdI/AAAAAAAABiE/X985PvtJSYA/s1600-h/IMG_0462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SfPK0lS-AdI/AAAAAAAABiE/X985PvtJSYA/s320/IMG_0462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328825788823110098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And not forgetting my study area. It isn't so plain anymore now I guess...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SfPMGT0ZNNI/AAAAAAAABi0/h4wGAlSkOwA/s1600-h/IMG_0468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SfPMGT0ZNNI/AAAAAAAABi0/h4wGAlSkOwA/s320/IMG_0468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328827192880739538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So after all the posting up of posters, I decided to admire my work and my feet? Hehe.. I got trigger-happy for a while I guess with the camera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SfPK1QBBPMI/AAAAAAAABic/8jEASStgitw/s1600-h/IMG_0465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SfPK1QBBPMI/AAAAAAAABic/8jEASStgitw/s320/IMG_0465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328825800290548930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My hair is a little longer... after ONE YEAR...Looks like I have to wait a little while more before I can cut it again... On a another happier note, it's warm enough to wear shorts! It may be 14 degrees but what the hell... I haven't used shorts for so LONG and it's the holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SfPK0X9Lz6I/AAAAAAAABh8/ocmXHcDrqQ0/s1600-h/IMG_0461.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-1994589306749315028?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/1994589306749315028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=1994589306749315028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/1994589306749315028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/1994589306749315028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2009/04/finding-meaning.html' title='Finding meaning'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SfPMGrJpUoI/AAAAAAAABi8/5lP3WsyYikI/s72-c/IMG_0469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-369920624897875923</id><published>2009-04-23T16:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T16:31:12.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling it... NOT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finals are over. The relief of it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; there. But I don't feel it anymore knowing that school starts yet again in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;! So much for freedom. However, that's never stopped any of us from having fun. So... Just a little update now before I really sit down soon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;(like in a few days)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; and blog about the Vaisakhi festival in downtown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(which happened like 2 weeks ago)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;And yes, I know I'm behind. Give me a break. The sun doesn't come out often here! Let me enjoy the sunshine for as long as I can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sarah (my French &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-housemate) has left for her hometown - Quebec City which takes a 3-day drive. And when I say drive, I mean a full round-the-clock sorta drive. Pass the Rockies and then onto farmland. I think I should do a roadtrip... Hmm... Anyone up for a drive? A very LONG one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we decided to go to Cactus Club Cafe to treat her to lunch. And we both had a Bellini - sangria and peach puree - while the guys had their Ugly Ale. The next time I'm there, I want to try that. Apparently it's really good there. The Bellini is a very "woman-ly" sorta drink... I liked it. So much so by the end of the lunch, I think I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; happy for no reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SfAihLEhGvI/AAAAAAAABh0/IJXUr59J4EM/s1600-h/IMG_0452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SfAihLEhGvI/AAAAAAAABh0/IJXUr59J4EM/s320/IMG_0452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327796312482061042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Looks yummy no? It is on the sweet side. That's why I say only women would enjoy a drink like this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;OKay... So since she moved out, I get the room with a view. I get the room with the PATIO. Hehe.. My own patio where I get to see the sunset. No sunrise... which is good for me. I don't want the sun in the morning. It is so potong stim when I go to sleep late hoping to wake up LATE but end up waking up at 7 because the sun is in my face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SfAig6QjLAI/AAAAAAAABhs/1BBS6y7d8QM/s1600-h/IMG_0454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SfAig6QjLAI/AAAAAAAABhs/1BBS6y7d8QM/s320/IMG_0454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327796307969125378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As you can see... I am in the midst of keeping my junk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SfAigpyadjI/AAAAAAAABhk/Sjxvc673f2w/s1600-h/IMG_0455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SfAigpyadjI/AAAAAAAABhk/Sjxvc673f2w/s320/IMG_0455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327796303547758130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have so much junk... sometimes it amazes me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SfAigWYWsvI/AAAAAAAABhc/fKA_S_thMSE/s1600-h/IMG_0456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SfAigWYWsvI/AAAAAAAABhc/fKA_S_thMSE/s320/IMG_0456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327796298338185970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm trying to put up my pictures again. It may look simple but it is tough work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SfAigAPWW_I/AAAAAAAABhU/-AaZsqBoU-I/s1600-h/IMG_0457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SfAigAPWW_I/AAAAAAAABhU/-AaZsqBoU-I/s320/IMG_0457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327796292394834930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And something to actually shout about.... I found IndoMie... Hahaha... I haven'y had IndoMie is like AGES. I'm going to have it for lunch or dinner tomorrow... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;An ending note... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Please let the 12 days last forever..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-369920624897875923?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/369920624897875923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=369920624897875923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/369920624897875923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/369920624897875923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2009/04/feeling-it-not.html' title='Feeling it... NOT'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SfAihLEhGvI/AAAAAAAABh0/IJXUr59J4EM/s72-c/IMG_0452.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-6923372228902986578</id><published>2009-04-20T09:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T12:24:58.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chameleon</title><content type='html'>I’ve been a wondering soul for the most part of my life and I think I still wonder too much if that’s possible. I’m neither here nor there. But I’m still around. I realised that I don’t fit in; not anywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a chameleon, I conform to my surroundings. I blend in and for a while, I think I’m good at it yet something at the back of my mind tells me that I’m just convincing myself of it. Am I really pressured to conform? Am I the trickster that fools everyone else? Or… am I the fool herself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge is power. That much I agree. But using it for self-interest reasons, is that going out of bounds? Do I portray an image I want to see? Or am I just hiding behind a mask in a masquerade ball? Is stability what I want? Or the challenge of pretending? Do you know who I am? Do I even know myself? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I deserve to be called a friend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-6923372228902986578?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/6923372228902986578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=6923372228902986578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/6923372228902986578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/6923372228902986578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2009/04/chameleon.html' title='Chameleon'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-3001822797510174598</id><published>2009-04-18T05:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T05:52:27.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had another exam today... It's the earliest I ever woke up in ages... I was up at 5.30 a.m. and there was already enough light outside to see. Weird... But anyway, I woke up early to actually study. I was playing around the days before... I wonder why I always leave things to the last minute and rush like a mad person afterwards. The exam was okay I guess. Nothing to jump up and down for. My right pointer finger was really pain while writing the exam though. I think it's a blister. It's red and there's a huge bump. It's pain everytime I bend my finger&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (which is almost all the time). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Damnit... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Of course, after Monday is over, I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FREE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. But freedom only lasts so long. I only have 2 weeks of break before I go back to school for a summer term. And in that time, I'm praying I get to find a job somewhere... I seriously need one. I need the $$$. I realised that I have NOT shopped in AGES. From going to shopping malls every other day to MONTHS without ever going to a mall. That's pretty extreme even for me! It's not that I'm a shopaholic and I &lt;strong&gt;NEED&lt;/strong&gt; to shop or I'll die. But I guess I could term it as a culture shock. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If before, I spent so much time going out, my life now should pretty much include being stuck in my room isn't it? Don't get me wrong. Vancouver is beautiful in the very nature sort of way but ... sometimes you just miss home where engine fumes, traffic jams, and late nights out rule your life. Being the owl that I (truly) am, there was just so many things to do at night. The day was our night and the night was our day. BUT now, I've succumbed to the good-iness. Hard to believe? Well, I sleep even before midnight. And I wake up by 7. &lt;strong&gt;WITHOUT AN ALARM CLOCK!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Shocker?.. I know. I'm pretty sure you guys still don't believe me but what do I need to lie for? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;On a happier note...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 DOWN 1 TO GO!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-3001822797510174598?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/3001822797510174598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=3001822797510174598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/3001822797510174598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/3001822797510174598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-another-day.html' title='Just another day'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-3084208614542062875</id><published>2009-04-11T01:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T02:02:21.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 down 3 to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-HAzNehfI/AAAAAAAABgs/7_5vdw6iTNg/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323121732391699954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-HAzNehfI/AAAAAAAABgs/7_5vdw6iTNg/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To take the time off from the books, I went to watch Fast and Furious... I liked the car scenes. But the most rewarding... having Paul Walker and Vin Diesel team up again! Who could ask for a better duo? Storyline might be a little sad but overall, not bad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Speaking of hot actors... Johnny Depp has a new movie coming out! Public Enemies... I saw the trailer before Fast and Furious started and it looks like a really good movie. Most movies with JD are always good anyway. And what we all love about him? He always plays the weird characters only he can pull off. Hats off to the man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In reality, I can't wait for finals to be over. I can finally start reading Twilight. I bought these books like last year before I left for Canada and I still haven't read them. That's one thing to look forward to. &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/168431435376733832-3084208614542062875?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/3084208614542062875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=3084208614542062875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/3084208614542062875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/3084208614542062875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2009/04/2-down-3-to-go.html' title='2 down 3 to go'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-HAzNehfI/AAAAAAAABgs/7_5vdw6iTNg/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-4116652711377731679</id><published>2009-04-09T11:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T11:47:12.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So the semester is over and I have finals on. SO yes, I am still alive and kicking. Just a little tied up with finals which by the way begins tomorrow. But I'm here blogging on updates... It's been a while anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Finals are up: 1 down 4 to go. I think I did alright in Mandarin. See how that goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;THANK GOD FOR THE SUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;BOO THE DRIZZLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm hooked on Supernatural; currently streaming Season 3. For some reason, the rest of the series are really sucky now AND I have finals. Damn KOW right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Am currently listening to Oldies; Doo Wop era with big hairs and tiny waists. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I found henna! And I've been tattooing myself. Woot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Still thinking if I should get one.... Hmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Okie dokei. That about sums up my very boring life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Toodles.&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/168431435376733832-4116652711377731679?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/4116652711377731679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=4116652711377731679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/4116652711377731679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/4116652711377731679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-semester-is-over-and-i-have-finals.html' title=''/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-974241949414186374</id><published>2009-04-04T10:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T10:15:43.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Je suis ma route</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SdbAvmb4oFI/AAAAAAAABgY/klrb8XxHCEA/s1600-h/IMG_0425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SdbAvmb4oFI/AAAAAAAABgY/klrb8XxHCEA/s320/IMG_0425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320651933788708946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You know how quotes make you think so much, it suddenly hits you that youre just going in the wrong direction and you needed a push in the other direction... Well, what can I say but &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je suis ma route...&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/168431435376733832-974241949414186374?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/974241949414186374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=974241949414186374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/974241949414186374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/974241949414186374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2009/04/je-suis-ma-route.html' title='Je suis ma route'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SdbAvmb4oFI/AAAAAAAABgY/klrb8XxHCEA/s72-c/IMG_0425.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-2794566832854306245</id><published>2009-03-21T06:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T06:45:50.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thunder only happens...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My weekend started a little early this week. No volunteer shift since it's Spring break. But I'm glad I stayed in to enjoy something I've not had the pleasure of having in A LONG TIME. After months of being here, I heard thunder... It's actually raining heavily and not drizzling so pathetically. It's almost beautiful watching the rain... Also, it's comforting knowing that when the rain goes away, the sun always comes out in the end to brighten the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when it's raining...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-2794566832854306245?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/2794566832854306245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=2794566832854306245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/2794566832854306245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/2794566832854306245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2009/03/thunder-only-happens.html' title='Thunder only happens...'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-2427446914751024522</id><published>2009-03-19T12:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T13:12:36.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The unrandomness of randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I decided to pick up the student-run paper at SFU today - I haven't exactly been catching up on what's going on up on "The Hill" as they call it. Pfft. It's a "hill" alright. I went up today and it was fcking snowing. Honestly! It's fcking the middle of MARCH! Anyway... as I was saying... I picked up the paper and turn it over and it reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Fighting for smokers' rights"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're fcking kidding me right? What rights can you possibly give? Canada is already as socialist as any country can go, literally... I know it's a rule that you can't smoke like within 6 metres from a building but who the hell actually cares in the end? I walk out to Convocation Mall and I see 3 guys puffing away right next to the sign that reads: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"NO SMOKING"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; bolded and in the biggest font possible that you'd have to be fcking blind to not see it. Rights huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tuned in to 2 new bands today. I am listening to Kings of Leon and Grizzly Bear. And I just realised, they are fcking good! Why did no one tell me how good these bands were  before this? Incubus is coming out with a new single in 1 MONTH! Black Heart Inertia... Awesome shits. Needless to say U2's new album, &lt;em&gt;New Line on the Horizon&lt;/em&gt; kicks ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, a friend and I came to a conclusion : this world is fcking lacking in random people. Where have all the random people gone to? It's as if were the last 2 people to laugh at the randomnest things and laughing alone at something so random can be pretty weird in public. I need a random friend who's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HERE NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Not in Australia and practically almost a whole day ahead of me. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No offense intended, Joh! I still love you =)&lt;/span&gt; But seriously, where the fck are you random people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that pretty much sums up my random thoughts for today. And it feels good to be random. Try it!&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/168431435376733832-2427446914751024522?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/2427446914751024522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=2427446914751024522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/2427446914751024522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/2427446914751024522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2009/03/unrandomness-of-randomness.html' title='The unrandomness of randomness'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-5928059965541512769</id><published>2009-03-15T10:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T11:38:50.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Undersea</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mother nature has been a little bit off weather. I woke up Monday morning hoping my day would be sunny. It was a friggin' winter wonderland! Hoping for the buses to stop running didn't exactly come true either. So, there was still school to go to. Pfft... Well, it was a pretty cold week. And I thought I could be walking around in shorts and t-shirt by this time of the year. Well, as Thursday sets for the dawn of Friday, I head out the door to Vancouver Aquarium. This time, I got some cool pictures from the Wetlab and also from the Birds of Prey show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sbxq0LLGrxI/AAAAAAAABeg/d9eoscJsbmU/s1600-h/IMG_0352.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313239104975449874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sbxq0LLGrxI/AAAAAAAABeg/d9eoscJsbmU/s320/IMG_0352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nothing really special about this picture but... I took this picture because it reminded me of my brother for some reason. Can you see the 2 eyes? Almost comical looking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SbxrxcBP0TI/AAAAAAAABfQ/5eT5-8Dw0EU/s1600-h/IMG_0355.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313240157469528370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SbxrxcBP0TI/AAAAAAAABfQ/5eT5-8Dw0EU/s320/IMG_0355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is a Puget Sound King Crab. Pretty cool don't you think? Well, I think so. It's so colourful. We might have made it a teensy bit annoyed by pulling it out of the water to get a few shots of it. I don't want to get this fella pissed anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sbxq1EtVhOI/AAAAAAAABe4/dd_rXKOXts0/s1600-h/IMG_0359.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313239120419849442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sbxq1EtVhOI/AAAAAAAABe4/dd_rXKOXts0/s320/IMG_0359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're probably wondering what the hell is this shit? Well, to be specific, that is the mouth of a sea cucumber. The other end of the sea cucumber is the anus. The mouth has modified tube feet that form a ring of tentacles. And it's their tube feet that enable them to move around and stick to rocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SbxrxO-KHfI/AAAAAAAABfI/5_mIzdSiu7k/s1600-h/IMG_0353.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313240153966910962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SbxrxO-KHfI/AAAAAAAABfI/5_mIzdSiu7k/s320/IMG_0353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The sea urchin... I like to think of it as the porcupine of the sea. Can you see it's tube feet? It's those lighter red string-looking things. It's the sea otters favourite food. There's a really cool and funny way that sea otters break them open. But I'll save that story for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sbxq1HzkDUI/AAAAAAAABew/omXPYZJTNjo/s1600-h/IMG_0371.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313239121251274050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sbxq1HzkDUI/AAAAAAAABew/omXPYZJTNjo/s320/IMG_0371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just thought this seastar was pretty cute. Did you know that it only has one hole in the middle of its body on the underside. So, technically, that hole is the mouth as well as the anus. Pretty gross, I know... Its whole stomach comes out of its body and it digests its food outside of the body before going back in. Now &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THAT &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;is pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SbxryIY9gGI/AAAAAAAABfg/SZTk3gCqybM/s1600-h/IMG_0370.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313240169380151394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SbxryIY9gGI/AAAAAAAABfg/SZTk3gCqybM/s320/IMG_0370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some pretty looking anemonies. The stick to your fingers when you touch them. Question: are they plants or animals? PLANTS! Well, most people think so but they are of the animal kingdom. This fella too has one hole in the middle right there that serves as the mouth and anus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sbxq05mWI8I/AAAAAAAABeo/CI8Ut03DRFM/s1600-h/IMG_0354.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313239117437739970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sbxq05mWI8I/AAAAAAAABeo/CI8Ut03DRFM/s320/IMG_0354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More sea stars...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SbxryKRPidI/AAAAAAAABfY/dd9sTbFLINA/s1600-h/IMG_0369.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313240169884649938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SbxryKRPidI/AAAAAAAABfY/dd9sTbFLINA/s320/IMG_0369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And more anemonies. I think this is a pretty picture. The colours are just... drawing. Like. It draws you to go closer and closer until you can't get any closer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313239126761793826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sbxq1cVX6SI/AAAAAAAABfA/Pz3zS0T2Ko4/s320/IMG_0336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And on we go to the Birds of Prey. This is the Turkey Vulture. They're evil looking and disgusting maybe. But there is a reason they eat carcasses. They clean up after the dead... Oh and by the way, they poop and pee down their legs. It's because their excretes are acidic and it helps with killing off bacteria that's left behind on their feet (considering they walk around really dirty stuff)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SbxryR7ZHMI/AAAAAAAABfo/5BC4x-jdJP0/s1600-h/IMG_0374.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313240171940486338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SbxryR7ZHMI/AAAAAAAABfo/5BC4x-jdJP0/s320/IMG_0374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, without a doubt, this was everybody's favourite bird. The Bald Eagle. I think I got a good shot of him. You think so? It was before take off. The weather wasn't all great but the birds were. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And that concludes my lesson for the day, kids! Hehe. I really want a DSLR right about NOW. My birthday isn't for 9 months. Start saving people! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Toodles!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-5928059965541512769?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/5928059965541512769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=5928059965541512769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/5928059965541512769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/5928059965541512769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2009/03/undersea.html' title='Undersea'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sbxq0LLGrxI/AAAAAAAABeg/d9eoscJsbmU/s72-c/IMG_0352.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-5619242435214284583</id><published>2009-03-09T10:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T10:45:30.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Are you happy?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This semester started out pretty great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But why do you always have to fuck it up for me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And it always draws me to this question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Are you happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Every time I &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You just make me realize that it's all bullshit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is thanks in order?.. Fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank you for making me realize what a shithole all this is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Thanks for fucking it all up &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-5619242435214284583?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/5619242435214284583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=5619242435214284583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/5619242435214284583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/5619242435214284583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2009/03/are-you-happy.html' title='&quot;Are you happy?&quot;'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-3542143365057592881</id><published>2009-03-07T12:11:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T14:04:30.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day@VanAqua</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't you just love Fridays?.. Too bad if you don't. I do. It's my favourite day of the week. I get to forget all my academic troubles &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(at least for a day)&lt;/span&gt;. Even though I have to wake up early (like at 8am), I'm motivated to get my behind downtown to Vanaqua. I took 2 groups of kids today around the galleries. Fun stuff. Having such good weather on a Friday only tops everything off. I took a walk by myself this time around Vanaqua to take some nice pictures of some of the animals there. My battery sort of ran out like 20 minutes after I started my "mission" but at least I have some....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SbH6h-zbohI/AAAAAAAABeA/jubWDEQGTHk/s1600-h/IMG_0335.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310300897347871250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SbH6h-zbohI/AAAAAAAABeA/jubWDEQGTHk/s320/IMG_0335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, let me start off with some "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nature-induced-camouflaging&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" This little guy is all alone in this small tank. But he &lt;em&gt;blends&lt;/em&gt; in so well, doesn't he? Too bad I ran out of battery right when I wanted to get a better picture. Oh well... there's always next week...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SbH6CysLDkI/AAAAAAAABd4/YcAZIi9Zfh0/s1600-h/IMG_0331.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310300361520254530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SbH6CysLDkI/AAAAAAAABd4/YcAZIi9Zfh0/s320/IMG_0331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think one of the bigger highlights among the kids is Miss Seymour right over here. Kids are always fascinated with the predators. She was actually moving when I came to take her picture and then, of course, the whole world decided to take her picture as well. She took her oppurtunity to show off some of her skills too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SbH2WvvCA9I/AAAAAAAABcw/22eGfz8OdAw/s1600-h/IMG_0337.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310296306277811154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SbH2WvvCA9I/AAAAAAAABcw/22eGfz8OdAw/s320/IMG_0337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick question: how many tentacles do octupi have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SIX!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for Miss Seymour over here, that seems to be right.&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe me? Count for yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal octupi have EIGHT okay.... I can count!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SbH5JBqoeVI/AAAAAAAABdo/rEbYAtzNuLE/s1600-h/IMG_0333.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310299369107913042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SbH5JBqoeVI/AAAAAAAABdo/rEbYAtzNuLE/s320/IMG_0333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; a shot of her back as well. Highly intelligent creatures... They can squeeze into anything that is as big as their beak - their mouth - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;and yes... it looks exactly like a bird's beak&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bet you didn't know that! Hah! Anyway, they can fit into anything that is as &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;small&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as their beak. Cool no? By the way, between a shark and an octupus.... who do you think would win? I know which one you'll pick. Guess again. and if you don't believe me. Youtube Shark vs. Octupus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SbH1WbwdXHI/AAAAAAAABcY/WokYQCVGBkw/s1600-h/IMG_0330.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310295201403460722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SbH1WbwdXHI/AAAAAAAABcY/WokYQCVGBkw/s320/IMG_0330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I don't know how it happened but I think I took a wrong turn, and ended up in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A Bug's World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hehe. Not quite. But I usually never walk into this gallery. Kinda cool though. For boys maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There'a the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-RAN-&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SbH3TKoxGEI/AAAAAAAABdY/RBeZQKT7Ejg/s1600-h/IMG_0329.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310297344291444802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SbH3TKoxGEI/AAAAAAAABdY/RBeZQKT7Ejg/s320/IMG_0329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably one of the many types of cockroaches that inhabit this world. I absolutely &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cockroaches. I get this tingly-weird feeling everytime I see one. Ugghh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SbH1WOuY7TI/AAAAAAAABcQ/nv6PT6Vc67k/s1600-h/IMG_0328.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310295197905120562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SbH1WOuY7TI/AAAAAAAABcQ/nv6PT6Vc67k/s320/IMG_0328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This&lt;/strong&gt; ....&lt;/em&gt; I had no idea what was going on. But... it was alive.... It was one of those huge cockroaches that one Fear Factor season had. They had to eat it. URGHHHhh.... Anyway. Weird, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SbH5JmGmrGI/AAAAAAAABdw/IwCAy9G1sz4/s1600-h/IMG_0327.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310299378888911970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SbH5JmGmrGI/AAAAAAAABdw/IwCAy9G1sz4/s320/IMG_0327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the big catfishes they have over in the Amazon gallery. But if you think this is &lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt;? You are in for a surprise....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SbH1V9Zfh6I/AAAAAAAABcI/w_bvV1aiW1g/s1600-h/IMG_0326.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310295193254070178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SbH1V9Zfh6I/AAAAAAAABcI/w_bvV1aiW1g/s320/IMG_0326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS&lt;/strong&gt; is what I mean by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. This is an Araipaima. It's so huge it couldn't fit into my picture. There's 2 of them in the tank. They may be huge. But they are fruit-eaters. Over in the Amazon, the eat the fruits that drop into the water. That's why their mouths face upward. Like an Arawana's...People seem amazed by them. Like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MAN... LOOK AT THAT FELLA. I BET HE'S A THOUSAND YEARS OLD."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This coming from an adult, yea.... Hahaha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SbIKghv7A0I/AAAAAAAABeY/dtWsJ9lgTUA/s1600-h/IMG_0325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310318464554697538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SbIKghv7A0I/AAAAAAAABeY/dtWsJ9lgTUA/s320/IMG_0325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No. I did not take pictures of particles. It's a jellyfish! I forget what they are called. But they are &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tiny&lt;/span&gt;. But fortunately for us, they are not poisonous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SbH1Vf_lIII/AAAAAAAABcA/leYOemi67HE/s1600-h/IMG_0322.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310295185360756866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SbH1Vf_lIII/AAAAAAAABcA/leYOemi67HE/s320/IMG_0322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This are pretty cute fellas. They are the spotted white jellyfishes. It is actually their name... Cute... I don't think they are deadly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SbIKf4UDToI/AAAAAAAABeQ/-cFn-BHkQBA/s1600-h/IMG_0321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310318453431946882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SbIKf4UDToI/AAAAAAAABeQ/-cFn-BHkQBA/s320/IMG_0321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;More White-spotted Jellies. "Jumping Jellyfish!" Can anyone tell which Disney character said that?...=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SbH1VMQNmrI/AAAAAAAABb4/vxZ4nzcgx9A/s1600-h/IMG_0320.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310295180061809330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SbH1VMQNmrI/AAAAAAAABb4/vxZ4nzcgx9A/s320/IMG_0320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what these are called. But they are like magnets. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No, they don't attract metal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; But they seem to attract a lot of people's attention. There is always someone standing by this huge round tank staring at them. It's so calming. Sometimes, I find myself just staring into them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, that's all for today kids. I'll probably get more pictures next time. I'll be sure to charge my camera battery next week. Hopefully. But even if I do, pray I'll have the mood like today to write a whole post about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Stay tuned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-3542143365057592881?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/3542143365057592881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=3542143365057592881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/3542143365057592881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/3542143365057592881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2009/03/dayvanaqua.html' title='A day@VanAqua'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SbH6h-zbohI/AAAAAAAABeA/jubWDEQGTHk/s72-c/IMG_0335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-8696257640682057433</id><published>2009-03-06T14:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T15:21:19.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crab anyone?</title><content type='html'>Let me start my post by saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HELL YEAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I KICKED ASS IN MIDTERMS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And to end the week, I got treated to dinner at Kirin, CitySquare. We had Alaskan King Crab. It's a seasonal crab which comes in about 2 times in a year. So my dad took me for this special dinner. I didn't expect much but was I in for a surprise...It's about $13.80 per pound. And I think we had like an 8-pounder crab (the smallest one there) and the 3 of us weren't enough to finish it off. But anyway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BE AWED! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BE AFRAID! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BE AMAZED!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SbDI6dd5CCI/AAAAAAAABbI/ztUbXNPTdNQ/s1600-h/IMG_0318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309964867337783330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SbDI6dd5CCI/AAAAAAAABbI/ztUbXNPTdNQ/s320/IMG_0318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Huge isn't it? The lobsters are already pretty huge. And then we have the Alaskan King crab. Looks like a spider to me. Can you imagine a spider that huge? Not exactly something I want to be thinking about... &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SbDI6Ms_cTI/AAAAAAAABbA/O55w0lsALic/s1600-h/IMG_0317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309964862837715250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SbDI6Ms_cTI/AAAAAAAABbA/O55w0lsALic/s320/IMG_0317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sorry I couldn't get a better picture. I had no time to take a proper one. But at least it gives you an idea how it looks like up close. The legs are really sharp with all those spikes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SbDI5uqKb4I/AAAAAAAABa4/k3jVF6QXr1Y/s1600-h/IMG_0316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309964854772789122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SbDI5uqKb4I/AAAAAAAABa4/k3jVF6QXr1Y/s320/IMG_0316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From that one 8-pounder, we had 3 dishes. One of them included the fried garlic style which was pretty good. Anything with loads of garlic should be pretty good.=) The meaty parts of the crab was mainly used for this dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SbDI5ZcMtGI/AAAAAAAABaw/qUwRP9jCC7Q/s1600-h/IMG_0315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309964849077072994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SbDI5ZcMtGI/AAAAAAAABaw/qUwRP9jCC7Q/s320/IMG_0315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the curry style. It had what was left of the body with rice and curry. We didn't have much place in our stomachs to put in much of this. It was good though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SbDI5HgjHrI/AAAAAAAABao/1s9HZzmUXNs/s1600-h/IMG_0314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309964844263481010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SbDI5HgjHrI/AAAAAAAABao/1s9HZzmUXNs/s320/IMG_0314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think this was the best dish. Garlic-style steamed crab legs. This... we actually got to finish. It was &lt;em&gt;gooood&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My comments... If you have the chance &lt;em&gt;(and the money)&lt;/em&gt;, don't miss out on this chance to have this crab. You will not be dissappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles...&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/168431435376733832-8696257640682057433?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/8696257640682057433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=8696257640682057433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/8696257640682057433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/8696257640682057433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2009/03/crab-anyone.html' title='Crab anyone?'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SbDI6dd5CCI/AAAAAAAABbI/ztUbXNPTdNQ/s72-c/IMG_0318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-1464991979253649118</id><published>2009-02-24T15:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T15:41:53.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deeper Conversation...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;Is your favourite colour &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Do you always tell the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;truth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Do you believe in &lt;strong&gt;outerspace&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;And I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;learning you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your skin as &lt;strong&gt;tanned&lt;/strong&gt; as mine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Does your hair &lt;em&gt;flow sideways&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Did someone take a &lt;em&gt;portion of &lt;strong&gt;your heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;And I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;learning you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; dont mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you tell me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;All your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hopes and fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Everything that you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Would you make a &lt;strong&gt;difference in the world&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I'd love for you to take me to a deeper conversation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only you can make me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I let &lt;strong&gt;my guard&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;down for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;And in time you will too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; dont mind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Can you tell me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;All your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hopes and fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Everything that you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Would you make a &lt;strong&gt;difference in the world&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I'd love for you to take me to a deeper conversation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Only you can make me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; dont mind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Can you tell me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;All your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hopes and fears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Everything that you believe in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Would you make a difference in the world &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I'd love for you to take me to a deeper conversation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Only you can make me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deeper Conversation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Deeper Conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Deeper Conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deeper Conversation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-1464991979253649118?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/1464991979253649118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=1464991979253649118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/1464991979253649118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/1464991979253649118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2009/02/deeper-conversation.html' title='Deeper Conversation...'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-3633840794308942870</id><published>2009-02-22T06:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T06:53:33.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it me or...</title><content type='html'>I feel old.&lt;br /&gt;I actually feel like I have fun just doing &lt;em&gt;nothing than something&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Which is weird.&lt;br /&gt;I used to like doing some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;And now I feel like I don't enjoy them at all.&lt;br /&gt;Damn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, volunteering at the Vancouver Aquarium has been fun.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a part of something there.&lt;br /&gt;I take little kids out to the galleries and teach them stuff about different animals.&lt;br /&gt;They are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;They ask the weirdest questions.&lt;br /&gt;But are so adorable.&lt;br /&gt;It's like you make a difference in their lives even though you know they will still end up throwing plastic bags around which end up in the sea which the sea turtles end up eating thinking they are jellyfish and die.&lt;br /&gt;The ironies of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a midterm in 2 days. And I haven't done nuts.&lt;br /&gt;I really should start reading but I'm just so lazy. I feel tired but I don't want to sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;It's so sunny out there. I don't want to miss the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to go back.&lt;br /&gt;When this term is over, I am definitely going to look for work.&lt;br /&gt;And I am getting on a damn plane to go home!&lt;br /&gt;That's all I want right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-3633840794308942870?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/3633840794308942870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=3633840794308942870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/3633840794308942870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/3633840794308942870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2009/02/is-it-me-or.html' title='Is it me or...'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-8900209381894691305</id><published>2009-02-14T15:49:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T16:33:51.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i ♥ me too...</title><content type='html'>I got a surprise in the bag of goodies my dad finally passed to me about a week ago. I welled up. I didn't cry! BUT, I &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;welled up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SZZ8bOjfTVI/AAAAAAAABaA/vLNO5HRJtts/s1600-h/IMG_0321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302562418480598354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SZZ8bOjfTVI/AAAAAAAABaA/vLNO5HRJtts/s320/IMG_0321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the first darling of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss DeeTan. I ♥ you too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss picking you up and going over to Irene's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to do our normal random things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope everything is better for you, hun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We need to catch up so badly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you please come online more often&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;So we can do exactly that?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SZZ8oe_e6cI/AAAAAAAABaQ/brWyFvHqYGY/s1600-h/IMG_0323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302562646231280066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SZZ8oe_e6cI/AAAAAAAABaQ/brWyFvHqYGY/s320/IMG_0323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second darling of the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MissIreneJ.Lewis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ♥ you and miss you more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When will I be back?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know. But I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WILL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; be back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Notice that I bolded "will".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's because I am determined to be back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;REAL SOON.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take care k?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our long awaited skype session must take place soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SZZ8hPGb5CI/AAAAAAAABaI/OTVwCZXG4GI/s1600-h/IMG_0322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302562521706390562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SZZ8hPGb5CI/AAAAAAAABaI/OTVwCZXG4GI/s320/IMG_0322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MissAndreaLeong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can I see your tear?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you see mine too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ♥ you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I was back too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'd all be in MV or somewhere in KL right about now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just having fun! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hun... I miss you la....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SZZ65i2gjZI/AAAAAAAABZI/Ph_M6KkRmRc/s1600-h/IMG_0319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302560740301901202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SZZ65i2gjZI/AAAAAAAABZI/Ph_M6KkRmRc/s320/IMG_0319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was back so badly right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You guys know that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Patience is a virtue, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SZZ8F9bedhI/AAAAAAAABZ4/oVYbooR_q0M/s1600-h/IMG_0320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302562053106333202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SZZ8F9bedhI/AAAAAAAABZ4/oVYbooR_q0M/s320/IMG_0320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                          i ♥ me too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SZZ65cpdewI/AAAAAAAABZA/ataI14PMMyY/s1600-h/IMG_0318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302560738636561154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SZZ65cpdewI/AAAAAAAABZA/ataI14PMMyY/s320/IMG_0318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loves...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take care and god bless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss you all so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't expect this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was such a nice surprise.&lt;br /&gt;I ♥ you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-8900209381894691305?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/8900209381894691305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=8900209381894691305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/8900209381894691305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/8900209381894691305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-me-too.html' title='i ♥ me too...'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SZZ8bOjfTVI/AAAAAAAABaA/vLNO5HRJtts/s72-c/IMG_0321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-7995152203181229244</id><published>2009-02-07T13:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T13:39:49.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got soul...</title><content type='html'>I listen to The Killers &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(while waiting for the bus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and it has this almost-calming effect. I have been having typical student days I guess. Always &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;rushed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Always eating &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;on the go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Always &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;WAITING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for the DAMN bus. or train. But at least the train travels faster and comes pretty frequently. If you miss a bus, you just have to wait for half an hour sometimes. It's so not something you want to do especially in the cold. At least it's not snowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know. It's been like almost 6 months since I've been behind the wheel. IMAGINE THAT! I can't believe I've been surviving that long either. I used to drive everywhere. and I mean EVERYWHERE because how else can you get around Malaysia? Of course there is the occasional LRT trips to downtown KL when I want to take random pictures of the random things in town &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and there are a lot) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;but still, the only way you can get around is by driving. All Malaysians will tell you that. When I go back, I can't wait to get behind the wheel and just DRIVE... I miss the highway I take all the time to get home. The KESAS highway... I can just imagine myself right now pushing 140-160 &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(depending on my mood and the speed traps) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;as I cruise along the highway. My random outings. Usually at night. Or early mornings to Asia Cafe for a few games of pool. A few drinks maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course, my thoughts of cruising along the KESAS highway is drowned out by the sound of the approaching train. And I rush in the same time as everyone else to get a small spot so we won't have to be the ones that get left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but I'm not a soldier...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-7995152203181229244?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/7995152203181229244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=7995152203181229244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/7995152203181229244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/7995152203181229244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-got-soul.html' title='I&apos;ve got soul...'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-1005490857143002101</id><published>2009-02-06T16:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T16:26:37.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Association</title><content type='html'>Sigmund Freud came up with free association to treat his psycho-related patients. Basically, all you do is say whatever that comes to mind just there and then. So, I'm going to try this because I have too many things in my mind just flying all around my brain. and I really need an outlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look. After. You. Love. Lost. Found. Died. Black. Rose. Creep. Help. Trying. Failing. Green. Hexa. Octopus. Swing. Smile. Family. Mint. Trippin'. Alcohol. Need. Linger. Water. Life. Daisies. Heart. Black. Night. Rain. Always. Grey. Arapaima. Sayang. Kenangan. Eclipse. Wrong. Right. Wrong. Busy Busy Busy Bee. I need more than 24 in a day. I don't need sleep. I need sleep. Saya perlu... Saya perlu... Ada apa dengan mu? I hate. I hate. I hate not knowing. I hate being alone. I hate trying to cover up. I hate trying to prove. I hate trying to be someone else. I hate pretending. I hate. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(This isn't really turning out to be a very good feedback for myself. These words make so much and no sense all at the same time.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Belasah. Indah. Thinking. Always. Marujuana. Trying. Always. Forget. Things. I. am trying. Omega. Grey. Why? Why? Why? Money. Everybody needs money. Luxury. Fucked. Yes. I hate rain. Never. Distance. Triumph. Alone. And always. February. March. April. Why won't time fly faster? Why am I here? Why am I here? Why. am. I. here? Hancurkan. Akustatik. Statik. Burung merpati. Lari. Lari. Mengapa? Patah sayap. Long. Living. Lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I could go on forever. But this is just showing that the things that run in my head are so twisted right now that I need sleep &lt;em&gt;or a life&lt;/em&gt;. I need 30 hours in a day. Can somebody change the hours in a day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-1005490857143002101?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/1005490857143002101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=1005490857143002101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/1005490857143002101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/1005490857143002101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2009/02/free-association.html' title='Free Association'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-43212025282223354</id><published>2009-02-01T02:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T03:10:31.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miya hee miya ho miya hu miya haha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gong Xi Fa Cai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Selamat Tahun Baru Cina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And as we sweep away the troubles the year of the rat brought it,&lt;br /&gt;we usher in the year of the Ox.&lt;br /&gt;Will it be better?&lt;br /&gt;Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;No one predicts the future.&lt;br /&gt;But everyone is relying on the new President of the United States.&lt;br /&gt;Is that a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;Leaning so much onto one man.&lt;br /&gt;A great man maybe, but&lt;br /&gt;nonetheless a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One advice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So live your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-43212025282223354?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/43212025282223354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=43212025282223354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/43212025282223354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/43212025282223354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2009/02/miya-hee-miya-ho-miya-hu-miya-haha.html' title='Miya hee miya ho miya hu miya haha'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-1396336857384437890</id><published>2009-01-25T04:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T04:39:03.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>French toast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I made french toast this morning &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(actually it was already noon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for breakfast. I looked out the window and it wasn't as sunny as I wanted it to be but at least it's not raining. It hasn't been raining for some time and I'm grateful. But it made me think of yesterday's sunset. I went out about 5.15pm to the bus stop and you know what? I smiled, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;almost in a cynical way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Considering people were looking weirdly at me in the bus. It's funny. You smile thinking its supposed to be a good thing but people around you perceive it as if you're a weirdo because apparently there is the unwritten rule of being grumpy in the bus? Anyway, as I was just looking at the sunset in the background, all I could think about was colours: how it blended in from orange to pink-ish to blue. My point for today's post was that the sun was still out there past 5pm. And &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, made all the difference.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294960678027781986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SXt6rsmB52I/AAAAAAAABXo/GmCqGB4vVYA/s320/IMG_0303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The view from the dining hall up on ReZ&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294960683816510194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SXt6sCKK4vI/AAAAAAAABXw/ASS_v_sP-Ao/s320/IMG_0311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The view above the the walkway from Rotunda to Convocation Mall. You can't see any building in Vancouver City because it was covered by that fog. Pretty, once the sun sets but I didn't have the patience to wait or the blubber to keep warm and wait.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294960689569425090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SXt6sXlxZsI/AAAAAAAABX4/Tm4kHehTUEo/s320/IMG_0315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The view from the bus stop &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(As you can see, it's pretty shaky, my hands were cold)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-1396336857384437890?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/1396336857384437890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=1396336857384437890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/1396336857384437890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/1396336857384437890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2009/01/french-toast.html' title='French toast'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SXt6rsmB52I/AAAAAAAABXo/GmCqGB4vVYA/s72-c/IMG_0303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-8246388816669351097</id><published>2009-01-18T10:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T11:30:22.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The BIG 2-0</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SXKbJWUpK8I/AAAAAAAABRY/5WIl0Ce6VZg/s1600-h/happy-birthday-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292463097027046338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SXKbJWUpK8I/AAAAAAAABRY/5WIl0Ce6VZg/s320/happy-birthday-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so uplifting to know I'm not the only one thinking about this. For some reason, everytime I talk to someone born in the year 1989, I tend to bring this subject up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Like duuuudddeeeee, were friggin' &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt; this year man!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I mean, it won't be another 11 months before &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; specifically turn 20 but what about those who are turning 20 soon or have already turned 20 since this past 17 days in the year 2009. Like whOOly fuck, right? You can't blame all our shits on being the experimental teens we actually are. There's always a kid in us somewhere within us but the reality bites us hard in the ass and numerically shoves us into that subgroup of twenties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny in the past how you want to grow up so fast but when you finally reach this phase, you wish you were right back at being the kid that plays all day without a worry in the world. Well, you all probably know by now that I hate the fact that we have to grow up some day but honestly, who wants to? It's a bleak future to care about. It's a screwed up world that we live in. And yet, were still here. Going through it everyday as if it was a beautiful day to wake up to with the sun so bright and friendly little birds chirping so melodically that when you open the windows, they come flocking to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GUESS WHAT??...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This only happens in Disney cartoons and movies. What reality depicts is a foggy-how-the-hell-do-you-expect-me-to-travel-day with shitloads of classes and tutorials to deal with. A life lived through while staring at a screen we all cannot live without and of course, the occasional beers here and there. What an exciting future, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a pessimist. Sue me. Like I give a shit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-8246388816669351097?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/8246388816669351097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=8246388816669351097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/8246388816669351097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/8246388816669351097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2009/01/big-2-0.html' title='The BIG 2-0'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SXKbJWUpK8I/AAAAAAAABRY/5WIl0Ce6VZg/s72-c/happy-birthday-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-5427743730096410175</id><published>2009-01-17T15:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T15:29:57.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SXGGclu0Z-I/AAAAAAAABRQ/tlx2lxXLato/s1600-h/18962935_w434_h_q80.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292158862859986914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SXGGclu0Z-I/AAAAAAAABRQ/tlx2lxXLato/s320/18962935_w434_h_q80.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I watched this movie last night. Mostly, because Meg Ryan was in it. I thought it was such a good movie. Not ONE man in it. SERIOUSLY. And such a good movie on top of it. The women. The gossip. The betrayal. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(And the forgiveness)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; The humour. Women... What will you do with them? What will you do without them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-5427743730096410175?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/5427743730096410175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=5427743730096410175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/5427743730096410175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/5427743730096410175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2009/01/women.html' title='The Women'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SXGGclu0Z-I/AAAAAAAABRQ/tlx2lxXLato/s72-c/18962935_w434_h_q80.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-7591119109428282542</id><published>2009-01-17T06:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T06:27:15.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>News?</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not had internet connection hooked up over at the new house. Forgive me if I have not been on my msn updating you people on what is going on. Pictures of the new place should be up soon, but I am so so lazy to unpack. I hate packing and unpacking. It's so time-consuming. Well, anyway, I have a pretty nice room. It's nice to know youre coming back to a nice peach-smelling room &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(yes, I light a peach-scented candle in the room)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and a warm bed =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My room has glass blocks at the side of the room. That sucks because sunlight actually gets in which ultimately means I CAN"T sleep in.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Attached bathroom that other people also use is not such a good thing when you want to sleep in. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I donated blood yesterday. I was careful this time to eat something just before arriving and having juice wile waiting. I wanted to use my left arm this time and it went smoothly. I think the nurse was more experienced since I have really small veins.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to come to school to check my mails. Sad, no? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I paid for school fees today that came up to $3065.54. (The things I could do with that amount of money...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Volunteer-in-training at VanAqua is F-U-N! The things that you can learn there is endless.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I always seem to be behind in my reading... Hmm....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will without a doubt update soon..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Toodles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-7591119109428282542?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/7591119109428282542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=7591119109428282542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/7591119109428282542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/7591119109428282542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2009/01/news.html' title='News?'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-3451587790710729012</id><published>2009-01-11T16:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T16:40:01.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For.Get.It</title><content type='html'>Seriously?. .&lt;br /&gt;Nothing for a month.&lt;br /&gt;And now, the silent treatment?&lt;br /&gt;Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;You know what?&lt;br /&gt;For.Get.It.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-3451587790710729012?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/3451587790710729012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=3451587790710729012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/3451587790710729012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/3451587790710729012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2009/01/forgetit.html' title='For.Get.It'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-6906239276452095269</id><published>2009-01-06T14:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:28:44.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowed In</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;First day of school. First day it snowed in. Hmm... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Can I get used to skipping school due to snow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Maybe. If it's on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(Days that start at 8.30a.m.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;You might be wondering why everything is left sided today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;New year, new styles right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I doubt I'll be writing everything on the left this whole year but we'll see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Toodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I wonder if it will get snowed in tomorrow?.. Hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Two days in a row won't be that bad eh?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-6906239276452095269?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/6906239276452095269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=6906239276452095269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/6906239276452095269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/6906239276452095269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2009/01/snowed-in.html' title='Snowed In'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-6551529175693988948</id><published>2008-12-31T10:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T11:25:10.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whOO-ly ...</title><content type='html'>This past week... has... actually been... fun?.. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(as long as it lasted at least)&lt;/span&gt;. I'll get to that part in a bit. It's been so long since I laughed. Like actually "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;laughed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;". You guys who know me would know how my laugh really sounds like. Veivern was down from Montreal or "Moch-re-aL". &lt;em&gt;(And say it like you have some phlegm caught up in your throat with the "aL" part)&lt;/em&gt; Supposedly, that's how they pronounce it in French. French has the worse grammar to learn apparently. She arrived on the morning of 24th at about 1.30 am in front of the house in the snow. The taxi dude had no friggin initiative to help us with her bags. But all that mattered was that she came! Weeeee!~ So i gave her tuna sandwich because she was so hungry after a bloody long flight. It wasn't literally long but there were babies that wouldn't shut up on the 6 hour flight. I so know what she means. They don't cry. They friggin' whine and scream and just irritate the shit out of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are the 7 things we think needs some "tweaking"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt; We fucking speak English in an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ACCENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I swear I didn't know we had that noticeable &lt;em&gt;(or in other words, unrecognizable)&lt;/em&gt; accent at that. We were comparing our experiences you see. We had &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; similar ones for this area. Questions like "So, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; do you speak English?", "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is your English so good?" -___- Potong stim, gila babi! It's as if it's impossible for us to do so. They become even more intrigued when we say were from a public school rather than an international school. Pfffttttt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We had a few words stuck in our head from certain stories. For example: (say it with me):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"whOOO-- ly FUCK. like whOOOOOO--ly FUCK"&lt;/span&gt; It's our little thing. I swear, we laughed our asses off practically everywhere because of our little jokes. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Dang wangy"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; would be another one. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Sarat, you probably would understand this.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; And last but not least: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Vweird".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; We had lots of others but you probably won't get them. You really needed to be there to really know why it was SO friggin' funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christmas is friggin boring in Western countries. Every friggin store is CLOSED. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;PO.TONG.STIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Malls and shops close at 6pm on certain weekdays. I mean. It's not like we need to go shopping every-friggin-day but the fact that everything closes so early is so putting off. Of course then, people like to look forward to Boxing Day Sales, right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boxing Day Sales are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OVER-RATED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;No shit. We were out all weekend. We were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;D-I-S-S-A-P-P-O-I-N-T-E-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We were all ready to go shopping crazy but it was deeply unsatisfying, especially when you have to convert Canadian dollars to Ringgit. whOO-ly FUCK la. We hunted all round Metrotown and Robson St but to no avail. The only thing that may have lifted our spirits is to know that Coach bags and other nonsensical priced branded brands are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. and I repeat. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. dollar-for-dollar like other things here. The most expensive bag we saw was about $300. Not badddd, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If the dissappointing sales weren't bad enough, the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chinese"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; homey-ness was getting to us. Every-fuckin-place was littered with Chinese. Not to say were not Chinese or that we hate the food (because we absolutely L.O.V.E. the food) But the attitude is friggin the same everywhere la... Old aunties rushing for the cheap deals. People pushing you round and stepping on your toes and not a word of sorry? Thank you but no thank you. If I had a chance, I'll gladly stay anywhere - ANYWHERE - where there won't be any Chinese. Mars would be cool, no?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Western countries are so in need of "mamaks". Think about it. Our day only starts at 3pm. We sleep when people wake up! Once the sun comes up, we creep into bed. We eat our breakfast when people are preparing dinner &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(or supper as they call it&lt;/span&gt;)** dinner means lunch. - Vweird, I know!**&lt;/em&gt; and we stay up all night tapping away at our laptops while wasting electricity as the television is just on. This is basically what we did on rest days here. Our lives back home weren't that different. We wake up, eat lunch because it's around lunch time, head out to the mall or wherever that suits your mood &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(and not the weather),&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; come back, eat dinner (or have dinner out depending on the days) and then head out again at midnight to the mamaks or for a few games of pool. You know what?... I haven't played pool or foosball is almost a year. whOOOO-ly FUCK. Like. whOOOOO-ly FUCK. That is a fucking long time. And there isn't a bloody arcade nearby at all. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In our 19 years of life, we have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; checked the weather forecast like how we have done so here. It's so depressing, no? Watching weather. Jeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was fun while this week lasted, really. Vei... it was so nice having you over! I hope you had fun. Next time, I'll be the one coming over to Moch-re-aL! Hopefully in the last 2 weeks of April! At least then, I have something to look forward to!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What are you guys up to for New Year's?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-6551529175693988948?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/6551529175693988948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=6551529175693988948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/6551529175693988948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/6551529175693988948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2008/12/whoo-ly.html' title='whOO-ly ...'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-4770885781250328536</id><published>2008-12-22T09:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T10:21:39.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reliving moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you know that word? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The word you can only say in French? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Déjà vu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Wikipedia, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and what will we do without wikipedia?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Déjà vu is also called paramnesia. It is the experience of feeling sure that one has witnessed or experienced a new situation previously (an individual feels as though an event has already happened or has happened in the near past). Sometimes, you relive a moment in your life from a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a couple of "relived moments". It is a little eerie I must say but at the same time, it's interesting. I find it so interesting because you think you've seen this scene or relived this scene before but your mind is so blank you're unsure of anything at that moment. It makes you think whether you've just predicted the future. But that "&lt;strong&gt;uplifting&lt;/strong&gt;" moment only lasts so long. And once again, were back to living our lives as it always was: living in present day, regretting past actions and trusting what some may call "gut feeling" with lingering hope of a better future. Do you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's a question to ponder... From the events that you remember (or think you remember), is it necessarily true that it happened? Or do you want to believe that it did? I know you want to say that you remember it, so it definitely happened. But if you were to conduct an experiment on yourself by watching say.... a movie or whatever. And then question yourself what you saw in the movie months later (or even just a month later). You'd be surprise to compare what you "&lt;strong&gt;remember&lt;/strong&gt;" and what you "&lt;strong&gt;think you remembered&lt;/strong&gt;"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it. So, I would know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind boggling, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-4770885781250328536?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/4770885781250328536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=4770885781250328536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/4770885781250328536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/4770885781250328536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2008/12/reliving-moments.html' title='Reliving moments'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-2421769874696301530</id><published>2008-12-21T18:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T18:39:31.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The sound of silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It's 2.10 am on a rather dark Sunday morning. I sit here in my room, on my queen-sized bed in the middle of the night/morning in total darkness &lt;em&gt;(except the light from my laptop that allows me to type out this post)&lt;/em&gt;. I just finished watching You've Got Mail! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I know. I've been watching it over and over and over again. I simply love that movie. Anyway, as I sit here in the &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; total darkness, I hear nothing except the tapping of keypads as I write out this post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I hate every moment before I sleep here. I am so used to hearing sounds before I sleep because back home, my windows are open rain or shine; day or night. But here, I can't simply leave the window open - not even a little peep. WHy? Because it's fcking cold, that's why! I hate the chilly winds that come in. It shivers the very bones of one's body. What I hate more than cold is the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sound of silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Do you know what I mean? That sound of nothing. It's like it's got an annoying high-pitched ring that can never go away. I absolutely hate it. I feel trapped, utterly irritated and helpless as it just can't go away. And that is why I sit on my bed writing this post about nothing and something all at the same time. Before I burn my thighs &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(NO, not with ultraviolet rays!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; but with my laptop by writing more, I think I should stop and leave you with the lyrics of one of the best songs of the 60s and maybe of all time. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and they were more than just the Beatles of that era!-just so you know) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&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;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello darkness, my old friend &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've come to talk with you again &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because a vision softly creeping &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Left its seeds while I was sleeping &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the vision that was planted in my brain &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still remains &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Within the &lt;strong&gt;sound of silence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In restless dreams I walked alone &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Narrow streets of cobblestone &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Neath the halo of a street lamp &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I turn my collar to the cold and damp &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That split the night &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And touched the sound of silence &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And in the naked light I saw &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ten thousand people maybe more &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;People talking without speaking &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;People hearing without listening &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;People writing songs that voices never shared &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one dared &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disturb the sound of silence &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Fools," said I, "you do not know &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Silence like a cancer grows &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hear my words that I might teach you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take my arms that I might reach you" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But my words like silent raindrops fell &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And echoed in the wells of silence &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the people bowed and prayed &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To the neon god they made &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the sign flashed out its warning &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the words that it was forming &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the sign said "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And tenement halls &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And whispered in the sound of silence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-2421769874696301530?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/2421769874696301530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=2421769874696301530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/2421769874696301530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/2421769874696301530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2008/12/sound-of-silence.html' title='The sound of silence'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-3060463513410846644</id><published>2008-12-20T14:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T16:33:40.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's a beach</title><content type='html'>Lately, things have been pretty "home-y-ish"... To be more specific, I moved out of my dorm room. It's not that I didn't like it because I really do. But I guess, on a more personal scale, I just wanted a place to "come back to" if you know what I mean &lt;em&gt;(I hope you do&lt;/em&gt;). I live with a Caucassion family that rent out about 3 rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neighbour here is a 4th-year Business (accounting) girl from Quebec. I don't know what makes French-speaking people so sexy, (actually I do) Its just the way they speak! I find it absolutely sexy. French speaking in English is even more sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to my life... Hmm... I wake up at about 11 am because that's the time the kids here become a lil noisy and the sun shining right at my face begins to become annoying. So, I finally get out of the bed, turn on the laptop and brush my teeth. (It's amazing how were so dependent on electronics, no?..) I watched "You've got mail" and... "Sleepless in Seattle" a little while ago &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Yes, I'm bumming as much as I can)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and I just love those movies. I think Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks make such a good couple on-screen and even off maybe but they aren't so maybe they don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... , after brushing my teeth, I check my mail and then I go out and get a bowl of muesli and milk. I watch an episode of The Tudors &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(which should be rated "Porn" instead of a tv series")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; but the point is, I have so much of time right now I am watching "legal porn on television" which is either sad or plain boring. So, once I'm done with that bowl of muesli, I decide to play the keyboard for about 2 hours because the music sheet is on my laptop and my battery dies after about 2 hours so... that's why it's only 2 hours. And then I get a snack of cranberry biscuits, and watch last night's tv shows &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I'm too lazy to watch the advertisements on the tv so I end up watching the tv shows the next day withOUT the ads on my laptop)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; And after about 2 hours or so, I have my bath and cook my dinner. Oh and in between, the shows, I snack on Kellog's cereal or something. So far, I've cooked, french beans and egg - the way my grandmother makes it - and omellete with ham. Rest of the time, I've been a little lazy to cook, so I just have a ham sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids go to bed at about 8pm and that's when I come out and watch tv. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(No, I don't watch the tv series with all the annoying ads) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;but... I watch movies! I watched Underworld yesterday. And Sleeping in Seattle the day before yesterday. And occasionally, back-to-back reruns of Friends because they are just so funny! It gets so late so early here. Okay, I know that makes no sense but what I mean is that everyone sleeps so early here that even 10pm begins to feel much later than it actually is. I creep back into my room about 11-12ish and sleep since everyone online is usually busy working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I repeat this whole routine the next day.&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly but very nearly...&lt;br /&gt;What a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jolly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; holiday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-3060463513410846644?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/3060463513410846644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=3060463513410846644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/3060463513410846644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/3060463513410846644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2008/12/lifes-beach.html' title='Life&apos;s a beach'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-2229370145478649341</id><published>2008-12-11T14:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:31:30.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of wishes and reality</title><content type='html'>I used to love it when December came. It was the month of Christmas but most importantly, it was my birthday first. But no.... apparently, I had to endure 4 grueling days of my first finals in university. Potong stim gila babi! Well anyway, as much as I wanted my birthday to be oh! so fun (considering that it's the last time I'll be called a teen), I had to spend the whole day geekily studying! Oh damnit, I feel so old now. The next birthday I have (which finals undoubtedly happens too), would be my 20th. I know everyone wants to be 21 but I was so happy (compared to now, that is) being in high school. The thrill of everything we ever did in the past was because it was ILLEGAL for us to do so. There is absolutely no fun in anything being legal (the more fun ones at least).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note of things, I had so much of spam from facebook the day &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BEFORE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my birthday since it was already the 6th over on the East side of the globe. So many messages on my wall and in my inbox and text messages. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel so remembered&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It really made my day. Thank you all for remembering (= Well, there really isn't much to shout about. Finals came and finals went &lt;em&gt;(Thank God!)&lt;/em&gt; And like everything else, my birthday came and my birthday went. I move out on the 16th. So, I actually have to start packing my stuff. I really hate packing. I would hate to go through all the mess in my room. I won`t be surprised to find a moldy sandwich under the bed. (NOT like there is) but you get the point. I am messy and I know it. And if you don`t like it, well, too bad for you. So let's hope being 19 will be a better -teen year shall we? I just realised that I'm one of those that doesn't want to grow up. I may want to learn new things and about the world, but by just observing what goes on, not growing up seems like the better option. I think I'm going to youtube some old cartoons. They make you laugh =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all you need, right? Laughter?...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-2229370145478649341?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/2229370145478649341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=2229370145478649341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/2229370145478649341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/2229370145478649341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2008/12/of-wishes-and-reality.html' title='Of wishes and reality'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-4724994949358979655</id><published>2008-11-30T14:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T15:21:10.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When things seemed simpler...</title><content type='html'>Dear all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit that life is about challenges and that without them, life would be meaningless. But there comes a point where we would have wanted it to stay that way. Mostly because we know how it's all going to turn out in the end. Because you know how it's going to end. Or if you didn't want it to end that way, you would have known what to do. That's exactly when life bites you in the ass and proves that there ain't no free lunch. or simple life. Bottom line... You're on your own...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going through some pictures in facebook... I really miss some people. If I didn't include you in them then I probably don't have your picture.. &lt;em&gt;Sorry....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's start from the beginning shall we?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274335652069961106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/STI0VLfO7ZI/AAAAAAAABQI/yFRh2HX72oI/s320/7674643220797l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is like the 1st picture that I ever uploaded to the net. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm serious....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I was like 13 I think. You may think "Oh well, that wasn't &lt;em&gt;THAT&lt;/em&gt; long ago. I mean youre not even 20 yet." But if you really think about it. It's been almost 6 years. I had braces and was probably a &lt;strong&gt;LOT&lt;/strong&gt; shorter.Haha. Life was simpler then. Make a comment about this pic. I really wanna hear what you guys have to say... How different is the Sybil @19 to the Sybil @13?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/STI0grZzHsI/AAAAAAAABQ4/3QYFosiBxRo/s1600-h/35593750133228l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274335849615662786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/STI0grZzHsI/AAAAAAAABQ4/3QYFosiBxRo/s320/35593750133228l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Let's skip a few years and see the dork-ness shine.... Hehehe.. This woman is so funny and so horny. Yes, she may wear a tudung but she is one horny girl. HAHAHA. I miss you too Nad....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274335661486335058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/STI0VukRZFI/AAAAAAAABQQ/yIupjuTgrg0/s320/18750852315093l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This was in Form 4 I think.... Haha.. These people surprised me with a birthday cake and a guitar for my 16th birthday. ZOmg... I will not forget the day when Nad asked me what I wanted for my birthday and I was like "I want a guitar". I had no clue she was being serious. I think about 20 people chipped in to buy that guitar. I love my guitar. Thank you so much again for planning it all. I know that my birthday always falls when school was over but you guys managed to surprise me in school. I still have that card. It was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274335850099712050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/STI0gtNNIDI/AAAAAAAABQw/yU6jZtb6f-8/s320/33827141213783l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; And then on the day PCD was performing... we decided to be all "beach" since it was at Sunway Lagoon. Thorn among the roses. Which guy wouldn't want to be in Shiresh's place? You are one lucky fella... and don't you forget it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/STI0gTPWarI/AAAAAAAABQo/o3epPZu55_o/s1600-h/30832117520349l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274335843129387698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/STI0gTPWarI/AAAAAAAABQo/o3epPZu55_o/s320/30832117520349l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Life is never complete without Patrick the Starfish. Hehehehee.... This picture was wayyyyy before everyone dyed, straightened, permed, shaved - basically before we were out of school... I am the only person that has not done anything to her hair... yet... Hehehe....I miss wearing short skirts... Haha..Irene is probably rolling her eyes right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/STI0WFGwohI/AAAAAAAABQg/06w-Gi7lY9Q/s1600-h/30831951856764l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274335667536568850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/STI0WFGwohI/AAAAAAAABQg/06w-Gi7lY9Q/s320/30831951856764l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then came... Lit night... It was the most look-forward-to day I think for being a Form 5 Assuntarian... You dress up all traditional... At least the Form 5s usually did that since it was our last year... It was my first time wearing a sari. Kasturi got me all the pretty bangles and Irene's granmother tied the sari for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/STI0V9kHUsI/AAAAAAAABQY/GRjI8k6oILk/s1600-h/21994381427472l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274335665512207042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/STI0V9kHUsI/AAAAAAAABQY/GRjI8k6oILk/s320/21994381427472l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My dear Syira and Manda... It was always an adventure with them. I hope to see you girls soon. I miss you. Don't forget me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/STI0U4qwEDI/AAAAAAAABQA/nUiaoIX9Xqw/s1600-h/198118540l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274335647017996338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/STI0U4qwEDI/AAAAAAAABQA/nUiaoIX9Xqw/s320/198118540l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Peronggengs... Hehehe... I cannot forget the 7 of us. We caused so much of havoc in school. At least Nad and Illya made sure  of that. Hahaha... I love you guys. Always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/STIv1QRXftI/AAAAAAAABPw/dt6duW_cMQU/s1600-h/n574430956_653448_9573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274330705551654610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/STIv1QRXftI/AAAAAAAABPw/dt6duW_cMQU/s320/n574430956_653448_9573.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not forgetting the Blacks. and Mr. Sexxayyy... and Sarat. This was at Hanny's farewell. This was just a few months back but it seemed like so long ago. We all went our separate ways. One's in London, the other in Melbourne and I'm all the way here in Canada. The Blacks are well... still paying homage to Malaysia where the food is always great. Hahaha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/STIv1IpWUNI/AAAAAAAABPo/27JXgwMO_Jc/s1600-h/n574430956_653347_4209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274330703504756946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/STIv1IpWUNI/AAAAAAAABPo/27JXgwMO_Jc/s320/n574430956_653347_4209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is just a random pic where everyone is just having fun with one another...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/STIv0mJOx-I/AAAAAAAABPg/vpPf8FaKKFg/s1600-h/n574430956_653337_5660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274330694243239906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/STIv0mJOx-I/AAAAAAAABPg/vpPf8FaKKFg/s320/n574430956_653337_5660.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you look properly, the chicas in this pic are posing how men should be posing and the guy is posing like how Lala muis would...Hehehehe.. No offense Ashwin.. Happy 19th Birthday!!!  I hope you had one heck of a day. I know it's impossible without me but hey... Try your best =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/STIv0Yrgz_I/AAAAAAAABPY/HH4FrHjxRCE/s1600-h/n574430956_281311_1568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274330690628931570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/STIv0Yrgz_I/AAAAAAAABPY/HH4FrHjxRCE/s320/n574430956_281311_1568.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course my dear Wingy... It's been so long since we talked much. I was really close with her in college. She was always there for me. We both had one thing in common then: we didn't study much but always seemed to do alright in the end which was a good thing for us. I like this picture. And no, I don't think you took this picture... Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274330711071073762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/STIv1k1TJeI/AAAAAAAABP4/Fr-RUWnhppc/s320/n574430956_804528_8842.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Last but not least is my mother. I was scrolling through the pictures and I saw this. It is so funny how things have changed. You say so many things to me but somehow I feel there's something that you want to say that you haven't. I hope one day things will be better. I hope you know that I'm not gone forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sybil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-4724994949358979655?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/4724994949358979655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=4724994949358979655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/4724994949358979655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/4724994949358979655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-things-seemed-simpler.html' title='When things seemed simpler...'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/STI0VLfO7ZI/AAAAAAAABQI/yFRh2HX72oI/s72-c/7674643220797l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-3787157180966565257</id><published>2008-11-23T14:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T15:13:04.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blooood</title><content type='html'>I went to donate blood the other day. But it turns out that I have "tiny veins". Which compared to the needle is effing HUGE. If you've donated blood before, then you see what I mean. But, the size of the needle was not bothering me. My blood stopped flowing after a while. And it was a little pain when she put the needle in. And she sort of fidgetted around with it to see if the blood would flow better another way. Hmm... Anyway, 2 days later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SSj_A8ytOYI/AAAAAAAABPQ/Dfc_vQNDZeI/s1600-h/IMG_0293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271743755621054850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SSj_A8ytOYI/AAAAAAAABPQ/Dfc_vQNDZeI/s320/IMG_0293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I get this. It doesn't look so bad but it hurt like a bitch the next day. It was like I jammed myself with a needle without thinking about the consequences or something. Hah! It's getting better. Not much pain. My ankle now is giving me hell. I can't walk fast or long. I start to limp. Is it me or does my time here just end me up in having really miserable days. I try to do a good thing but end up not getting to do so. Then I try to enjoy myself with friends to watch Twilight (which was a pretty good movie though I think they just made Edward so dead &lt;em&gt;and back to my point&lt;/em&gt;...) I end up feeling this irritating pain at the back of my left ankle. Like WHat the hell right? Pfft. Anyway... I'll write about my "Bald Eagle-End-Up-Salmon-Watching-Day-Out soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way.. go to youtube and search for "BLOOD" and you'll see this little boy's face. Watch that video. It is soooo cute. If I knew how to upload it here, I would but I have no clue how to do it so... bear with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-3787157180966565257?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/3787157180966565257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=3787157180966565257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/3787157180966565257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/3787157180966565257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2008/11/blooood.html' title='Blooood'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SSj_A8ytOYI/AAAAAAAABPQ/Dfc_vQNDZeI/s72-c/IMG_0293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-2188401596008451686</id><published>2008-11-14T14:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T14:43:10.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silver lining</title><content type='html'>In the midst of this grey season, a day of sunshine just brightened up my day. (= It was like a summer's day in a gloomy autumn season. I so cannot wait for this semester to be over. Life in university may be the best of our lives but when youre actually living it, you just want to get out. Very selfish of us don't you think? But I'd say my best time in my life was when I was in Form 3. I know I had PMR and shit but daymnn... I'd go back to being a 15 year old any day. I still had 2 years in secondary school. Abso-fcking-lutely nothing to worry about. All you had to do was pass the exams and... FREEDOM. It was short lived but at least it still felt like we had freedom. Everything was like a dream then when you compare it with now. But as the saying goes, Shit Happens. Am I right or am I right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an interesting November the 13th. I had like the most intense work out today with a friend. I'm not kidding. 2 reps of this and you sweat like a pig. Haha. I'm not kidding on that either. And right after, I joined the BLaH gang for Trail mix around the mountain. Hiking at school? Imagine trying to do that in Kuala Lumpur? Hahahaha... I think crossing the road is enough of a challenge. Zebra crossings are just for show in Malaysia. Hahaha... It makes me laugh everytime I cross a zebra crossing.. Like "The cars ACTUALLY stop for me~!" Silly but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh ooooh.... Did I mention this before? I don't know and I don't care: I can tie my hair up in a really short pony tail now! I really can't wait for my hair to grow to at least about my chest. which unfortunately woud take maybe a year or more seeing that my hair just loves to curl at the bottom so it takes effing long for it to grow to the length that I want. Pfft....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midterms finally ended for me today. I admit that studies just isn't my thing anymore. I used to enjoy it but I don't anymore. Not until I hate it. But, it's just not the same anymore. Not that I'm failing or anything. I'd say I'm average? Anyway, yeah. It's different and I don't like dealing with shit when I already have to adapt to a place I wasn't looking forward to going. Bottomline: I want to go home. Anyone want to sponsor me? I'd be eternally grateful. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lingering. But hope is what keeps you going, no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-2188401596008451686?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/2188401596008451686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=2188401596008451686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/2188401596008451686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/2188401596008451686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2008/11/silver-lining.html' title='Silver lining'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-5713714222472989533</id><published>2008-11-10T15:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T09:12:32.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fright Night @ Playland</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am alive, people. Trying to keep as warm as ever. &lt;em&gt;I would exchange climates with you any day Weena...&lt;/em&gt; And as promised, pictures from Fright Night! Woot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266932635026076514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SRfnU36kM2I/AAAAAAAABN0/CTMpvtmxF9s/s320/IMG_0251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a little further off, you can see the Ferris Wheel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266932650621229810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SRfnVyAvWvI/AAAAAAAABOE/bkeC5QtDB9Q/s320/IMG_0255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the front door to Fright &lt;a href="mailto:Night@Playland"&gt;Night@Playland&lt;/a&gt;. Giving you the jitters yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266932638744520658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SRfnVFxHJ9I/AAAAAAAABN8/8w0gSFEf8ww/s320/IMG_0252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe you can't really see this but this is the ticket to enter. And since we were in a huge group, we get a group rate of $15 rather than $21 I think since it was a weekday. We went to Fright Night on the 30th of October, the day before Halloween. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266932662909602818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SRfnWfyhDAI/AAAAAAAABOU/UxHWziZ5ai0/s320/IMG_0257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a fun swing ride. Good for drying your hair after the rain =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266932652662587570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SRfnV5ncALI/AAAAAAAABOM/7z4JC5EqyTE/s320/IMG_0256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from far off, this is how the ride is going to be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266934513919430130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SRfpCPVpjfI/AAAAAAAABOc/LiKrtlbO4p0/s320/IMG_0258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't really take a ride on the Ferris Wheel. Too many rides, too little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SRfpDl3M-MI/AAAAAAAABPE/730q5zNsit8/s1600-h/IMG_0263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266934537145612482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SRfpDl3M-MI/AAAAAAAABPE/730q5zNsit8/s320/IMG_0263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While waiting in line for a ride, we came across "DIE Dine Diner" And if you look closely enough, there's a dude's head hung in the middle, an arm on the left. blood everywhere and just some gruesome stuff. Sorry I didn't have a closer shot, I was in line and I couldn't afford to line up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SRfpDN92jYI/AAAAAAAABO4/jjpsvju37e4/s1600-h/IMG_0261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266934530731052418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SRfpDN92jYI/AAAAAAAABO4/jjpsvju37e4/s320/IMG_0261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another make-up-do of a Hallowee-nie old folks home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SRfpCkTiSpI/AAAAAAAABOs/9ITpI4lc55E/s1600-h/IMG_0260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266934519547710098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SRfpCkTiSpI/AAAAAAAABOs/9ITpI4lc55E/s320/IMG_0260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Hell's Gate Ride I think.... You basically get tossed 360 degrees back and front. Really short but that's a good thing if you ate a lot before the ride. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SRfpCQdC_JI/AAAAAAAABOk/5P4DzbrIjrk/s1600-h/IMG_0259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266934514218892434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SRfpCQdC_JI/AAAAAAAABOk/5P4DzbrIjrk/s320/IMG_0259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ooh, and not forgetting the devotees of the spirit of Halloween. There were people who dress up like killer clowns, grave diggers, monsters, and bloody people just like the above picture. Pretty awesome, eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm... we went on some cool roller coaster rides. One of which is the wooden Coaster. It's like 100 years old I hear. And it's made of wood. Totally bumpy ride that really makes you jump out of your seat. Ooh, we went through a couple haunted houses which were pretty kool too. You never get hanuted houses like these back home. Not even close. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow's a holiday due to Remembrance Day: the day the war was ended at the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month. So let us all have a silent moment for those who died during the war..... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm serious....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, it's like 5.p.m. now and it's dark as if it's 8p.m. back home. I swear, if I don't wear a watch, I will not know what the time is. So not a good thing... Hahah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toodles~&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/168431435376733832-5713714222472989533?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/5713714222472989533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=5713714222472989533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/5713714222472989533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/5713714222472989533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2008/11/fright-night-playland.html' title='Fright Night @ Playland'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SRfnU36kM2I/AAAAAAAABN0/CTMpvtmxF9s/s72-c/IMG_0251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-7615223285850341642</id><published>2008-11-01T07:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T07:25:17.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me why...</title><content type='html'>There is something that bothers me. But I don't know how to place it or word it or phrase it or do anything with it really. I've just come to realise that I can't do anything about it. Even though it bugs me like crazy. I act as if nothing is wrong. But truly' there is something very wrong somewhere or maybe everywhere. Would someone explain to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which would drive you more crazy? To know your leaving for success caused the failure of someone else? Or the coming for a new life was just a dream and nothing else. You make a pick and you tell me why. Because I cannot choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want so much to live as if I had JUST the average student's problems but it doesn't seem to be possible.You know, life is very simple for the average student. All you really do is study and sit for a paper.  I was at Fright Night yesterday with a bunch of friends for Halloween. Everyone is out to have a good time and you play along. I laughed a lot and screamed even more. There was no joy in my laughter; at least, I didn't feel it though it was heard as an everyday laugh. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;there was all the fear in my screams. I may have thought about it as being just for fun. But you realise a lot of things when you reflect.It's like being in a situation where you just want to run. After running for so long, you reflect and decide to face it. But without realising it, you're still running, and faster than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-7615223285850341642?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/7615223285850341642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=7615223285850341642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/7615223285850341642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/7615223285850341642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2008/11/tell-me-why.html' title='Tell me why...'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-3612073711636368413</id><published>2008-10-24T14:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T14:54:38.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm FINE</title><content type='html'>I think I want to change my blog's name. Any suggestions? ANyone? It's sort of hard to explain especially to family members what is up with the blog name. Not that I can because it was well... random... But anyway... this week is such a bummer week. I had midterms and I think I might be flunking that Economics paper. I haven't been studying so I deserve whatever mark that comes my way. I just haven't had the mood to study, not that everybody has the mood but I just haven't been myself for a long while. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm FINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; everyone. It's just different I guess. I waste a lot of time doing nothing. I stay in my room most of the time since its warm-ER. I daydream in class. I daydream when I actually need to study. I daydream practically all the time. That's actually a normal thing that I do but now it's like... I don't even know what it's like now. I haven't been sleeping well though I seem to be doing fine day dreaming. I wake up every hour or so. And the other day I had such a bad nightmare I cried in my sleep and woke up crying. Again.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;I'm FINE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Don't ask me why it happened. It just did and my whole day was so fcked. All I wanted to do was sleep. But once I actually got back to my room, I couldn't. I hate that when that happens. It's a fcked up feeling. It makes you feel sick. I felt sick. and uncomfortable and just not in the mood for anything. Jeez, when the fck did I become so emo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. just for the heck of saying it again. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm FINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-3612073711636368413?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/3612073711636368413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=3612073711636368413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/3612073711636368413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/3612073711636368413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-fine.html' title='I&apos;m FINE'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-1880831070659678397</id><published>2008-10-19T14:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T15:14:50.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple Festival @UBC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258752934888829346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SPrX7qWXcaI/AAAAAAAAA-E/U29s-w6xodI/s320/IMG_0245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to the Apple Festival over at University of British Columbia with my dad today. It was a really good day. So sunny without a drop of rain or a dark cloud in the sky. I miss hot weather so badly you have no idea. ANd the FOOD... I would do almost anything to get a plate of good nasi lemak or char kuey teow or wan tan mee or CHILLI TERBANG... I need some spice in my life or at least food, people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, back to the apple festival... A little bit of "Apple MAth" for you people out there that have no cooncern whatsoever of apples. They have feelings you know... Well, no but just pretend they do and read the damn sign below! Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SPrX7IHIvWI/AAAAAAAAA98/PtXEWIdHJyQ/s1600-h/IMG_0244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258752925698145634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SPrX7IHIvWI/AAAAAAAAA98/PtXEWIdHJyQ/s320/IMG_0244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Interesting, no?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258752639140630482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SPrXqcmgD9I/AAAAAAAAA9s/11yejrihcUo/s320/IMG_0242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258755860096938194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SPral7mU8NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/XwFtr3p65e8/s320/IMG_0243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This are the biggest apples I found on the table among the 200 over other apple species and yes, there are that many apple species. Not even kidding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SPrX78w_G8I/AAAAAAAAA-M/BsKcRqaURpA/s1600-h/IMG_0246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258752939832318914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SPrX78w_G8I/AAAAAAAAA-M/BsKcRqaURpA/s320/IMG_0246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this are the smallest ones I saw on the table. Pretty red jewels aren't they? You could just run off with them and no one would know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SPrX79RbHyI/AAAAAAAAA-U/l6uVeueoQ08/s1600-h/IMG_0247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258752939968372514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SPrX79RbHyI/AAAAAAAAA-U/l6uVeueoQ08/s320/IMG_0247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the apples are packed and ready to be sold to everyone who wants to buy them. We got the Ambrosia and Honeycrisp. Cool names eh?Ooh, there's also these apple chips which are basically sliced dried apples which are so sedap. I was like, zOMG- these are GOOD stuff. You guys should try them. Really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SPrX8GGmGMI/AAAAAAAAA-c/AIEuA3I5-qs/s1600-h/IMG_0248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258752942338873538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SPrX8GGmGMI/AAAAAAAAA-c/AIEuA3I5-qs/s320/IMG_0248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some jam here too. I got to test some apples for free over at the tents but for some, you had to pay. The apple pie was $4 per slice so we didn't get that and also, we had a huge lunch at some Taiwanese place. I had some spicy Taiwanese beef noodles. It was a HUGE bowl. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You would have loved it though, Mr. Sexxayy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SPrXpRBa0kI/AAAAAAAAA9U/BOMQICFHun0/s1600-h/IMG_0238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258752618852438594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SPrXpRBa0kI/AAAAAAAAA9U/BOMQICFHun0/s320/IMG_0238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Check out the line for the apple tasting. We weren't so keen to line up to eat more. Next year, maybe. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SPrXp5NniEI/AAAAAAAAA9c/7Bv_e_0a0zY/s1600-h/IMG_0239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258752629641021506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SPrXp5NniEI/AAAAAAAAA9c/7Bv_e_0a0zY/s320/IMG_0239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I saw this kid just lie on the ground. So adorable. Then comes his mom and brother to try and lift him up and as you can see, he ain't movin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SPrXp2OnTQI/AAAAAAAAA9k/SXiD5muiddI/s1600-h/IMG_0240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258752628839894274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SPrXp2OnTQI/AAAAAAAAA9k/SXiD5muiddI/s320/IMG_0240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How can these people here live without their coffee eh? I haven't even had one since I came here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258753167632556242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SPrYJNYy4NI/AAAAAAAAA-k/vlraHHJYDuI/s320/IMG_0249.JPG" border="0" /&gt; It's autumn as you can see. The leaves are turning red-ish orange. Pretty colours. But the colours ain't changing my opinion of the cold. I hate it. It's bloody 2 degrees outside now. How do these people survive here? &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/168431435376733832-1880831070659678397?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/1880831070659678397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=1880831070659678397' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/1880831070659678397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/1880831070659678397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2008/10/apple-festival-ubc.html' title='Apple Festival @UBC'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SPrX7qWXcaI/AAAAAAAAA-E/U29s-w6xodI/s72-c/IMG_0245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-3721865524306317551</id><published>2008-10-14T04:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T04:15:57.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Monday mornings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SPOrEpQ03rI/AAAAAAAAA9M/i9wckLFf4Zs/s1600-h/IMG_0237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256733286355754674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SPOrEpQ03rI/AAAAAAAAA9M/i9wckLFf4Zs/s320/IMG_0237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rainy Monday mornings... Don't they just get you down? It's supposed to be the beginning of a bright new week. It's supposed to be Thanksgiving. Am I thankful for anything? Maybe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-3721865524306317551?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/3721865524306317551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=3721865524306317551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/3721865524306317551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/3721865524306317551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2008/10/rainy-monday-mornings.html' title='Rainy Monday mornings'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SPOrEpQ03rI/AAAAAAAAA9M/i9wckLFf4Zs/s72-c/IMG_0237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-5294579964260033887</id><published>2008-10-12T02:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T02:40:39.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind every smile...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SPDxUDOOG1I/AAAAAAAAA9E/9m4cEoMxn5U/s1600-h/mona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255966091905997650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SPDxUDOOG1I/AAAAAAAAA9E/9m4cEoMxn5U/s320/mona.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I look at this picture and all I see is sadness. She's bloody smiling, isn't she? But you know what, that smile is not honest, it's a mockery. That's exactly how I am every single fucking day. I'm a liar. I am but a fucking actor that struts his stuff on the stage. The audience that see me act think I am a great actor but what do they know? Behind every smile, I'm just a ticking bomb waiting to explode. Behind every smile, is just another person living in turmoil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go figure your own Mona Lisa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-5294579964260033887?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/5294579964260033887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=5294579964260033887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/5294579964260033887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/5294579964260033887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2008/10/behind-every-smile.html' title='Behind every smile...'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SPDxUDOOG1I/AAAAAAAAA9E/9m4cEoMxn5U/s72-c/mona.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-3395563740130644866</id><published>2008-10-06T00:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T00:49:29.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Japanese restaurant on Granville St.</title><content type='html'>Hello hello... I had such a good all-you-can-eat sushi yesterday at this Japanese restaurant over on Granville St. that I am such a pig I swear. I think it was called Shabusen Japanese Restaurant. I had SO much sashimi it's amazing... I know I eat a lot but for last night's dinner, I ate a HELL lot... I took very few pictures because I was too busy eating.. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SOjpt19_gFI/AAAAAAAAA88/uwEEwkuSyfE/s1600-h/IMG_0209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253705939118162002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SOjpt19_gFI/AAAAAAAAA88/uwEEwkuSyfE/s320/IMG_0209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, for starters, I had the Edamame beans... &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SOjpcvYYjuI/AAAAAAAAA8c/Kd5bg2uD338/s1600-h/IMG_0210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253705645292031714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SOjpcvYYjuI/AAAAAAAAA8c/Kd5bg2uD338/s320/IMG_0210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the nigiri sushi that we ordered. The Geoduck is the one wrapped with seaweed. The 2 pink ones on the left are the tuna nigiri ones. but it's the expensive part of the tuna:&lt;br /&gt;"tolo" which is the belly part. The other 2 on the right is the yellow-fin tuna nigiri sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SOjpdFlCKLI/AAAAAAAAA8k/hmXU2AhgjmU/s1600-h/IMG_0211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253705651250669746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SOjpdFlCKLI/AAAAAAAAA8k/hmXU2AhgjmU/s320/IMG_0211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As you can see here, we whacked like half of it before I realised I forgot to take a picture. Hehe, Just look at the sizes of that sashimi. Where can you get sashimi sliced that thickly around??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SOjpdjsLJQI/AAAAAAAAA8s/lGhH7b9D_JY/s1600-h/IMG_0212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253705659333682434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SOjpdjsLJQI/AAAAAAAAA8s/lGhH7b9D_JY/s320/IMG_0212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the tempura prawns which are really good too. For someone who doesn't really like prawns, I seemed to enjoy it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SOjpdvOvLMI/AAAAAAAAA80/Ee7CaXFjdpw/s1600-h/IMG_0213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253705662431440066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SOjpdvOvLMI/AAAAAAAAA80/Ee7CaXFjdpw/s320/IMG_0213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Calfornia roll and some other sushi I can't recall what's it called but it was good...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So head on over there whenever youre in Vancouver. Just $22.95 without tax and tip, and oh, not forgetting your flight cost. Hehehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Domo arigato Mr. Roboto...."&lt;/em&gt; Does anyone remember that song?It's a classic...&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/168431435376733832-3395563740130644866?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/3395563740130644866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=3395563740130644866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/3395563740130644866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/3395563740130644866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2008/10/some-japanese-restaurant-on-granville.html' title='Some Japanese restaurant on Granville St.'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SOjpt19_gFI/AAAAAAAAA88/uwEEwkuSyfE/s72-c/IMG_0209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-7523994910014791743</id><published>2008-10-02T08:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T08:48:04.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Common things</title><content type='html'>Ni HaO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying my luck with Mandarin or more commonly known as Common Language if literally translated. Laugh all you want but I am trying it out. I need to actually... It kinda sucks when a "Western" country that I'm in is so full of them. I can't even understand it which sucks even more because I'm "partly" Chinese. I love stressing that part. That way I have an excuse not to know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, anyway... my week has been going on pretty well. I just finished my first math midterm today and there's a movie night in the dorm tonight so it's all good. I got a hold on whatever pencils I had and started drawing today. I'm so transfixed by eyes, I don't know why. Guess it's because the eyes portray so many emotions all at once you never know which the person is feeling. I feel relaxed today. No fretting over midterms for at least a week more. But I seriously need to get my head into Economics... I don't know why my father thinks I should have taken it. I don't think it's me... Hmm... then again, I don't know myself so I have to see where this all takes me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, it's raya season. So to all my lovelies back home, Selamat Hari Raya. You have no idea how much I'm craving for rendang and nasi lemak right now. Al the pizzas and pastas and sandwiches are getting to me... I need my chilli padi like NOW! Haha, you know what I do when I get my sandwiches and pizzas and all that? I jam it with chilli flakes and tabasco sauce just to get some Ooomph! Hahahahaha, I know what youre thinking Joh,... Not HAPPENING Not even in a million years when women have wiped out the whole species of man with only you  left in it... I'm gonna be late for Yoga..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cjai Chien (gimme a break, I can say it but it doesn't mean I can spell  it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maafkan saya untuk pos ini yang agaknya kekurangan gambar-gambar. Takde mood nak ambil lah...Hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-7523994910014791743?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/7523994910014791743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=7523994910014791743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/7523994910014791743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/7523994910014791743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2008/10/common-things.html' title='Common things'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-8204994573003218034</id><published>2008-09-26T10:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T11:10:42.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning it all...</title><content type='html'>It's been a month since I've been here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few things I notice:&lt;br /&gt;1. People here walk heck of a fast... Singaporeans still take the cake but hell... these people walk fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. People here like to add "hey" to the end of their sentences like how Malaysians like to "lah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What I called "effing cold weather", they call "perfect weather". I don't know how they can take this whole episode of rain. It just drizzles and drizzles and drizzles, it drives me nuts because it's so depressing to me.. People here LIKE to run IN THE RAIN. And not to mention how everything gets wet! Your clothes, your shoes, your hair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: And just for the sake of being a SFU student, I'm gonna say, "Support Cancer Research!" because Terry Fox's legacy still lives on. I may hate running in the rain but I did it today for the sake of supporting the Terry Fox Cancer Research Fund. Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. There's too many Chinese for my liking.. Hahahaahhaahahahhaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. People do care about the environment. WE all RECYCLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I bloody hell miss chilli padi and sambal belacan and nasi lemak and wan tan mee and char kuey teow and yong tau foo and ... if I were to go on the list would never end. In short, I miss Malaysian food. I am so going to stuff my face with it when I go back in summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, these are some pictures I missed out. Have a look-see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Buntzen Lake in my 2nd week here. We went for a hike. I defnitely did NOT see a 4-hour hike come my way. Because I thought it was just to replax but heck no, these people love nature so much we hiked all round the lake.. It's no joke okay... It just kept on going on and on and on without an end. Where we thought was the end was just actually the other end of the lake which was such a disappointment since we have to hike to other end where we started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250147498476761778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SNxFVVkc8rI/AAAAAAAAA7k/BHejnQ3-Gqw/s320/IMG_0115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of trees here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SNxFxFTt0EI/AAAAAAAAA70/KLfgrZvR7rs/s1600-h/IMG_0120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250147975147933762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SNxFxFTt0EI/AAAAAAAAA70/KLfgrZvR7rs/s320/IMG_0120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a......... slug? Well, it was weird looking so I took a picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SNxFxKEylxI/AAAAAAAAA78/J5xxn3DnX8E/s1600-h/IMG_0121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250147976427509522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SNxFxKEylxI/AAAAAAAAA78/J5xxn3DnX8E/s320/IMG_0121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lots of trees AGAIN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SNxFxSPQi-I/AAAAAAAAA8E/qQ-_CW1HsDg/s1600-h/IMG_0129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250147978618899426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SNxFxSPQi-I/AAAAAAAAA8E/qQ-_CW1HsDg/s320/IMG_0129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As you can see, I wasn't attacked by any or saw any bears or cougars for that matter =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250147503393676386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SNxFVn4vHGI/AAAAAAAAA7s/RgZBtFRrA5Q/s320/IMG_0116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a dam I visited somewhere near a salmon hatchery. It's pretty cool watching it from the top. You get sprinkled a lot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250147493316752418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SNxFVCWNdCI/AAAAAAAAA7U/j22-aiGKgjA/s320/IMG_0107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where the water runs down from the dam. As you can see.. More trees...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250147497302138050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SNxFVRMZnMI/AAAAAAAAA7c/quEJS-jZtGM/s320/IMG_0111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is a wolf. They are a protected species here. This guy looked really skinny and sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKay, so away we are from nature and on to a more "spiritual" outlook... I go to church. No, I am not kidding just to make you choke on that sandwich your eating. I do go to church. It's called Holy Rosary Cathedral on Richards and Dunsmuir Streets in Downtown Vancouver. It is a VERY pretty church. I like to be in a church. I feel safe... The coloured glass the interior of the church is so pretty. I want to take a picture but I think it's rude to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SNxFxyfxRwI/AAAAAAAAA8M/hUAsbpP9P8E/s1600-h/IMG_0187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250147987278087938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SNxFxyfxRwI/AAAAAAAAA8M/hUAsbpP9P8E/s320/IMG_0187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't you just love ending your day with a beautiful sunset? I do...&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SNxFVCw0uXI/AAAAAAAAA7M/N4aiNNbRIzg/s1600-h/IMG_0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250147493428377970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SNxFVCw0uXI/AAAAAAAAA7M/N4aiNNbRIzg/s320/IMG_0096.JPG" border="0" /&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/168431435376733832-8204994573003218034?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/8204994573003218034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=8204994573003218034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/8204994573003218034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/8204994573003218034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-been-month-since-ive-been-here.html' title='Learning it all...'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SNxFVVkc8rI/AAAAAAAAA7k/BHejnQ3-Gqw/s72-c/IMG_0115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-4574172129355814544</id><published>2008-09-21T00:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T01:25:20.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflecting</title><content type='html'>My Fridays end pretty early and by pretty early I mean by 9.20 am which means that I don't have classes after 9.20am which means that I'm free! Okay I know you guys get the point... Well, anyway, I made $25 bucks that Friday just by taking a survey with the Social Psychology department and a Learning Lab Kit thing over at the Education department. The learning kit lab was pretty educational? Haha, I learnt about the "Hobbits" archeologists found in FLores, Indonesia. I had to do some tests so for their research on learning capabilities and memory functions on us humans... I wonder how I did. Anyway, the psychology survey thingy was about moods and how it effects our views when we want to buy something... I think it actually made sense... I bought posters over at the poster sale they had just outside the psychology lab and I bought posters which reflected my mood - not that I'm saying I knew that when I bought it but after I brought it back to my room and I fixed it up, I realised it did reflect my mood. Well, anyway, just a few pictures for you guys to see my room's walls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SNUsl_zV2WI/AAAAAAAAA68/bFhbx7vl0Hw/s1600-h/IMG_0184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248149972063738210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SNUsl_zV2WI/AAAAAAAAA68/bFhbx7vl0Hw/s320/IMG_0184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See see...... I do remember you all in Malaysia... Every minute I'm at my table I just need to look up from my books to see all the happy smiles I'll be seeing back home =) Oh, and that's one of the posters I got.. The black and white one... 4 pictures of 4 couples making out... No hints intended but I just liked those pictures... It gives me a sense of being reassurred that love is still around &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248149979965075586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SNUsmdPKsII/AAAAAAAAA7E/63-QQ0TOEp4/s320/IMG_0185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Then, I got these 5... I love the 2 lady portraits.. I miss my sketch book from home.... I need to go out and buy charcoal, a cketch book, pencils and maybe some colour pencils... I need to start drawing again... I miss it terrible.. That swirly poster there is called Seagrave and who does not LOVE Bob MArley?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-4574172129355814544?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/4574172129355814544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=4574172129355814544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/4574172129355814544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/4574172129355814544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2008/09/reflecting.html' title='Reflecting'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SNUsl_zV2WI/AAAAAAAAA68/bFhbx7vl0Hw/s72-c/IMG_0184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-5295896327565173430</id><published>2008-09-19T13:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T13:28:28.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Football!</title><content type='html'>So, I'm in my third week of classes. So far it's been alright. It was sunny for 2 weeks which was awesome for me. People here were complaining of the heat while I was embracing it. It was so good soaking up the sun while it lasted. The rain is coming in in a few days time. And it won't stop.. I feel gloomy already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last Saturday, I went for SFU Clan's Football game. You heard that right. I went for an American Football game. I need someone to constantly tell me what's going on because well, I didn't know nuts about it. Have a look-see at the pictures I snapped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SNM1oUDpy1I/AAAAAAAAA6M/eHS6aVfaRkg/s1600-h/IMG_0174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247596957511830354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SNM1oUDpy1I/AAAAAAAAA6M/eHS6aVfaRkg/s320/IMG_0174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The game was held at BC Place which is another pretty place. The BC Place looks like this just on the outside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SNM1o54zjcI/AAAAAAAAA6U/2ggHcIBUzhE/s1600-h/IMG_0175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247596967666879938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SNM1o54zjcI/AAAAAAAAA6U/2ggHcIBUzhE/s320/IMG_0175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And like this on the inside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SNM1pHRjNpI/AAAAAAAAA6c/TgYTF9TASf0/s1600-h/IMG_0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247596971260327570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SNM1pHRjNpI/AAAAAAAAA6c/TgYTF9TASf0/s320/IMG_0177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, they make a bang coming in to warm up... The SFU Clan played against the Sasketchewan Huskies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SNM1pea2zDI/AAAAAAAAA6k/7EliptyPkd4/s1600-h/IMG_0178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247596977473375282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SNM1pea2zDI/AAAAAAAAA6k/7EliptyPkd4/s320/IMG_0178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SNM1p3D7IjI/AAAAAAAAA6s/pBZ9WaPZGyY/s1600-h/IMG_0179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247596984088076850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SNM1p3D7IjI/AAAAAAAAA6s/pBZ9WaPZGyY/s320/IMG_0179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247597212468676162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SNM13J2GhkI/AAAAAAAAA60/Lk2I_habtmM/s320/IMG_0182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;which to everyone's surprise The SFU Clan actually won... This is like their 2nd game they've won in 3 years... Not making fun or nothing but you have to admit it is a lil funny... like whut? 3 years??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.. Anyway, jokes aside, it's been a pretty good week.. And I can't wait for the weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-5295896327565173430?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/5295896327565173430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=5295896327565173430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/5295896327565173430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/5295896327565173430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2008/09/football.html' title='Football!'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SNM1oUDpy1I/AAAAAAAAA6M/eHS6aVfaRkg/s72-c/IMG_0174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-1944722139813070810</id><published>2008-09-08T12:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T14:11:24.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simon Fraser University, Burnaby Mountain</title><content type='html'>I just love the colours of the sky here. It's always beautiful no matter what. Winter hasn't happened so I wouldnt know how it's going to be but I'll soon find out. Brrrr.... This pic below was taken just outside my dad's balcony. Isn't it pretty? &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243511963975911026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SMSyWZRLhnI/AAAAAAAAA4s/U41Elt_bSDg/s320/IMG_0143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's actually sunny though, this is what the view from his place looks like....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243510896641010018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SMSxYRItaWI/AAAAAAAAA4k/KCUPMWD6Qfo/s320/IMG_0141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is not bad at all... You get to see the sea and the mountains. And occasionally, you get to see planes flying in to land on the water... Those water planes yea, not the ones you get at the airport...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a "cooler" note, I went out today because it was sunny and a sunny day like today is not to be missed. Seriouslllyyyyy.... I took pictures of the campus. I've been here almost 2 weeks now, I kinda needed to know where all the roads go to. I still get a lil lost especially in the buildings. I'm headed for north but end up at south or head for east and end at west. That kinda thing... I'm getting used to it... So, let's check out the pics, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243512374170124530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SMSyuRXGgPI/AAAAAAAAA5U/BxamY5i4DK8/s320/IMG_0153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Some more mountains to look at. Considering that I'm actually on one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SMSyu3trkmI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Y9VYjc9htPo/s1600-h/IMG_0154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243512384465375842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SMSyu3trkmI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Y9VYjc9htPo/s320/IMG_0154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The library is the building on the right. Pretty big. I haven't had a proper look at it yet. There's lots of stairs around here. Trust me you can't see it there's hell lot of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SMSyvCr7TUI/AAAAAAAAA5k/YQrEFLcjwWU/s1600-h/IMG_0155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243512387410808130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SMSyvCr7TUI/AAAAAAAAA5k/YQrEFLcjwWU/s320/IMG_0155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This walk way if you look at it properly is like a zig zag which passes a man-made lake. No fish. Too cold for them... Hahahaha...Lots of people sit around here (including me) just to read or lay down to soak up the sun. I did that just after taking all these pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SMSyvRQlkUI/AAAAAAAAA5s/0Jy8W5yGEBw/s1600-h/IMG_0157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243512391322669378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SMSyvRQlkUI/AAAAAAAAA5s/0Jy8W5yGEBw/s320/IMG_0157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another view of the library over on the far right and the Maggie Benston's Student Services Office on the left. Can't really see it, because of how everything kind of blends in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SMSyWkYMmbI/AAAAAAAAA40/8jF955oflH0/s1600-h/IMG_0149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243511966958131634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SMSyWkYMmbI/AAAAAAAAA40/8jF955oflH0/s320/IMG_0149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The buses and cars come up the mountain through this road. You can see a partial of the Terry Fox Field on the right. I hope you guys know who he is. He's the guy that ran halfway across Canada even though he had only one good leg to raise funds for cancer research. He didn't get to complete the race but he's legacy lives on. Hehe. I sound so corny saying that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on to more important places, like my room =) This is not messy. This is considered neat for my standards. So don't be too quick to judge. I find my stuff in my mess. I don't understand why people don't understand people like Sara and me who actually find our stuff within our mess. We actually remember where we put em'. Once they get put back somewhere, it's like a whole other chore to look for them AGAIN. Anyway, there's the fridge and mirror and unoccupied bookshelves. I miss my books. I don't think bookshelves should be empty. Never should it be looking like that. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243512613729037378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SMSy8NyZbEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/9mzVLUSxoMs/s320/IMG_0159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I have some pictures of me and my friends up there. Thanks to the Besties* for making an album so I can put them up. I just need to look at it from my table and think back of all those happy moments back home =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243512399483299842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SMSyvvqO6AI/AAAAAAAAA50/bYw2ouJQwL4/s320/IMG_0158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went blueberry picking yesterday. Blueberries look like that and they're unique. All of them have a different taste. Not many big ones because it's almost end of the season. It's still an experience though...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SMSxXi8Pj0I/AAAAAAAAA4E/QugNwsJKAaY/s1600-h/IMG_0136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243510884240691010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SMSxXi8Pj0I/AAAAAAAAA4E/QugNwsJKAaY/s320/IMG_0136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After that we went for Hong Kong Chinese food. It's the closest I get to anything other than hamburgers, hot dogs, pizzas and pasta. Imagine having to choose from that everyday for dinner. Sheeesh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SMSxX-FjpaI/AAAAAAAAA4M/yjZJK-vlJVE/s1600-h/IMG_0138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243510891527513506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SMSxX-FjpaI/AAAAAAAAA4M/yjZJK-vlJVE/s320/IMG_0138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some beef hor fun which was just okay okay for me. I need my chilli padi to spice things up. They DON'T serve cut chilli here. What the hell???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SMSxYLlMYJI/AAAAAAAAA4U/hu28_2QdAv0/s1600-h/IMG_0139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243510895149867154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SMSxYLlMYJI/AAAAAAAAA4U/hu28_2QdAv0/s320/IMG_0139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some beef sang mien.. which was my favourite dish that day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SMSxYeDkrzI/AAAAAAAAA4c/R0DJ78lGWcE/s1600-h/IMG_0140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243510900109127474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SMSxYeDkrzI/AAAAAAAAA4c/R0DJ78lGWcE/s320/IMG_0140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And lastly, we had chicken baked rice something.. Haha, That was pretty good too =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't they look yummy? Hehehehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm... I like laying on the grass and reading here so much so I took a picture... of my small feet..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243512613292075154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SMSy8MKN6JI/AAAAAAAAA58/H_lsFB_VLEI/s320/IMG_0156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I guess that's about it for tonight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night Canada and Good Morning Malaysia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-1944722139813070810?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/1944722139813070810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=1944722139813070810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/1944722139813070810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/1944722139813070810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2008/09/simon-fraser-university-burnaby.html' title='Simon Fraser University, Burnaby Mountain'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SMSyWZRLhnI/AAAAAAAAA4s/U41Elt_bSDg/s72-c/IMG_0143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-6020862395539971651</id><published>2008-09-06T15:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T16:22:42.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving up</title><content type='html'>Well, I guess home sickness is kicking in. I miss the hot weather of Malaysia. I miss my family. I miss going out every other night to have a teh o ais limau at the mamak for RM 1.20. Every thing is so friggin expensive here. A roti canai is about $3.50. You do the math. And it's not even freshly made, it's unfreezed!! Ishhh.... Most importantly, I miss the food a hell lot. People think it's "cool" I'm from Malaysia. Bleh... They don't know how politics work around there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, first week of class is over and yeah I've met some people. But... I'm not in the mood for anything. Not for studies even though I still attend the classes no matter how boring a 500-people lecture may be. Not for meeting with people.. Not even for partying... Something must be terribly wrong with me. Because this is definitely not the Sybil I thought I knew. I've lost interest in practically everything. Can I tell you what I do after my classes? When it's been sunny like how it's been these past few days, I sit or lay on the grass and read. It's not uncommon here but seriously... I'm alone like all the time because I think so much... I don't keep track of the conversations I have sometimes because I get lost in my own thoughts. When it rains, it's worse, because I'm fucking cold and I just spend my time in my room. It's not the university that's the problem or the people. It's just me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's these few songs I'm hooked on. It's so emo but so good. Like Maps by Yeah Yeah Yeahs and Drive My Soul by Lights. It portrays my mood I guess. I mean... Being alone is not all bad but I miss being able to talk to someone that knows what's already going on with what I'm going through. You can't expect me to talk to a stranger that doesn't know nuts about me. People think university is the time to party. If only they knew how fucking complicated life gets after that. You can't expect me to just call anyone back home and talk to them because then they will worry about me and bla bla bla... Jeez... If this is a test, I give up. I've never been one to give in but this time, I really do give up. I would trade almost anything for things to be back to normal. I would definitely trade anything to not be in the middle of all this. Any suggestions? Besides selling my soul to the devil...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-6020862395539971651?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/6020862395539971651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=6020862395539971651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/6020862395539971651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/6020862395539971651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2008/09/giving-up.html' title='Giving up'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-8548060259737794906</id><published>2008-08-25T10:31:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T12:01:57.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vancouver on a plate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SLIlLP_iPbI/AAAAAAAAA3s/r_omSL7EPPs/s1600-h/IMG_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238290191787113906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SLIlLP_iPbI/AAAAAAAAA3s/r_omSL7EPPs/s320/IMG_0032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238287699039016146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SLIi6JyE1NI/AAAAAAAAA3E/vuqr3xA98zg/s320/IMG_0033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SLIlLRCOROI/AAAAAAAAA30/7l5460bCafs/s1600-h/IMG_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238290192066823394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SLIlLRCOROI/AAAAAAAAA30/7l5460bCafs/s320/IMG_0034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seeing the sunset from the sky; literally - above Hong Kong. Kinda cool eh? I don't know why but looking at the sun always keeps me calm, like there's not a problem in the world to care about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My flight here was not the most comfortable but it had good service. I should have ordered more drinks. Hehehe... The last few days had some pretty weird events happen. I really don't know where I stand anymore. I don't know who to look to or who to blame... But whatever it is, he shouldn't have said nothing about something like this nor should she have just not done nothing. Hmm... life is so ironic and confusing and so full of shit most of the time. Anyway, let's see how Vancouver is like shall we? The food here is awesome! Malaysian food here sucks I hear but heck, the Greek, Vietnamese, Chinese and Taiwanese I've tried so far are awesome! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238295794247401298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SLIqRWyJ_1I/AAAAAAAAA38/spS-Qa8zCrc/s320/IMG_0093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238285842092203714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SLIhOEHdHsI/AAAAAAAAA28/tNj4EuHXy4I/s320/IMG_0095.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Over at a place called white spot, a Canadian western food outlet, we had the Monty Mushroom Burger and Fried Calamari. Pretty good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SLIgppSsQDI/AAAAAAAAA2U/b7xFfn2nZzA/s1600-h/IMG_0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238285216416284722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SLIgppSsQDI/AAAAAAAAA2U/b7xFfn2nZzA/s320/IMG_0071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had Greek food too. The picture above shows the lamb specialty at Stepho's Greek Taverno in downtown Vancouver. The plate has rice, patato and bread together with some vegetables and of course the lamb. How can one not be full?? I was stuffed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SLIi6bNmtkI/AAAAAAAAA3M/qxfG6NMz-Hs/s1600-h/IMG_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238287703717885506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SLIi6bNmtkI/AAAAAAAAA3M/qxfG6NMz-Hs/s320/IMG_0042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A little part somewhere near Granville. Sure to have lots of geese, swans, and ducks. looks pretty doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SLIi65nnAzI/AAAAAAAAA3U/5vcDtpJMHIQ/s1600-h/IMG_0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238287711880020786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SLIi65nnAzI/AAAAAAAAA3U/5vcDtpJMHIQ/s320/IMG_0048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This guy really cares for his owner. He's always with her and takes care of her. They even have dog parks here to let dog owners let their dogs loose to mingle with other dogs. So sweet looking at them meet their friends... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Granville Market, I think my whole family will buy everything here: cheese, bagels, cheese, pork, more cheese, more pork.....I'll get the berries and fruits. such a contra, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SLIi7O4ZFkI/AAAAAAAAA3c/jriyHwOy7z8/s1600-h/IMG_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238287717587555906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SLIi7O4ZFkI/AAAAAAAAA3c/jriyHwOy7z8/s320/IMG_0050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheese, Cheeeezzzzeeee, and more Chheeeeezzzzzzzzzeeeeeeeeee&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SLIi7SqTA2I/AAAAAAAAA3k/YBLm7-dH7wA/s1600-h/IMG_0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238287718602179426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SLIi7SqTA2I/AAAAAAAAA3k/YBLm7-dH7wA/s320/IMG_0051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All kind of bagels for you to choose from. and all the pasta to choose from... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SLIfc2lAfwI/AAAAAAAAA10/eA3HO5TjTLo/s1600-h/IMG_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238283897132842754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SLIfc2lAfwI/AAAAAAAAA10/eA3HO5TjTLo/s320/IMG_0052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SLIfdRtm76I/AAAAAAAAA18/fk1O-1yVPnA/s1600-h/IMG_0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238283904416673698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SLIfdRtm76I/AAAAAAAAA18/fk1O-1yVPnA/s320/IMG_0053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How can you not be tempted to buy em all? &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SLIfdjLJ5BI/AAAAAAAAA2E/DfYmlsu0awg/s1600-h/IMG_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238283909104002066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SLIfdjLJ5BI/AAAAAAAAA2E/DfYmlsu0awg/s320/IMG_0054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the fruits you'd wanna eat... Peaches, Oranges, Apples....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some nice random pictures here and there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SLIhN47XxtI/AAAAAAAAA20/se0Pyq4D0-Q/s1600-h/IMG_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238285839088731858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SLIhN47XxtI/AAAAAAAAA20/se0Pyq4D0-Q/s320/IMG_0077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture is in North Vancouver where the ferries are at that brings its passengers over to Nanaimo. The air is so clean it's unbelievable. So FRESH you can practically taste the air. Hahaha, sounds weird but you have to come here and see it, I mean, smell it for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SLIgpSJLTjI/AAAAAAAAA2M/_1w5Fok4TwE/s1600-h/IMG_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238285210202361394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SLIgpSJLTjI/AAAAAAAAA2M/_1w5Fok4TwE/s320/IMG_0062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Canadian emblem... The maple leaf. You can't really see it but I just thought it'd be a nice picture to take from the bottom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SLIgqfar-wI/AAAAAAAAA2k/WydxQTqFSJ4/s1600-h/IMG_0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238285230945336066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SLIgqfar-wI/AAAAAAAAA2k/WydxQTqFSJ4/s320/IMG_0088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And then of course, there's Lion's Gate Bridge that connects DownTown Vancouver with North Vancouver where all the rich people live at. The houses here are amazing. Houses here are like 8 million at least I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SLIgqz_euGI/AAAAAAAAA2s/dz2OHwL3eNk/s1600-h/IMG_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238285236468365410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SLIgqz_euGI/AAAAAAAAA2s/dz2OHwL3eNk/s320/IMG_0091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This funky building is a partial of the whole structure. It's the Vancouver Public Library. I swear I could live in this library. Sit there all day reading. It's so huge!!! And it's next to Chinatown which is pretty cool too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting a lil tired typing everything out. Will blog as often. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See ya!&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/168431435376733832-8548060259737794906?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/8548060259737794906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=8548060259737794906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/8548060259737794906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/8548060259737794906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2008/08/vancouver-on-plate.html' title='Vancouver on a plate'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SLIlLP_iPbI/AAAAAAAAA3s/r_omSL7EPPs/s72-c/IMG_0032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-7958305408238903612</id><published>2008-08-21T01:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T01:19:24.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>See you soon...</title><content type='html'>It's my last night in Malaysia this year. I'm gonna miss it like hell. It's funny that when I was younger, all I wanted to do was get out of this place. Now, I don't want to leave it. It's not the fact that I can't build another social life there. It's the fact that I can't rely on the very person I'm supposed to trust. Rushing to catch up with everyone this whole week only made me realise how much I'm going to miss this place; it's just too short a life to think you have more time because you never know. I know I have to go although I don't want to at all. But hey, it's not goodbye; it's see you soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-7958305408238903612?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/7958305408238903612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=7958305408238903612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/7958305408238903612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/7958305408238903612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2008/08/see-you-soon.html' title='See you soon...'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-2538608517242263809</id><published>2008-08-19T02:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T03:17:47.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK YOU!</title><content type='html'>I had a fucking good day; in fact, I had a fucking good week after a fucking long time. But you had to fuck it up. You didn't say anything. That's the problem. You shut your pie hole up that I had to hear it from a third person. Is that why I always used to get stared at by the family; your friends? Is that why WE got stared at? Because we were left in the dark that we had to guess why you left? How much pain do you want to cause me? All you ever did was hurt me more and more until there's nothing left. I am left bare and naked and ashamed of where I come from because your whole damn family is the same. I am so ashamed of my own family. If I ever had children in my life, I will never let them know about you - the fact that every damn person in this family only causes pain to everyone around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you so much that if I could, I would kill you and bring you back to life only to kill you again. That's how much you hurt me. All this time, I defended you. All this time, I thought they were wrong, but guess what? I'm the fool. I listened to you. I fucking believed in you. And now, I'm just shell-shocked. I can't believe everyone else knows besides us - the very people you should have told long ago. Even with me going over, you still didn't say anything. With me at 19-fucking-years old, you don't think I should know? Were you ever planning on telling us? I guess not. We fucking tolerated your rudeness. We fucking tolerated you. Yeah, sure you'll defend yourself by saying you financially aided us. I wish you didn't bother because I fucking don't anymore. I don't want your money. I don't want to have anything to do with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You asked me once whether you should just have left us without turning back. I wished you did. At least back then, I would have a reason to hate you and forget. Now, you just fucked things up so bad you don't even know. I wished you knew about this post, let alone this blog to ponder about why I choose to write it on the fucking world wide web. I was actually planning on posting something happy godamnit. The part where I'm actually back in communication with you. Let me tell you this, it was a fucking waste of yours and my time. You have no way around this. NO-FUCKING-WAY. That question your aunt asked me made me want to turn aroUnd and slap her for what she said. And the whole fucking night, she decides to spill your damn secret. I shouldn't be mad at her. She told me the fucking truth at least. You didn't. I hope you know I don't consider you anything but a fucking bastard that ruined all our lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-2538608517242263809?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/2538608517242263809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=2538608517242263809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/2538608517242263809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/2538608517242263809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2008/08/fuck-you.html' title='FUCK YOU!'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-4560755407352623380</id><published>2008-08-09T14:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T15:34:24.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truthful eyes</title><content type='html'>I can never get away with anything: my eyes give me away - that's a problem. Just by looking at your eyes, people already know if you're truthfully being happy or bluntly playing it out while crying your heart out within. I don't like being asked if I am "okay". Obviously, I am not. So, don't ask me if you already know the answer. Don't ask why because I'm not one to talk. I only observe reality pass me by because it's much more easier watching rather than living it. I get lost in a book because it takes me away. I'm not living my life - but a character's. I lose myself because it's unbearable. I'm so tired of pretending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-4560755407352623380?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/4560755407352623380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=4560755407352623380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/4560755407352623380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/4560755407352623380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2008/08/truthful-eyes.html' title='Truthful eyes'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-156460319855707255</id><published>2008-08-01T16:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T16:57:49.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skeletons in the cupboard</title><content type='html'>This past week has been pretty smooth, I suppose. Nothing thattt out of the ordinary. Except maybe for one thing. I’m supposed to be leaving in 3 weeks. My dad hasn’t said anything or replied my email. Hah! I think he’s teaching me a lesson?.. If he’s mad enough, I think he might have cancelled my flight all together. That wouldn’t be such a bad thing in a way because all I really want to do is get as far away from him as possible once I get there. So, not going at all may not be such a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s sad isn’t it? The fact that I don’t want to within at least a 500, 000 miles from my own father even though I only see him for about a month out of the 12 months in a year. Someone told me, “If you hate someone so much for so long, you end up not wanting to after a while.” Or something along those lines. Do I hate him? I honestly don’t know. I don’t have a proper reason to. He didn’t completely walk out. He just left. The skeletons in the cupboard are just too scary to go snooping around. I don’t want to know what happened. I don’t want to remember it. But that’s the problem maybe, how do you forget the past that made you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-156460319855707255?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/156460319855707255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=156460319855707255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/156460319855707255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/156460319855707255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2008/08/skeletons-in-cupboard.html' title='Skeletons in the cupboard'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-5392761476378263581</id><published>2008-07-24T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T23:45:46.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stars go blue...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Laughin' with your pretty mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Laughin' with your broken eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Laughin' with your lover's tongue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In a lullaby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People tell me that I have to be strong in times of crisis such as now. But I don’t know how to. What do you do when there is nothing you can do? Your judgement is impaired because you are bias – there’s no such thing as fairness. Things are not going to be alright. Why? It’s just my gut telling me all this isn’t going to be all “alright”, not anytime soon at least. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tell me I have to stay focused. “My future depends on it” All wonderful advice. But how can I just “shut it off”? When every night I go to sleep with tears staining the pillowcase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tell me to turn to God. All I do is give a sad smile and nod. My unanswered questions on religion and belief have already left me dazed: where do I turn to when I have turned my back on the belief I was brought up to believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Where do you go when you’re lonely?&lt;br /&gt;Where do you go you’re blue?&lt;br /&gt;Where do you go when you’re lonely?&lt;br /&gt;Where do you go when the stars go blue…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-5392761476378263581?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/5392761476378263581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=5392761476378263581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/5392761476378263581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/5392761476378263581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2008/07/stars-go-blue.html' title='Stars go blue...'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-3228230888567138710</id><published>2008-07-17T12:20:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T11:44:11.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Singapore met Malaysians...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SICiKG35U_I/AAAAAAAAA00/Gf8sy5IN3SQ/s1600-h/Singapore08%27+141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224353862277223410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SICiKG35U_I/AAAAAAAAA00/Gf8sy5IN3SQ/s400/Singapore08%27+141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like everywhere else that I go to, I take pictures of the sunset or sunrise or both of a certain angle that catches my eye. I wish I had a DSLR then to mess around with to get a mind-blowing picture... This time captured at Silosa Beach, Sentosa, Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July 10th&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it was yet another random trip... this time to Singapore as I have clearly been repeating myself. We took the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Aeroline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; bus down. We, as in, &lt;em&gt;(in alphabetical order) &lt;/em&gt;Delaine, Irene, Linda (Irene's mom) and me - Sybil. So off we went at 8 o'clock on the morning of July the 10th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SIAbIEyDQII/AAAAAAAAA0E/wHRasKYVjz4/s1600-h/Singapore08"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224205393286348930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SIAbIEyDQII/AAAAAAAAA0E/wHRasKYVjz4/s320/Singapore08%27+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; The journey from Menara Axis, Petaling Jaya to Vivo City, Singapore took roughly about 5 hours. And since we were all so hungry, we decided to head on over for lunch at Bakerzin. Apparently, it's closed down in Malaysia and 2 certain people had &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"tapas"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; written across their forehead. Needless to say that Bakerzin was the place to go. Some pictures of the food we ordered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SIAbIbFHSWI/AAAAAAAAA0M/75DZkSwQ4EE/s1600-h/Singapore08"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224205399271885154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SIAbIbFHSWI/AAAAAAAAA0M/75DZkSwQ4EE/s320/Singapore08%27+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SIAbIgQzXUI/AAAAAAAAA0U/zZAu0HMEyIg/s1600-h/Singapore08"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224205400663088450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SIAbIgQzXUI/AAAAAAAAA0U/zZAu0HMEyIg/s320/Singapore08%27+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SIAbJFF75CI/AAAAAAAAA0c/bH54jep7hrw/s1600-h/Singapore08"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224205410549621794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SIAbJFF75CI/AAAAAAAAA0c/bH54jep7hrw/s320/Singapore08%27+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SIAbJhTQreI/AAAAAAAAA0k/l9tSwc3rnCE/s1600-h/Singapore08"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224205418121702882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SIAbJhTQreI/AAAAAAAAA0k/l9tSwc3rnCE/s320/Singapore08%27+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And of course, the famous tapas...&lt;br /&gt;Strawberries covered oh-so-wholesomely with chocolate... mMmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SIAYMDhGeaI/AAAAAAAAAzc/OfuAmhJ7Swo/s1600-h/Singapore08"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224202163131414946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SIAYMDhGeaI/AAAAAAAAAzc/OfuAmhJ7Swo/s320/Singapore08%27+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; We took a stroll around Vivo City. The cruise boats dock over here too for their passengers to get off and shop before heading on their journey again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SIAYMu11AOI/AAAAAAAAAzk/hoB8pia4_aA/s1600-h/Singapore08"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224202174761074914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SIAYMu11AOI/AAAAAAAAAzk/hoB8pia4_aA/s320/Singapore08%27+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; We took 2 taxis to Aunty Helen and Selina place over at Jurong West. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Irene's aunt and cousin if youre wondering who they are...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SIAYNOfxMmI/AAAAAAAAAzs/LwYVSdBGqJY/s1600-h/Singapore08"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224202183258485346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SIAYNOfxMmI/AAAAAAAAAzs/LwYVSdBGqJY/s320/Singapore08%27+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; The view from our 12th floor suite. Oooh, and since it's a pretty old apartment, there's only 3 stops when you ride the escalator. The 1st floor where everyone gets in or out of, the 6th floor and the 11th floor. We had to walk up or down only 1 floor, Thank God. Can you imagine leaving on the 3rd floor?.. It doesn't matter if you go on up to the 6th floor or not. You still have to walk up or down 3 floors. Maybe that's why there aren't many fat people in Singapore as there are in Malaysia. But then again, it may also be due to their "Fat camp" regime. Hmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We went back to Vivo City for dinner at &lt;strong&gt;No Signboard Seafood&lt;/strong&gt;. To tell you the truth, we came back to Vivo City everyday we were there. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224178676854010322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SIAC0-UNsdI/AAAAAAAAAw8/40SZPQypYHE/s320/Singapore08%27+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Anyway, this No signboard Seafood place apparently started off as one of those hawker stalls along the road; therefore, there wasn't a signboard on this stall. And ever since accomplishing the life-long- dream of making it this big and even starting a chain of its kind, it's still, No Signboard Seafood. Funny yet true. Dinner was on Selina 's friend, Victor. A very expensive dinner that was. I think over $400?.. Convert that to RM and you'll see what I mean. But the thing was, there wasn't much time to take pictures of the food either...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SIAYN3HesII/AAAAAAAAAz0/KwAKagDylGs/s1600-h/Singapore08"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224202194162462850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SIAYN3HesII/AAAAAAAAAz0/KwAKagDylGs/s320/Singapore08%27+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SIAYOF80ctI/AAAAAAAAAz8/kxsyE0L-5yI/s1600-h/Singapore08"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224202198144283346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SIAYOF80ctI/AAAAAAAAAz8/kxsyE0L-5yI/s320/Singapore08%27+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Pretty grand, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SIAUY0mpTLI/AAAAAAAAAy0/agUaxPp9NEA/s1600-h/Singapore08"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224197984419925170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SIAUY0mpTLI/AAAAAAAAAy0/agUaxPp9NEA/s320/Singapore08%27+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What's a holiday without having fun? So, off we went to Clarke Quay which is a lil' something like Heritage Row back in KL, with a lil difference here and there. Namely, how classy Clarke Quay is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SIAUaigwYbI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MSYJFxLE8j0/s1600-h/Singapore08"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224198013923123634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SIAUaigwYbI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MSYJFxLE8j0/s320/Singapore08%27+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Clinic is one of those chill out places with a lil twist. You literally hang out at the clinic inclusive of wheelchairs, alcohol in those drip bags patients in hospitals carry around and other clinic-like stuff...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224223779294771826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SIAr2SADenI/AAAAAAAAA0s/RvU2pzBnSpA/s320/Singapore08%27+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The 2 kiddos trying to manouvere the wheelchairs but &lt;strong&gt;FAILED&lt;/strong&gt;. It takes practice. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SIAUa_8Qe-I/AAAAAAAAAzE/4KHNw0ZpgDo/s1600-h/Singapore08"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224198021823101922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SIAUa_8Qe-I/AAAAAAAAAzE/4KHNw0ZpgDo/s320/Singapore08%27+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We went to Arena. Half way throughthe night, we had a band come out to sing. They were goood. Seriously. We came home about 4 and crashed! That was how our sleeping timetable was like for all 3 nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;July 11th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We woke up about 11, got ready and took the bus down to the famous Orchard Road...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SIAUb_DGAdI/AAAAAAAAAzU/GybOcC6fr5E/s1600-h/Singapore08"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224198038763209170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SIAUb_DGAdI/AAAAAAAAAzU/GybOcC6fr5E/s320/Singapore08%27+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SIAJwLaqazI/AAAAAAAAAyM/xTTu9EOgJSg/s1600-h/Singapore08"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224186291052768050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SIAJwLaqazI/AAAAAAAAAyM/xTTu9EOgJSg/s320/Singapore08%27+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Underneath some cone structure thingy, I thought it looked cool behind the camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SIAJwofvzrI/AAAAAAAAAyU/q6S7wxVH76o/s1600-h/Singapore08"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224186298858720946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SIAJwofvzrI/AAAAAAAAAyU/q6S7wxVH76o/s320/Singapore08%27+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think everyone in Singapore has a Crumpler because everywhere I turn, there's a dude or dudette carrying one. Either as just a normal bag or as their laptop bags. The bags are cool but maybe out of my budget now =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SIAJw8QkHWI/AAAAAAAAAyc/xasPt1BVsqg/s1600-h/Singapore08"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224186304163749218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SIAJw8QkHWI/AAAAAAAAAyc/xasPt1BVsqg/s320/Singapore08%27+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You know what's a major difference between Malaysia and Singapore? Singaporeans actually &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DEPEND&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on the public transportation. There is no such thing as just buying a car there and using it. You have to go through so much shit - namely the driving test which just about everyone fails - and not to mention the amount of money you have to spend to firstly buy a car, then sky-high road taxes, and some certificate thingy worth $15, 000 just to OWN a car. So, basically, you're fcking rich to be owning a car in Singapore. But the Singapore government actually cares about its people. The transportation system is so efficient, you dont need a car. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224183279383173522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SIAHA4ErWZI/AAAAAAAAAx0/BoBgjGATIFA/s320/Singapore08%27+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This board thing tells us the timing of the arriving buses. And this is just in a bus STOP, not a bus station. So, just say you see the bus you want to get in is full, you can check out how long the next bus is going to be and wait or, if it's gonna take a helluva long time, you have no choice but to ram your way in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SIAJxXKjTII/AAAAAAAAAyk/NjQzxfVH-wY/s1600-h/Singapore08"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224186311386287234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SIAJxXKjTII/AAAAAAAAAyk/NjQzxfVH-wY/s320/Singapore08%27+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"The Pavillion" of Singapore. The place where rich-ass people go to buy their Louis Vuitton, Burberry, Chanel and all those overly-expensive, bodyguarded-places...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SIAJx6pK9dI/AAAAAAAAAys/v4N90toAkGM/s1600-h/Singapore08"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224186320909956562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SIAJx6pK9dI/AAAAAAAAAys/v4N90toAkGM/s320/Singapore08%27+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; You see quite a few disabled people along the streets, but none begging for money. They either sing or play an instrument or sing and play and instrument to get tips off paedestrians, mainly tourists. At least they are doing something I guess instead of just begging for money. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SIAG7bbEBkI/AAAAAAAAAxk/8aktfZPGxKc/s1600-h/Singapore08"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224183185793091138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SIAG7bbEBkI/AAAAAAAAAxk/8aktfZPGxKc/s320/Singapore08%27+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I hope you guys get this joke... especially the GUYS. if you don't, then youre NOT man enough! Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SIAHAdhLsxI/AAAAAAAAAxs/6WyB_hV8ll4/s1600-h/Singapore08"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224183272254976786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SIAHAdhLsxI/AAAAAAAAAxs/6WyB_hV8ll4/s320/Singapore08%27+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; There's one of these Old Chang Kee's like at every corner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SIAHBSmDQAI/AAAAAAAAAx8/iWE4YAaA5yo/s1600-h/Singapore08"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224183286502473730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SIAHBSmDQAI/AAAAAAAAAx8/iWE4YAaA5yo/s320/Singapore08%27+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; So, after walking and walking and occassionally buying stuff, we headed on home because Snow City and the rest of the agenda on our list got striked off since it was pretty late. We bought durian and mangosteens on the way home. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SIAHBkZkM8I/AAAAAAAAAyE/JQRmPVHnHcw/s1600-h/Singapore08"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224183291281945538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SIAHBkZkM8I/AAAAAAAAAyE/JQRmPVHnHcw/s320/Singapore08%27+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One of the neighbours grew this plant. I thought it was really prettyyy...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224169467280612130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SH_6c5-z2yI/AAAAAAAAAvE/p12UXJt8BeE/s320/Singapore08%27+157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clock striked 10 and we were on our 2nd night escapade and yet again at none other, Vivo City. We went to St. James' Power house this time which is supposedly where all the Singaporeans go to club now. Apparently, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*in bitch mode*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;"Clarke Quay was like sooo yesterday"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SIAC1vfDKaI/AAAAAAAAAxE/_puyzIImB50/s1600-h/Singapore08"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224178690052794786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SIAC1vfDKaI/AAAAAAAAAxE/_puyzIImB50/s320/Singapore08%27+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Doesn't look like a club-looking sorta place does it? There's like 5 clubs or so in total. You pay a one time $15 cover charge to enter all the clubs there. It's all connected so we walked through the whole building. Quite a cool concept, don't you think? Just chill out in whichever club you like depending on your mood whether it's Latino, Retro, Trance, R%B, China-funk and even if none of these appetize you, just go on upstairs to sing your heart out through the karaoke box. You'll never find me there that's for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SIAC18WaLsI/AAAAAAAAAxM/fUVXZhJXsMg/s1600-h/Singapore08"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224178693506215618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SIAC18WaLsI/AAAAAAAAAxM/fUVXZhJXsMg/s320/Singapore08%27+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Question: Do these stuff hanging on top on one of the clubs look like condoms to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SIAC2Z527_I/AAAAAAAAAxU/BLhQ_bndRuw/s1600-h/Singapore08"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224178701439528946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SIAC2Z527_I/AAAAAAAAAxU/BLhQ_bndRuw/s320/Singapore08%27+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; What's a night out without some supper? All that dancing worked up a sweat okay! We deserve to enjoy the food at Ah Wok which is the only restaurant over at St. James. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SIAC2g39L0I/AAAAAAAAAxc/0hBWw5eC2B0/s1600-h/Singapore08"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224178703310597954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SIAC2g39L0I/AAAAAAAAAxc/0hBWw5eC2B0/s320/Singapore08%27+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;July 12th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Woke up about 11, took the bus down to Chinese Garden MRT station, changed trains over at Outram Park and got off at Harbour Front or something like that. We were heading towards Sentosa. Again, the train that takes us straight into Sentosa is at Vivo City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SH__nMXWwbI/AAAAAAAAAwU/SN7_LmPct_k/s1600-h/Singapore08"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224175141572231602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SH__nMXWwbI/AAAAAAAAAwU/SN7_LmPct_k/s320/Singapore08%27+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SH__nsMFY_I/AAAAAAAAAwc/fqgi3yeM_LQ/s1600-h/Singapore08"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224175150114890738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SH__nsMFY_I/AAAAAAAAAwc/fqgi3yeM_LQ/s320/Singapore08%27+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SH__oEaz9yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/7eZRd6s2TIE/s1600-h/Singapore08"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224175156619114274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SH__oEaz9yI/AAAAAAAAAwk/7eZRd6s2TIE/s320/Singapore08%27+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Okay, there's a reason why I put this picture on. Singaporeans so need to chill. Everything is fcking fast. They practically push you out of the train. They walk helluva fast as you can see from above. I couldnt even take a proper picture because they walked so bloody fast. Even their escalators are so fast that before you can step on properly, you're already moving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Take a chill pill, man..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SH__oXiZCHI/AAAAAAAAAws/d8O7PdHxZ5M/s1600-h/Singapore08"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224175161751177330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SH__oXiZCHI/AAAAAAAAAws/d8O7PdHxZ5M/s320/Singapore08%27+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SH__o81ACAI/AAAAAAAAAw0/UyFsmqZotBo/s1600-h/Singapore08"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224175171761342466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SH__o81ACAI/AAAAAAAAAw0/UyFsmqZotBo/s320/Singapore08%27+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are 2 new casinos coming up in Singapore. This one over here is by the Lim Goh Thong Enterprise aka the founder of Genting Highlands. It's just outside Sentosa. I hear to even enter the casinos, you have a put a deposit of $1000 chips whether youre playing or not. It's to curb those who have a gambling problem. Another funny thing I heard was that if a man's wife thinks her husband has a gambling problem, all she has to do is call the police or some specialised group like the AA or something and the casinos will be notified of his name and he'll never even have a whiff of the air within the money-whirled casino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224169478637968338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SH_6dkSnW9I/AAAAAAAAAvU/EvKCHxYIJEc/s320/Singapore08%27+142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The train that takes us in to Sentosa has only 3 stops. We got off the first stop and we took a walk up the hill. We see the famous Merlion here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SH_8pcYmvZI/AAAAAAAAAvs/mN9_3SrvisM/s1600-h/Singapore08"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224171881697295762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SH_8pcYmvZI/AAAAAAAAAvs/mN9_3SrvisM/s320/Singapore08%27+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; We went on this Luge ride over there. It's built like a Go-Kart but there's no engine, no throttle, no brakes. Whoops! Haha! There are brakes of course. But you have to pull up the lever to stop and let it go to go faster. Were travelling down hill so it's really fast once you let it go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LUGE UNITE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SH_8p5pz1EI/AAAAAAAAAv0/FleGSXZS3DQ/s1600-h/Singapore08"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224171889554084930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SH_8p5pz1EI/AAAAAAAAAv0/FleGSXZS3DQ/s320/Singapore08%27+096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SH_8qBs0yfI/AAAAAAAAAv8/7wbNS-m0JHk/s1600-h/Singapore08"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224171891714214386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SH_8qBs0yfI/AAAAAAAAAv8/7wbNS-m0JHk/s320/Singapore08%27+108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After a stop at Coffee Bean, he went to Siloso Beach. There we met 2 lil friends: Adrian and Kiyana, at least that's how their names sound like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SH_8q_CknqI/AAAAAAAAAwE/galGMU90-DE/s1600-h/Singapore08"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224171908179992226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SH_8q_CknqI/AAAAAAAAAwE/galGMU90-DE/s320/Singapore08%27+125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SH_8rHrIAII/AAAAAAAAAwM/Xk1aChrKza4/s1600-h/Singapore08"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224171910497566850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SH_8rHrIAII/AAAAAAAAAwM/Xk1aChrKza4/s320/Singapore08%27+136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Adrian. He's a 3 and a half year old Swiss boy. Adorable lil blue eyed blonde boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224169488042171298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SH_6eHUwG6I/AAAAAAAAAvc/-Jfb7kXgcbQ/s320/Singapore08%27+137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Kiyana. She's a 1 and half year old Irish kiddo that lives in Singapore now with her parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is just too many things to do in Sentosa. You need more than a day there to really check things out. Compared to what you can do there, we did like nothing! On the way home after dinner, we stopped to buy durians again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224169476320938962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SH_6dbqMS9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/wk8x32Rk5tE/s320/Singapore08%27+150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Our third night out comprised only of the 3 &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cikus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Hehe, we met up with Delaine's friend, John. He's a really nice dude. He works for Singapore Airlines as a Steward. He gets to travel so much Places like Paris, Adelaide, Vancouver... I have no idea how much of picture-taking and sightseeing I'll be doing if I became a stewardess. It would be fun.... with the exception of being called into the pilot's bedroom.. But jokes aside, it'd be cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SH7KoELMCaI/AAAAAAAAAuk/wwDY9aXJ7U0/s1600-h/Singapore08"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223835407460600226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SH7KoELMCaI/AAAAAAAAAuk/wwDY9aXJ7U0/s320/Singapore08%27+153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; It was retro all the way that night. Ministry of Sound is awesome. I liked that place.I have to check out the one in Sunway soon. Even the floors there were so retro looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SH7KouDtcyI/AAAAAAAAAus/lq328IPCGmI/s1600-h/Singapore08"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223835418703524642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SH7KouDtcyI/AAAAAAAAAus/lq328IPCGmI/s320/Singapore08%27+155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; missboobsie and miss"Sal-Man-Kee"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July 13th&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like every dream, this holiday too must come to an end. We took 2 taxis to Vivo City, had lunch at Carl's Junior and headed over to the bus stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SH7KpKm0SDI/AAAAAAAAAu0/zLceKB_jRLE/s1600-h/Singapore08"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223835426366965810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SH7KpKm0SDI/AAAAAAAAAu0/zLceKB_jRLE/s320/Singapore08%27+159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SH7KpbVPNKI/AAAAAAAAAu8/5p0IO3LoaPE/s1600-h/Singapore08"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223835430856635554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SH7KpbVPNKI/AAAAAAAAAu8/5p0IO3LoaPE/s320/Singapore08%27+161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope to come back real soon. Singapore is such a nice place. Anyone wanna take me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-3228230888567138710?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/3228230888567138710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=3228230888567138710' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/3228230888567138710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/3228230888567138710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-singapore-met-malaysians.html' title='When Singapore met Malaysians...'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SICiKG35U_I/AAAAAAAAA00/Gf8sy5IN3SQ/s72-c/Singapore08%27+141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-5051931505986704966</id><published>2008-07-07T00:39:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T12:46:22.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Port Dickson Roadtrip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The conversation started something like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sybil: Eh, let's go stay in some hotel in KL since we can't holiday so far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;irene: Where la? To tell you the truth, I'm damn sick of planning. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(she makes me plan even though I'm the one working and she on holiday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;sybil: Ooiiii! I'm working la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;irene: I don't want to plan. People all don't get back to me and all. Damn frustrating la. Thank you again for volunteering. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;sybil: Ok, fine. But you have to call them? And let me know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;irene: Fine... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, from a hotel stay in KL, we ended up picking Port Dickson since it was the nearest beach which we all could come back on the same day. Let's take a look at all the eager faces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219948696134796226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SHD7rsLgw8I/AAAAAAAAAuM/sw4sdZtjtC4/s320/PDtrip+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;missirene on the phone while driving? Kids, please don't follow her example...Were all so lucky to be alive. Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SHD7tPNx6OI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Wn5ZdbCV0BA/s1600-h/PDtrip+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219948722719418594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SHD7tPNx6OI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Wn5ZdbCV0BA/s320/PDtrip+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; missdeetan all ready for the beach. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SHD678uxj4I/AAAAAAAAAtk/eVKrGbXG-jU/s1600-h/PDtrip+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219947875943944066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SHD678uxj4I/AAAAAAAAAtk/eVKrGbXG-jU/s320/PDtrip+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; missmarcia busy letting her boyfriend know &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; to disturb her while she is on her holiday. She looks more ready to hit the gym rather than the beach though. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SHD68Dlca1I/AAAAAAAAAts/X12FtT8teeE/s1600-h/PDtrip+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219947877783858002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SHD68Dlca1I/AAAAAAAAAts/X12FtT8teeE/s320/PDtrip+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Traffic was on our side in the morning. Though it wasn't as free as this on the way back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SHD69Ck6mbI/AAAAAAAAAt0/AuJ0INOFG3k/s1600-h/PDtrip+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219947894693075378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SHD69Ck6mbI/AAAAAAAAAt0/AuJ0INOFG3k/s320/PDtrip+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know... Were a bunch of pigs, aren't we? I didn't have much time to take pictures of the food that arrived. We just attacked it... It took us another hour to find this place ok!! So, you could say each of us could eat an elephant &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(if it was in the area).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219946553956561666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SHD5u_8a8wI/AAAAAAAAAtU/7iijip651lA/s320/PDtrip+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SHD69zjUzfI/AAAAAAAAAt8/VTgo9bdxx2s/s1600-h/PDtrip+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219947907839741426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SHD69zjUzfI/AAAAAAAAAt8/VTgo9bdxx2s/s320/PDtrip+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Welcome to Guoman Beach Resort. Ok. Here's the thing. We didnt make any reservations anywhere since we weren't going to stay over, duh! So, we came up with the bright idea of just walking into the nearest one and practically owning it. HAHA. We walked in as if we were going to check in, went straight to the beach and started enjoying ourselves.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219946531456799330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SHD5tsID0mI/AAAAAAAAAs8/21SpBrpTBmQ/s320/PDtrip+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;missdeetan became restless and started showing off her &lt;em&gt;*ahem*&lt;/em&gt; skills and being proud of it as you all can see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219945181821646146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SHD4fIV9tUI/AAAAAAAAAsk/ZqQhY13Kw7A/s320/PDtrip+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say, missirene became jealous and wanted to show off her own skills. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Psst! it's supposedly in a straight line...Hahaha)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219945172455674066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SHD4elc8UNI/AAAAAAAAAsc/trVdSuD3O_c/s320/PDtrip+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So, missdeetan became creative by giving her poses. She won hands down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Sorry Irene, but she did. You can always think yourself as the winner though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SHD6-jPAvLI/AAAAAAAAAuE/Aeb2h2-sZI8/s1600-h/PDtrip+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219947920639442098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SHD6-jPAvLI/AAAAAAAAAuE/Aeb2h2-sZI8/s320/PDtrip+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are not marbles or stones. Those are crabs! Little tiny ones. And there were thousands of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm lazy to write now. So let your imaginations roll...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/s: Due to blackmailing, I am not allowed to upload certain pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh well, have fun imagining what happened people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SHD5uFCFUeI/AAAAAAAAAtE/Fiw1Bs-J71s/s1600-h/PDtrip+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219946538142618082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SHD5uFCFUeI/AAAAAAAAAtE/Fiw1Bs-J71s/s320/PDtrip+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SHD5uYIj-LI/AAAAAAAAAtM/HvYBPGjRDnU/s1600-h/PDtrip+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219946543270066354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SHD5uYIj-LI/AAAAAAAAAtM/HvYBPGjRDnU/s320/PDtrip+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SHD5vbsevkI/AAAAAAAAAtc/9zzqtRMZjhg/s1600-h/PDtrip+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219946561405894210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SHD5vbsevkI/AAAAAAAAAtc/9zzqtRMZjhg/s320/PDtrip+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SHD4fhoTa2I/AAAAAAAAAss/lIgzUkWiJsw/s1600-h/PDtrip+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219945188609452898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SHD4fhoTa2I/AAAAAAAAAss/lIgzUkWiJsw/s320/PDtrip+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh yeah... Because missdeetan wanted to swim, we walked back to the hotel and just jumped in. We owned that place that day. We were asked which room number we stayed in by one of the workers there and missdeetan crapped up some story about us waiting for more friends to come before we checked in. That made him leave. We weren't disturbed after that. Hehe. We walked out of there with one of us &lt;em&gt;supposedly&lt;/em&gt; talking really loudly on the phone pretending to ask where our "other friends" were at and &lt;em&gt;supposedly&lt;/em&gt; there were lost and we went to go find them. We walked out of there, got in the car and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whoosh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, we were on our way home to the flashy lights of Kuala Lumpur. &lt;em&gt;Woot! another one for the books yo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's check out the after-faces, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SHD2oJgrYWI/AAAAAAAAArs/Gt1ExrqsNTQ/s1600-h/PDtrip+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219943137730584930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SHD2oJgrYWI/AAAAAAAAArs/Gt1ExrqsNTQ/s320/PDtrip+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; missdeetan french-ing her lollipop. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219957831473157426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SHED_b951TI/AAAAAAAAAuc/fexCGwDlxiQ/s320/PDtrip+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;missmarcia is ... stoning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219943151740112530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SHD2o9szzpI/AAAAAAAAAr8/3m6mCMf38cI/s320/PDtrip+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And missirene looking pretty stoned as well... Hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The trip was something we all needed. I know I needed it. I just needed to get away from the city, work and everything. Thank you girls for making it a wonderful trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-5051931505986704966?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/5051931505986704966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=5051931505986704966' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/5051931505986704966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/5051931505986704966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2008/07/port-dickson-roadtrip.html' title='Port Dickson Roadtrip'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SHD7rsLgw8I/AAAAAAAAAuM/sw4sdZtjtC4/s72-c/PDtrip+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-798550405049076036</id><published>2008-07-04T02:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T14:26:13.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing in the rain</title><content type='html'>It's been gloomy and grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And only &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; song comforts me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guns 'N Roses - November Rain and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't give a flying fck it's July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I can see a love restrained&lt;br /&gt;But darlin' when I hold you&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know I feel the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' lasts forever&lt;br /&gt;And we both know hearts can change&lt;br /&gt;And it's hard to hold a candle In the cold November rain&lt;br /&gt;We've been through this such a long long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just tryin' to kill the pain&lt;br /&gt;But lovers always come and lovers always go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no one's really sure who's lettin' go today&lt;br /&gt;Walking away&lt;br /&gt;If we could take the time to lay it on the line&lt;br /&gt;I could rest my head&lt;br /&gt;Just knowin' that you were mine&lt;br /&gt;All mine&lt;br /&gt;So if you want to love me then darlin' don't refrain&lt;br /&gt;Or I'll just end up walkin'&lt;br /&gt;In the cold November rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you need some time...on your own&lt;br /&gt;Do you need some time...all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everybody&lt;/strong&gt; needs some time... on their own&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know you need some time...all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's hard to keep an open heart&lt;br /&gt;When even friends seem out to harm you&lt;br /&gt;But if you could heal a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't time be out to charm you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I need some time...on my own&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I need some time...all alone&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs some time... on their own&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know you need some time...all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when your fears subside&lt;br /&gt;And shadows still remain I know that you can love me&lt;br /&gt;When there's no one left to blame&lt;br /&gt;So never mind the darkness&lt;br /&gt;We still can find a way&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' lasts forever&lt;br /&gt;Even cold November rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ya think that you need somebody&lt;br /&gt;Don't ya think that you need someone&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs somebody&lt;br /&gt;You're not the only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're not the only one &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-798550405049076036?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/798550405049076036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=798550405049076036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/798550405049076036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/798550405049076036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2008/07/reminiscing-in-rain.html' title='Reminiscing in the rain'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-8709572522718922896</id><published>2008-07-03T23:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T02:45:44.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridging the gaps</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SGzvNv3qF2I/AAAAAAAAArU/WcbKK5Yay_I/s1600-h/DSCF1413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218809087682811746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SGzvNv3qF2I/AAAAAAAAArU/WcbKK5Yay_I/s320/DSCF1413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sarat and I went to watch &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Get Smart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday. Very funny movie. It was good catching up with her. Our outings are really about the same. We meet up at the usual corner at MPH in between the sci-fi section and the literary fiction section. We just love to go there but everytime we do, we sorta have this adrenaline rush to buy so many books we think will be good to read. Problem is, we don't have all that much to spend on books especially when each book costs at least RM 35. How the hell is the government going to encourage more people to read when one book costs a whole week's worth of lunch? (That is if we spend only rm 5 on lunch!) Pfft....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Running around with a watermelon (Sarat's mom made her buy it) and a hair-dye kit (My grandmother made me buy it), we decided to sit some where instead while waiting for Sarat's mom to call. With Sarat being all cautious about the watermelon, we headed over to the Garden's where they had big comfy chairs in the middle of just about anywhere so the watermelon could have a nice sit without being damaged. Looking up, we saw bridges on all levels connecting the left and right side of the floor.It takes I guess half a minute tops to go across if there weren't any bridges but hey, it's all about the "creative-ness" isn't it? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Talk about being lazy...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Anyway, it looked cool looking up. As you can see the picture above. The bridges are a lil transparent so we could see people walking across it. Just a lil more transparent and let me tell you girls that it ain't such a good idea wearing skirts and walking across those bridges to take that half a minute short cut. If you know what I mean...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back at Sarat's place, we were youtubing some cool dances. I love Youtube. I don't know what I'd do without it especially at work. Well, technically, I am supposed to be "working" but I need to stay the hell awake. &lt;strong&gt;And I do work !..&lt;/strong&gt; Youtube really does "bridge" all our worlds together. Just take a video of something whacky, stupid, funny and hopefully worth wasting my time to, from any part of the world - with internet connection of course - load it up and hey! I can watch it without moving my ass from this computer screen. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Talk about bridging the gaps...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-8709572522718922896?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/8709572522718922896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=8709572522718922896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/8709572522718922896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/8709572522718922896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2008/07/bridging-gaps.html' title='Bridging the gaps'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SGzvNv3qF2I/AAAAAAAAArU/WcbKK5Yay_I/s72-c/DSCF1413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-5662681025322976037</id><published>2008-07-02T01:21:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T01:38:06.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Canada, here I come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's final. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets are booked.&lt;br /&gt;I'm set to leave on the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;21st of August 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at 9.45 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Permanenet Residence in the province of British Columbia, Canada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.... I guess I'm looking forward to going to Canada. But I have so many ties back here. I'm gonna miss my random moments in Malaysia. It's been my home for the past 17 years of my life and it'll always be my home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Cause of I'm leaving on a jet plane...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't know when I'll be back again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-5662681025322976037?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/5662681025322976037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=5662681025322976037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/5662681025322976037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/5662681025322976037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2008/07/canada-here-i-come.html' title='Canada, here I come!'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-7611910736373018420</id><published>2008-06-29T02:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T02:59:15.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes, I knowwww I'm a damn lazy blogger - not just a lazy blogger - but a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DAMNNNN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; lazy blogger. I promise when people get back to me with photos, I'll update on the happenings that's been well, happening... Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from a bbq with family friends at SS3.. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The place that I came from y'all.&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;.I miss ss3 like crazy especially because everything would be so much more easier and NEARER. I met up with Jerrie and Jay. My brothers whooped them at Dota. Woot! =)Highlights.... I think older guys know how to treat ladies. I think I'm capable of falling for older guys more easily compared to the ones about my age. HAHA... But of course, anything goes when your sloshed so we may never really know what's real and what's not when youre in that state of mind. More of that for another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sleepy, I think I need like a whole week's worth of sleep. Finally, I'm actually feeling sleepy. I've not been sleeping exactly that well for some time and it's fucking depressing the shit out of me because I've been so friggin' emotional these past few days. I hope it's not PMS.  I want my usual PMS signs. It's so much more fun and satisfying ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-7611910736373018420?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/7611910736373018420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=7611910736373018420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/7611910736373018420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/7611910736373018420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2008/06/yes-i-knowwww-im-damn-lazy-blogger-not.html' title=''/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-669872334260692587</id><published>2008-06-17T01:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T19:00:58.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cili Terbang</title><content type='html'>The past 2 weeks just &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;wheezzzeed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by like a blurr, but thanks to my camera, I can sorta remember the lil bits here and there. I took Monday off to settle the visa thing at the High Commission of Canada in KL. But it wasn't exactly settled. It became a lil more complicated and I have to go back next Wednesday. Mr. BuffSean was hungry &lt;em&gt;(when is my brother NOT hungry?)&lt;/em&gt; so we went to our one and only &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;CILI TERBANG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (which means "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;flying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; chilli") place. It's actually the chilli-style pan mee. The reason why we call it Cili Terbang is because the last time we brought my grandmother's elder sister from Australia there she called it that and for a moment all of us were wondering, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why in the world is she calling this CILI TERBANG?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; So, she explained that when you lift the chilli up from the bottle, and when the wind blows, the chilli &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"flies"!...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; HAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212530485434781218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SFag2_08DiI/AAAAAAAAApc/Ku3c8NLcsNE/s320/ciliterbang+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The "Flying" Chilli&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212530460791127106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SFag1kBbvEI/AAAAAAAAApE/ET4IDXCmvWY/s320/ciliterbang+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Pan Mee you get before you add in as much chilli as you want =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212530470529026034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SFag2ITIR_I/AAAAAAAAApM/AvSPw2LVY4c/s320/ciliterbang+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I can't live a day without chilli so you can imagine how much I put in there. See how &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;red&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it is now? And now, they have chilli padi for you too!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Syok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-ness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So that was lunch.... I went to the pet shop and I saw the maid taking this fella for a walk. He is so adorable. The kind you want to kidcap and take home. Hehe, but I've always preferred big dogs. Like a Malamute or a St. Bernard or a Bull Mastiff.... I would just loveeeee to have one. Small dogs can become annoying. Like those Paris Hilton ones people seem to lug around nowadays... They look ugly and their barking is so annoying. Like a cross between a squeak and a high-pitched yelp. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SFaiHoMy-dI/AAAAAAAAAps/JDk2PccGmtY/s1600-h/barcelona1+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212531870661802450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SFaiHoMy-dI/AAAAAAAAAps/JDk2PccGmtY/s320/barcelona1+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If he were my dog, I'd name him Gizmo... Hehe...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212530490787703442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SFag3TxLKpI/AAAAAAAAApk/mjy9Bsogs4s/s320/barcelona1+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This one was up for adoption. He looks like he's gonna piss in his pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(if he wore pants, that is) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212530479856940226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SFag2rDE9MI/AAAAAAAAApU/iWhpBa2vWSE/s320/ciliterbang+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-669872334260692587?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/669872334260692587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=669872334260692587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/669872334260692587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/669872334260692587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2008/06/cili-terbang.html' title='Cili Terbang'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SFag2_08DiI/AAAAAAAAApc/Ku3c8NLcsNE/s72-c/ciliterbang+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168431435376733832.post-2138323154963307895</id><published>2008-06-10T23:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T02:53:34.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wedding bells for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SE6o5MhBOJI/AAAAAAAAAoc/VtGpF2J-djk/s1600-h/ivanwedding+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210287519479969938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SE6o5MhBOJI/AAAAAAAAAoc/VtGpF2J-djk/s320/ivanwedding+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's that time of year again when everyone is all jolly to have free booze and food; technically, it's not exactically free since we were invited for the "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;special event&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;", we are royally &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-ed. Hehe.. It was Ivan and Eina's wedding lunch last Saturday. Ivan being my 2nd uncle I think?.. since he's my dad's cousin. It was held at Marco Polo, Wisma Lim Foo Yong, Kayyy eLLeee bayybehh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SE6o5gvCIWI/AAAAAAAAAok/-uYDroJzmSg/s1600-h/ivanwedding+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210287524907458914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SE6o5gvCIWI/AAAAAAAAAok/-uYDroJzmSg/s320/ivanwedding+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That is Sei Sam and her elder sister. I really &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tapek&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;*salute*&lt;/em&gt; ladies like Sei Sam that really bother to take care about their youthfull-ness and all that. She is sooooo slim. and hot looking. She's like in her 60s i think and she can pass for a 40 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210283408766752802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SE6lJ66nWCI/AAAAAAAAAnk/LsZD86rGC-A/s320/ivanwedding+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Being Malaysians, nothing goes on schedule. It was full house about 1 i guess when it was written 12 o clock on the wedding invitation card. But even though it's full house, the lunch did not start until like 1.30. You have no idea how hungry I was. And having to put that smile on because it's all family members which I normally see once a year was pretty hard work! I didn't have anything before I left the house. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeahhh.... I know... My fault I'm late but I was early for the lunch wasn't I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Starting late may be one thing but to get the lunch even started, restaurants have this thing of having a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; before they serve the food! We had to watch them walk around the hall and then stand on stage with the chef tossing some high-ass flames supposedly to awe us but I was too damn concerned about the growling my stomach was giving to care. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah, you probably won't wanna mess with me when I'm hungry. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SE6o6XQkdCI/AAAAAAAAAo0/BSZLSrRmsFM/s1600-h/ivanwedding+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210287539543634978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SE6o6XQkdCI/AAAAAAAAAo0/BSZLSrRmsFM/s320/ivanwedding+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Yvonne, my dad's other cousin and her boyfriend, Danny. They've been together for over 2 years and this was the first time I met him. I thinkkkk she's taller than him -she is pretty tall for a girl anyway - but they look good together :) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210287532438872786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SE6o58yqYtI/AAAAAAAAAos/W5YLKcU3OkE/s320/ivanwedding+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;They passed small lil book marks like this on every plate on the tables. I got this one. I think it is so cute!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210283400348407970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SE6lJbjhmKI/AAAAAAAAAnc/qRKuFtWd1K4/s320/ivanwedding+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ivan giving his speech...with his wife always by his side. *All together now - Awwwww*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SE6mxt4317I/AAAAAAAAAn0/01lOinzysaU/s1600-h/ivanwedding+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210285191976179634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SE6mxt4317I/AAAAAAAAAn0/01lOinzysaU/s320/ivanwedding+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's Eina's parents and relative to her right with Ivan on her left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SE6myC3G7VI/AAAAAAAAAn8/RPBQXt0o1pw/s1600-h/ivanwedding+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210285197605924178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SE6myC3G7VI/AAAAAAAAAn8/RPBQXt0o1pw/s320/ivanwedding+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this everyone, is Nisha Lee. Yes, it's his daughter. Long story but I'm pretty sure you know what kinda happened wayyyy before the actually wedding night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SE6myeOYn_I/AAAAAAAAAoE/OxSpmt4gEzY/s1600-h/ivanwedding+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210285204951310322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SE6myeOYn_I/AAAAAAAAAoE/OxSpmt4gEzY/s320/ivanwedding+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aunty Linda - Ivan's mother - carrying her first grandchild. I'm sure they pamper Nisha like crazy!but she is a cutie with such chubby cheeks. Who could blame them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210285205870009010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SE6myhpa2rI/AAAAAAAAAoM/A0mQlv0rxfg/s320/ivanwedding+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Aunty Jun and her grand daugther, Crystle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some interesting food I bothered to snap pictures of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SE6mzHij8fI/AAAAAAAAAoU/AzJPziP1Muo/s1600-h/ivanwedding+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210285216041791986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SE6mzHij8fI/AAAAAAAAAoU/AzJPziP1Muo/s320/ivanwedding+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Four Seasons which is a must I think at every wedding... which must be the starter...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210283410286867314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SE6lKAlCc3I/AAAAAAAAAns/lvlR1rNrL_k/s320/ivanwedding+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some prawns in black sauce...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SE6lIoaesWI/AAAAAAAAAnM/FO34oYJ6Jr8/s1600-h/ivanwedding+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210283386620260706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SE6lIoaesWI/AAAAAAAAAnM/FO34oYJ6Jr8/s320/ivanwedding+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think this was my favourite. I just l&lt;em&gt;oveeeeeee&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wo peng&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. It's like the Chinese pancake with lotus paste in the middle. The one they made at Marco Polo is better than the one at Royal Selangor Club I think. My mother and I ate practically the whole plate. And I was even tempted to go over the other table to take theirs since they were not eating it. It's a shame it goes to waste ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SE6lJMnTH4I/AAAAAAAAAnU/BbnAJdLhI3Y/s1600-h/ivanwedding+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210283396337704834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SE6lJMnTH4I/AAAAAAAAAnU/BbnAJdLhI3Y/s320/ivanwedding+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course at weddings, we had a wedding singer. I have no idea what her name is but she was a good jazzy-sorta singer. My mom practically forced me to take a picture of her just out of courtesy to "boost her energy" to sing!.. The songs she sings reminds me of scenes of Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany's. Like running through some New York rain in those expensive coats. Hahaha... One of my many random thoughts...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the first thought or thing that comes to mind when you say KL?.. There's a lot of things I'm sure but I like this  pic -mostly because I took it :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210287545080855890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SE6o6r4vvVI/AAAAAAAAAo8/WjBtDcHHkM0/s320/ivanwedding+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/168431435376733832-2138323154963307895?l=evang3liza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/feeds/2138323154963307895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=168431435376733832&amp;postID=2138323154963307895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/2138323154963307895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/168431435376733832/posts/default/2138323154963307895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evang3liza.blogspot.com/2008/06/wedding-bells-for.html' title='wedding bells for...'/><author><name>evangeliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913993283300536418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5sw715d9Pk/Sd-KhDIMZSI/AAAAAAAABg0/bG4HGiuaFUU/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/__5sw715d9Pk/SE6o5MhBOJI/AAAAAAAAAoc/VtGpF2J-djk/s72-c/ivanwedding+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
