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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679187327043918565</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 08 Jul 2011 15:26:46 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>jokes</category><category>piercing</category><category>poem</category><category>Architecture</category><category>funny</category><category>news</category><category>bbq</category><category>gadgets</category><category>quote</category><category>tag</category><category>event</category><category>bd</category><category>updates</category><category>camwhoring</category><category>lyrics</category><category>festive</category><category>lecturer</category><category>job</category><category>travel</category><category>results</category><category>coolbuzz</category><category>good deed</category><category>starbucks</category><category>family</category><category>ill</category><category>emo</category><category>high school</category><category>link</category><category>shop</category><category>choc</category><category>mother</category><category>football</category><category>bitchy</category><category>clubbing</category><category>dance</category><category>rant</category><category>exercise</category><category>story</category><category>goodie</category><category>me</category><category>advice</category><category>grey's</category><category>exams</category><category>politics</category><category>farewell</category><category>random</category><category>body</category><category>college</category><category>cheap thrill</category><category>book</category><category>trip</category><category>post secret</category><category>=)</category><category>ad</category><category>diet</category><category>movie</category><category>rain</category><category>recipe</category><category>uni</category><category>present</category><category>ipod</category><category>food</category><category>holidays</category><category>carnival</category><category>festival</category><category>house</category><category>=(</category><category>nuffnang</category><category>design</category><category>dentist</category><category>partay</category><category>health</category><category>you tube</category><category>questions</category><category>pet</category><category>elaine</category><title>Adorn the ascent</title><description /><link>http://chocolateandvodka.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Phillip)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>279</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/AdornTheAscent" /><feedburner:info uri="adorntheascent" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679187327043918565.post-9029123159825989359</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Jun 2009 16:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-19T02:19:42.861+09:30</atom:updated><title>Sleep is for the weak.</title><description>I'm so scared. In fact, i'm terrified. So much to study so little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top that off, i don't know why i'm missing home so much all of a sudden. I miss my friends, my dogs, my car and my mum despite her recent visit to adelaide with the rest of my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love them so so much. Gosh it's such a bad time to be homesick. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will pull this off. There's absolutely no room for doubt (or regret now). Don't ask me why the sudden urge to blog. I just felt ridiculously compelled to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need Divine Intervention.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679187327043918565-9029123159825989359?l=chocolateandvodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AdornTheAscent/~4/Wl-7Lnv2irc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdornTheAscent/~3/Wl-7Lnv2irc/sleep-is-for-weak.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phillip)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chocolateandvodka.blogspot.com/2009/06/sleep-is-for-weak.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679187327043918565.post-8763836600545940995</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Jun 2009 16:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-15T14:08:35.421+09:30</atom:updated><title>Cheap wine, eyes wide and tonnes of facts to be devoured.</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SjXQOedGrdI/AAAAAAAAEGE/08GricXULpk/s1600-h/DSC04465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SjXQOedGrdI/AAAAAAAAEGE/08GricXULpk/s400/DSC04465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347409079684214226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679187327043918565-8763836600545940995?l=chocolateandvodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AdornTheAscent/~4/FzaZIci2UrY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdornTheAscent/~3/FzaZIci2UrY/cheap-wine-eyes-wide-and-tonnes-of.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phillip)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SjXQOedGrdI/AAAAAAAAEGE/08GricXULpk/s72-c/DSC04465.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chocolateandvodka.blogspot.com/2009/06/cheap-wine-eyes-wide-and-tonnes-of.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679187327043918565.post-4856217831005409838</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 May 2009 09:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-26T22:10:19.378+09:30</atom:updated><title>Why do we cry?</title><description>Let it be known that i absolutely hate people telling me off in the kitchen. It's like a bad habit&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; i just can't kick. I would like to think i'm good at what i do.&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; So yes, i'm in charge. It's my place. I freaking rule the kitchen. How dare you come into my kitchen and snare at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't raise my tone if you didn't flare me up at the first place. I never intended to be rude. I was just being defensive. I was completely indulging in my work, which seems trivial and unimportant to you. Well it's not! It is important to me. Therefore it should be to you too, out of respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But god forbid, you couldn't pick a better time to interrupt me with your snarky remark and hideously annoying snare. Oh god the snare. I bet you didn't even realise you gave it. Hey i didn't ask you to wait for me. You don't usually wait anyway. You knew the drill. So what seems to be the problem? You were very much capable of doing whatever you wanted in the kitchen. It's not like i hogged over the bloody kitchen or something. I was working quietly at the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were so many ways to react. Get a  new plate maybe? I don't know. Just a suggestion. But you chose the ugly way. I'm not your dog. You don't get to yell at me. Heck i don't even yell at my dogs. It peeved me off when you think you're so much more superior than me. You're not my mother. Just because you've been around longer doesn't always mean you knew best. Don't think you're oh-so-righteous and throw condescending&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;glare at me. Step back and reflect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said i checked my manners at the door&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and that i've always been rude yada yada. Yes i do confess  that i used to be disrespectful. But not anymore. But that's not the point. The point is you don't get to judge me on my past. Cause you're my sister. I've came a long way since. I'm sorry you can't see that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of changes, weirdly, i don't feel the necessity to respond to the accusation of having no manners or whatsoever. How unorthodox. Maybe i've change and grown more than i know. Oh well that's not important. This post is essentially for me to vent out my frustration. I'm just glad i got it all out. I hate confronting my family cause i know i would cry. For some reasons, i just do. And it'll just go nowhere except tears and more tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do we cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Because we're sad. Because we're mad. Or simply because we're frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Because i'm disappointed. Close to frustration. Almost angry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679187327043918565-4856217831005409838?l=chocolateandvodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AdornTheAscent/~4/xfvYqMAeZ_A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdornTheAscent/~3/xfvYqMAeZ_A/why-do-we-cry.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phillip)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chocolateandvodka.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-do-we-cry.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679187327043918565.post-4255125060391754540</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 May 2009 14:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-25T00:30:07.607+09:30</atom:updated><title>Worthlessness</title><description>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;It's been a while since i last felt this useless. What the hell am i doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so horrible now I disgust myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679187327043918565-4255125060391754540?l=chocolateandvodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AdornTheAscent/~4/f1U-YDqKqbg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdornTheAscent/~3/f1U-YDqKqbg/worthlessness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phillip)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://chocolateandvodka.blogspot.com/2009/05/worthlessness.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679187327043918565.post-4460502155676517193</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 May 2009 16:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-07T02:47:30.226+09:30</atom:updated><title>Abandoned, but not forgotten.</title><description>I wanna start blogging again. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679187327043918565-4460502155676517193?l=chocolateandvodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AdornTheAscent/~4/O3CNu5zrDko" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdornTheAscent/~3/O3CNu5zrDko/abandoned-but-not-forgotten.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phillip)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chocolateandvodka.blogspot.com/2009/05/abandoned-but-not-forgotten.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679187327043918565.post-1461908468048005865</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Jul 2008 07:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-02T03:27:55.298+10:30</atom:updated><title /><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SboPQ5d9kPI/AAAAAAAAEF0/5ttgIvWl6Ss/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SboPQ5d9kPI/AAAAAAAAEF0/5ttgIvWl6Ss/s400/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312575493415735538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;TOP 3 MOST PLAYED SONGS IN MY IPOD THIS WEEK..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva la Vida :: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Coldplay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Details In The Fabric :: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Jason Mraz Ft. James Morrison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;The Man Who Can't Be Moved ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; The Script&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679187327043918565-1461908468048005865?l=chocolateandvodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AdornTheAscent/~4/VqmW5827NTY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdornTheAscent/~3/VqmW5827NTY/top-3-most-played-songs-in-my-ipod-this.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phillip)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SboPQ5d9kPI/AAAAAAAAEF0/5ttgIvWl6Ss/s72-c/2.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chocolateandvodka.blogspot.com/2008/07/top-3-most-played-songs-in-my-ipod-this.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679187327043918565.post-3263560019252774601</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Jul 2008 15:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-16T01:19:41.645+10:30</atom:updated><title>Hey hey hello hi.</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;(I wrote this entry long before i blog bout the past 5 weeks events. I actually changed the post dates to the dates when they occur but not the day when i write bout it. It's cheating, i know, but heck cares. So at the point of this entry, i really haven't been updating for 5 weeks.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow would you take a look at that? I haven't been blogging for almost 5 weeks. I must be terribly busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update soon alright. I have a lot to make up to my &lt;s&gt;angry&lt;/s&gt; beloved readers for all the thrills and spills that happened in the past 5 weeks. I wonder if you guys still read my blog eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, i must leave now. I've got facts to cram and notes to devour. Tomorrow's my mid-sem exam. Law paper to be more precise. So i'll start my studies in a while, but only after downing a few cups of coffee that is. Hey do not underestimate the coffee. Not sleeping is already half the battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concentration, fail me not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679187327043918565-3263560019252774601?l=chocolateandvodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AdornTheAscent/~4/rnH4Rf3bqeU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdornTheAscent/~3/rnH4Rf3bqeU/hey-hey-hello-hi.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phillip)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chocolateandvodka.blogspot.com/2008/07/hey-hey-hello-hi.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679187327043918565.post-4577083666669780445</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Jul 2008 15:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-16T01:33:10.079+10:30</atom:updated><title>We were only kids, we ran like water.</title><description>&lt;div&gt;After much delay, i finally brought my lazy ass to Bank Pertanian Malaysia this morning to close my bank account which was previously opened for NS (National Service). It was then when i realised that the balance of my account is less than the original amount. I mean, shouldn't my balance be more due to the past 16 months' worth of interest? Common sense dictates that even if the interest is on a terribly minimal basis, the balance in my account should be more, and definitely not less,  or so i thought. How naive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why why why?? So i demanded for an explanation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was nonchalantly told that the decrease in money is prior to the paperwork and whatnot fees that the bank charged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wha?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate this bank. Can they even do that? They should have at least asked for permission before charging whatever fees to my account. But they didn't, cause they're bunch of retards and i hate them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking buggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a happier note, i caught a movie today with Elaine. We watched Hellboy 2: The Golden Army! (:  The story was good and so were the actions and special effects. It's funnier than the previous Hellboy. And i did enjoy it very much indeed. So yes, you should catch this movie if you have the chance to. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301506969047258770" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 270px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SZK8f_BR1pI/AAAAAAAAEEs/jMRKQBJH4Ew/s400/hellboy2-final-poster-big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of movies, i also caught another one in Pavilion yesterday with Veenee and Liching.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Due to time constraints, the only available movie was the following, in 3D.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SbMqiRBl8iI/AAAAAAAAEFM/-8rvGXMffkM/s1600-h/journey+to+the+centre+of+the+earth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SbMqiRBl8iI/AAAAAAAAEFM/-8rvGXMffkM/s400/journey+to+the+centre+of+the+earth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310635153773949474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't say the movie was thrilling or anything like that. It was okay, just okay. I don't know. I might be bias. And for that, i blame the polarized glasses. They were more distracting than entertaining. I mean, come on, the glasses are never comfortable. On top of that, they always strain my eyes and give me a headache after the show. Having said that, i felt like a dimwit paying extra for the unneeded headache. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole 3D thing is lame, gimmicky and was cool for about 5 minutes decades ago. And to be frank, i think the only decent place to catch a 3D movie is in an Imax theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I shouldn't whine so much. At least it's introduced to the general public through local cinemas. Perhaps it's one of the efforts to mencapai wawasan 2020 or whatever. So kawan kawan sekalian, i shouldn't be so cynical. But nevertheless, i would hardly call this revolutionary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679187327043918565-4577083666669780445?l=chocolateandvodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AdornTheAscent/~4/yMCfq9059_M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdornTheAscent/~3/yMCfq9059_M/we-were-only-kids-we-ran-like-water.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phillip)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SZK8f_BR1pI/AAAAAAAAEEs/jMRKQBJH4Ew/s72-c/hellboy2-final-poster-big.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chocolateandvodka.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-were-only-kids-we-ran-like-water.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679187327043918565.post-4791346465142547725</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Jul 2008 14:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-12T13:57:28.335+10:30</atom:updated><title>Of Tom, Dick and Harry.</title><description>I know the title might make no sense to all of you but i'm sure the very few who understands this are laughing right now. Haha! I know i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, last Friday, i spent almost the whole day with Elaine, Jia Kai and some other high school friends of mine. We need more buddy buddy time since Elaine's leaving next week. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off with a light brunch at Chawan in Bangsar. It was my first time there. Frankly speaking, i wasn't blown away or anything like that cause i reckoned Chawan is just a more glamourous version of a kopitiam. Lol. I mean, the food found in the menu are largely similar but just more expensive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SWxjj--YM9I/AAAAAAAAD8c/WQBt0NFq1Eo/s1600-h/DSC05310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290713132104692690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SWxjj--YM9I/AAAAAAAAD8c/WQBt0NFq1Eo/s400/DSC05310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered a watermelon ice blended or something and 2 half-boiled eggs.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290712579854103474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SWxjD1rk87I/AAAAAAAAD8U/qjO74V4qd6Y/s400/DSC05309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Crystal, Elaine, Me.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290712575081707810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SWxjDj5v-SI/AAAAAAAAD8E/E91LzV0zFws/s400/DSC05301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jiakai always make weird faces in pictures.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290712577398753282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SWxjDsiLSAI/AAAAAAAAD8M/m5BPcV_cCQ0/s400/DSC05297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290712572455557938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SWxjDaHoGzI/AAAAAAAAD78/Bza2g5rzeB4/s400/DSC05296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went back to Wesley to collect our SPM certs. It has been such a long time since i went back to my high school. If my memory serves me right, the last time i stepped foot into my high school was Honours Day which was i dont know, months ago? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel and Jingmin were already there when we reached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the school was repainted in an unfamiliar orange, it was still nostalgic when we entered the vicinity. Five years of memories came flooding. But at the same time, i was somewhat repulsed by the new renovated school. The new paint looks absolutely hideous and cctvs were installed at every unexpected corners. This is a school, damn it, not a bank. The cctvs are not even remotely necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i'm undeniably grateful, i believe we all are, that our year was Mr Peter's last year. When he left, i think Wesley sorta left with him. The new principal is bleh. She used to be the vice principal. We all hated her. A bigoted repulsive demagogue. And now, in my humble opinion, Wesley no longer live up to its formal glory. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now. Something else worth mentioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;The football field (a tiny tiny field) is no longer a dusty sand pit which suffocates the players when the game gets a little too intense. A new flooring has been installed. Pftt lucky brats.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290713139403311538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SWxjkaKgSbI/AAAAAAAAD8s/fJHZ7YSvJUQ/s400/DSC05317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;And OH.MY.GAWD. Built-in ovens, new fridge, new stoves and new shiny shiny utensils!!! SO UNFAIR! I'm terribly envious. :( It was one of my favourite places in school despite it used to be crappy, dark and smelled funny. I had some really good times in there, cooking up some serious grub (and fun!) during food sales. :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290713137556050530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SWxjkTSFUmI/AAAAAAAAD8k/dGwsHOUHB3U/s400/DSC05312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that, seeing we had some idle time to spare, the whole lot of them brilliantly decided to pay my new house a visit before heading out for dinner. I can't say i didn't see it coming. So, i tried to embrace the inevitable. The house tour which was also seemingly inevitable was relatively brief cause i wasn't too comfortable showing my incomplete house. There was still so much to be done. Wallpapers, certain lightings, new blinds etc were yet to be fitted. Nevertheless, i glided through the whole process with glee. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We went Tony's Roma in Cineleisure for dinner. Chui Yi joined us slightly later. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290713141265445922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SWxjkhGeNCI/AAAAAAAAD80/ScsXr-9gITo/s400/DSC05319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The waiter who took our order was urm, interesting. Aside from &lt;s&gt;speaking&lt;/s&gt; mumbling really fast, he also had torturously thick indian accent, so we really (really) couldn't hear what he was saying except the ending phrase of every sentence he said which was 'veli veli guud'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was painfully obvious that he was recommending something to us, but we just couldn't made up whatever he was saying due to his accent. We were all staring blindly at each other, trying so hard not to laugh throughout. And we thought it wouldn't be such a good idea to ask for another waiter. He might be offended. Hence, we just ignored the stuff that he was recommending or whatever he was trying to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We survived nevertheless. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pics before the food came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Elaine, Crystal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290713593566878754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SWxj-2DiXCI/AAAAAAAAD9E/TNVgqudZ0tU/s400/DSC05322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Elaine, Crystal, Jing Min, Hazel.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290713142233477842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SWxjkktRMtI/AAAAAAAAD88/s-mVrXutVXo/s400/DSC05321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The complimentary bread. Free stuff always taste better, to me at least. Lol wtf.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290713597561637602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SWxj_E79iuI/AAAAAAAAD9U/xrjPc4NGKXg/s400/DSC05324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And the food came. They were all in dauntingly huge portion so we shared everything. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;The renowned Onion Loaf. A must-have! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290713594220582402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SWxj-4fZFgI/AAAAAAAAD9M/w1STt8zFqt8/s400/DSC05323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Chicken Club Salad. FREAKING HUGE. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290713599399372178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SWxj_LyHJZI/AAAAAAAAD9c/Q2nX993e_3s/s400/DSC05325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;BBQ half chicken with baked potato.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SZGNMINWncI/AAAAAAAAEEk/2N3Ku_zWAWc/s1600-h/DSC05328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301173475893222850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SZGNMINWncI/AAAAAAAAEEk/2N3Ku_zWAWc/s400/DSC05328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Grilled salmon with mashed potato.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290713596756147970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SWxj_B76vwI/AAAAAAAAD9k/E7_Qxrv2pzQ/s400/DSC05326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Classic cheeseburger.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SWxl_xefoOI/AAAAAAAAD9s/Kvo9rNJQHz0/s1600-h/DSC05329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290715808540893410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SWxl_xefoOI/AAAAAAAAD9s/Kvo9rNJQHz0/s400/DSC05329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Shrimp Pasta. It came with 2 garlic bread placed at the side and was incredibly huge. And nicee. The shrimps were generously tossed into the pasta. And i mean really generous.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290715814856781634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SWxmAJAUb0I/AAAAAAAAD90/fZLo8RAe23w/s400/DSC05330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;We could barely finish the food. See Jiakai's bleh face. Lol. He was bloated. We all were.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290715814939337266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SWxmAJUAIjI/AAAAAAAAD98/AFBg7yWPMfA/s400/DSC05331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I didn't even realise he was sprinking pepper into my pocket wtf.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SWxnMUZ75aI/AAAAAAAAD-U/80-HV7ZmXpg/s1600-h/DSC05337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290717123587073442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SWxnMUZ75aI/AAAAAAAAD-U/80-HV7ZmXpg/s400/DSC05337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Me, Jia Kai, Ian.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SWxmAVar-XI/AAAAAAAAD-E/TqsAiiH9Na4/s1600-h/DSC05332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290715818188601714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SWxmAVar-XI/AAAAAAAAD-E/TqsAiiH9Na4/s400/DSC05332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;A group pic after the farewell dinner.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SWxmAaZX1oI/AAAAAAAAD-M/nx5TPkJNKrA/s1600-h/DSC05342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290715819525265026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SWxmAaZX1oI/AAAAAAAAD-M/nx5TPkJNKrA/s400/DSC05342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Another one at the carpark.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290717129334813826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SWxnMp0TdII/AAAAAAAAD-k/oCjNBmCLo4A/s400/DSC05344.JPG" border="0" /&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;/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;After the dinner, we went clubbing because Jiakai and i wanted to bring Elaine to a club before she leaves. If anyone is bringing her to a club for the first time, it would be us. Haha we're like her brothers. Met up with Wenhan, Hann, Hui Fen etc at Maison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I didn't take any pictures except our sexy 42BELOW. &lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290712572612891282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SWxjDatI0pI/AAAAAAAAD70/WAqmSpOITMY/s400/12072008548.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a shame that Elaine had to leave early. Oh well. The rest of us had fun after anyways. I didn't drink much thou, since i'm driving home. Jiakai could have drank more but he didn't. He crashed at my place. Had to send him home the next morning somemore. Hey dude, get a freaking driving licence man. Lol. Next time i'll drink and you drive. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679187327043918565-4791346465142547725?l=chocolateandvodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AdornTheAscent/~4/4Jsvt0ketdo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdornTheAscent/~3/4Jsvt0ketdo/of-tom-dick-and-harry.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phillip)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SWxjj--YM9I/AAAAAAAAD8c/WQBt0NFq1Eo/s72-c/DSC05310.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chocolateandvodka.blogspot.com/2008/12/of-tom-dick-and-harry.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679187327043918565.post-292201856690532573</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Jul 2008 15:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-13T19:58:14.039+10:30</atom:updated><title>A slice of goodness.</title><description>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251383297352763570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SOCpSTIhiLI/AAAAAAAAC3E/Jet9luXbOKg/s400/caffe1920_logo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251383300187914290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SOCpSdsegDI/AAAAAAAAC3M/aCRJXQUwT8I/s400/DSC03335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251383299577897762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SOCpSbbCYyI/AAAAAAAAC3U/gYrp3n4TxyY/s400/DSC03336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pizza Bianca al Salmone from Caffe 1920. Luscious smoked salmon, drizzled with mayo and accented with bits of tobikko and a great amount of hot melting cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pizza would have been more perfect if the mayo is replaced with dill aioli, i think. But nevertheless, it was simply delightful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679187327043918565-292201856690532573?l=chocolateandvodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AdornTheAscent/~4/tkcQacEt93c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdornTheAscent/~3/tkcQacEt93c/slice-of-goodness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phillip)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SOCpSTIhiLI/AAAAAAAAC3E/Jet9luXbOKg/s72-c/caffe1920_logo.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chocolateandvodka.blogspot.com/2008/07/slice-of-goodness.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679187327043918565.post-4969449607587176712</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Jul 2008 16:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-24T01:04:56.990+10:30</atom:updated><title>"If you're hungry, have a piece of your friend."</title><description>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280474569641349282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SUgDpNj00KI/AAAAAAAAD7c/xjTqbu3pDiI/s400/doomsday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just came back from this movie and i thought it was not bad. Ron and Raven thought it was just okay. I don't know. I might be bias since i'm really fond of this genre of movie which pictures a dystopian future and packed with non-stop action like Resident Evil, Blade, Underworld etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Certain movie critics reviewed the movie as a Resident Evil rip off. I hardly agree. Well, i always disagree with movie critics anyways. So whatever. Despite that, however, i must say, it's the resemblance to Resident Evil that made me want to watch Doomsday at the first place. But i wouldn't say it's a complete rip off. The story line is different. Besides, i hardly saw any zombies or infected people throughout the movie, but mostly punk tribe people somehow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhona Mitra played the jaded heroine in Doomsday. Okay question. Is it just me or she looks awfully similar to Kate Beckinsale from Underworld? Strange, i know. I wonder if it's intentional. As in, the director casted for Kate but she rejected the role so they took in Rhona because she looks like Kate. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Rhona from Doomsday.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280474561772183266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SUgDowPq3uI/AAAAAAAAD7U/MBMr8oJgVlE/s400/2368644288_3662161e23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate form Underworld.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281820360729276082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SUzLokCxrrI/AAAAAAAAD7k/HJpo5xVJXb4/s400/kate+Beckinsale.bmp+underworld.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaky innit?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides Rhona prancing around in tight, black spandex, the Continental GT in the movie was also amazingly captivating in its gorgeous black. That shiny flawless paint finish is sexy as hell!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282983242331555922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SVDtRLmDiFI/AAAAAAAAD7s/7aF3YD2MKZs/s400/3108510888_8464bceeeb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Flickr pic by &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/ziggym/"&gt;Ziggy Marlissa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Man, there's something magical about gloss black paint. It makes any car looks more luxurious, even a Kancil i'm sure. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679187327043918565-4969449607587176712?l=chocolateandvodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AdornTheAscent/~4/4ddcIkJ1_E4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdornTheAscent/~3/4ddcIkJ1_E4/if-youre-hungry-have-piece-of-your.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phillip)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SUgDpNj00KI/AAAAAAAAD7c/xjTqbu3pDiI/s72-c/doomsday.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chocolateandvodka.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-youre-hungry-have-piece-of-your.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679187327043918565.post-1447880921037354514</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Jul 2008 18:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-28T04:13:30.085+10:30</atom:updated><title>The renowned fish head noodle.</title><description>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280469367545754002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SUf-6aPlcZI/AAAAAAAAD7M/AI91YcvyZ3o/s400/DSC05280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes i'm refering to &lt;em&gt;the &lt;/em&gt;fish head noodle from "Ah Soon" in Taman Desa. Just like how satay is associated to Kajang and Bak Kut Teh is to Klang, when you mention fish head noodle, people will start asking you if you have tried the Taman Desa one cause apparently it's really good (and famous). I thought it was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had dinner with Elaine at Ah Soon yesterday. Picked her up from her house on the way since she stays in Taman Desa too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The portion was pretty big.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280469364767025682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SUf-6P5FahI/AAAAAAAAD7E/3URDr74TOcM/s400/DSC05278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280469353322546930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SUf-5lQghvI/AAAAAAAAD68/p6BngR9bSqw/s400/DSC05277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Someone's leaving in 9 days. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679187327043918565-1447880921037354514?l=chocolateandvodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AdornTheAscent/~4/wO_1VCjt7q8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdornTheAscent/~3/wO_1VCjt7q8/renowned-fish-head-noodle.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phillip)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SUf-6aPlcZI/AAAAAAAAD7M/AI91YcvyZ3o/s72-c/DSC05280.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chocolateandvodka.blogspot.com/2008/12/renowned-fish-head-noodle.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679187327043918565.post-5355311407308483691</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Jul 2008 13:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-13T18:19:22.154+10:30</atom:updated><title>Instant relief.</title><description>Sitting, cutting, pasting, folding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a lot of those today, repetitively. If you recall, today is the due date for my Business Statistic assignment. Unconventionally, i completed and handed in mine early so i had nothing else to do while the others were striving to finish theirs before the clock stroke 5pm which was the deadline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of everything, someone, i dont remember who, was struggling with his assignment. It's not that he hasn't finished his work, because he certainly has. He was rather trying to make his assignment (which looked like a Ramlee burger) look more presentable, as i would put it. His paperworks were sluggishly folded and tucked. And to make things worse, his paperworks were horribly thick for some reasons. (omg why was mine so thin?!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, unable to bear the sight, i offered my help. First, i cut off the extra flaps and corners and pasted them nicely. Then i folded them in accordingly. I even combined several sheets together. One thing led to the other, i started getting other requests since i did a pretty kick-ass job for the previous person. So i fold, cut, paste, cut, paste, paste, fold, paste, cut, cut, paste, fold, fold, cut, paste, fold..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you get the drill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so relieved, now that the assignments are done and over with. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679187327043918565-5355311407308483691?l=chocolateandvodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AdornTheAscent/~4/9vqlJGQ0Pjo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdornTheAscent/~3/9vqlJGQ0Pjo/sitting-cutting-pasting-folding.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phillip)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chocolateandvodka.blogspot.com/2008/07/sitting-cutting-pasting-folding.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679187327043918565.post-4371647524792739733</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Jul 2008 17:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-17T04:30:53.374+10:30</atom:updated><title>SYNC WITH ME..</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SUfjkPJXW9I/AAAAAAAAD6k/_zqveJ8Vr0c/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280439299795803090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SUfjkPJXW9I/AAAAAAAAD6k/_zqveJ8Vr0c/s400/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;TOP 3 MOST PLAYED SONGS IN MY IPOD THIS WEEK..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Hwabun :: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Loveholic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;May :: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Belle Epoque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Sad Thing ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; Adult Child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679187327043918565-4371647524792739733?l=chocolateandvodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AdornTheAscent/~4/liAAzboG6Jc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdornTheAscent/~3/liAAzboG6Jc/sync-with-me_07.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phillip)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SUfjkPJXW9I/AAAAAAAAD6k/_zqveJ8Vr0c/s72-c/2.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chocolateandvodka.blogspot.com/2008/06/sync-with-me_07.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679187327043918565.post-9123416968973463448</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Jul 2008 17:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-17T04:31:29.859+10:30</atom:updated><title>Coffee Prince.</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SUflRV96qTI/AAAAAAAAD6s/naK2FtbEABg/s1600-h/POSTER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280441174232574258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SUflRV96qTI/AAAAAAAAD6s/naK2FtbEABg/s400/POSTER.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching this show religiously on youtube lately. That's why i managed to finish the whole show in a matter of few days. Korean drama overdose wtf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this show and i don't usually watch korean drama. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: That was my inner korean drama fanatic blogging. Oh no. Hope i'm not becoming one of them. I don't want that side of me taking over. I don't want to be the next Kimchi Lady!! (inside joke)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679187327043918565-9123416968973463448?l=chocolateandvodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AdornTheAscent/~4/e05lfJnkzI8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdornTheAscent/~3/e05lfJnkzI8/coffee-prince.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phillip)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SUflRV96qTI/AAAAAAAAD6s/naK2FtbEABg/s72-c/POSTER.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chocolateandvodka.blogspot.com/2008/07/coffee-prince.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679187327043918565.post-8662082546724365951</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Jul 2008 15:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-17T04:32:08.770+10:30</atom:updated><title>Recharging. Do not disconnect.</title><description>Well it has been a hectic week with the moving and assignment all happening at the same time. Speaking of assignments, i am due to hand in yet another assignment (business statistic this time) on Monday and trust me, it is nowhere near complete yet. Anyways, blink and flutter, another week is gone. Finally it's now the weekend and I can finally catch up with everything! Yay! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made plans with Elaine today to hang out, catch up and spend some quality time together since she'll be leaving to aussie in less than 2 weeks. Aww i'm gonna miss that woman! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had breakfast together, or brunch whatever. At first, she suggested a place in Aman Suria which serves great chicken horfun or something. I was all for it since it is really (really) near my new house. But it was closed. So we had Bak Kut Teh at Cheow Sang, the Aman Suria branch, instead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Somehow, i still prefer the ss2 branch where my family and i usually frequent.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266590729683360114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SRawXXQkWXI/AAAAAAAAD3Q/M6pkIh1ZO-8/s400/DSC05214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She hated this picture. She said she looks awful mid chewing, half smirking and almost posing. But guess what, Christmas came early. I'm posting it anyways! Oh well, she loves me too much to hate me for this. Haha!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266590739347580882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SRawX7Qsp9I/AAAAAAAAD3Y/pjG_l2p_Qjk/s400/DSC05215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that we bobbed over to The Gardens to meet up with Hazel. We were planning to indulge in a sinful treat of ice cream chocolate fondue in Baskin Robin! But we got there early, or she was late, either way, that left me and Elaine wandering aimlessly around the mall hoping we had more cash cause window-shopping is just too cruel. Eventually, we opted for a healthier (and less tiring) choice. We went Juice Works to grab some drinks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They had a buy one free one promo that day which screamed ZOMG BUY ME PLEASE!! We were parched and unwilling to spend. Go figure. So this was perfect.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266590745349276466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SRawYRnnQzI/AAAAAAAAD3o/nUAGHLCzors/s400/DSC05219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head looks huge here la dey.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266592132739945378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SRaxpCDU06I/AAAAAAAAD34/9xwf6WnpH6Q/s400/DSC05224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*moves back a little* Okay MUCH better.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266590749426918882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SRawYgzzJeI/AAAAAAAAD3w/HDqzUOh5Qac/s400/DSC05223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It wasn't long before Hazel caught up with us at Juice Works. Next thing we know, we were dipping our perfectly round ice cream balls into the melting pot of chocolate in Baskin Robin. Heh.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266593213287783410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SRayn7aAW_I/AAAAAAAAD6I/itPwKC5-110/s400/DSC05258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel and Elaine.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266592134427133602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SRaxpIVlRqI/AAAAAAAAD4A/O_854ZFIUCQ/s400/DSC05225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In all its glory. :D&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266592619185314210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SRayFWM8GaI/AAAAAAAAD4o/2-Wp5-v8RRQ/s400/DSC05233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Damn it. I shouldn't have changed its lighting. Oh well.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266594051661548930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SRazYul4zYI/AAAAAAAAD6U/qSWlEcki-1o/s400/DSC05231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266592141373707874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SRaxpiNxlmI/AAAAAAAAD4Q/MFOlwaM4HIs/s400/DSC05230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266593208342027810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SRayno-2HiI/AAAAAAAAD58/aX2IrWXIHDE/s400/DSC05253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It must be really funny. Really really funny hor.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266593205329273682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SRayndwjI1I/AAAAAAAAD5w/TcJNkOA0GDQ/s400/DSC05250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Awww. And you'll be dumb enough to think that she's so sweet feeding me.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266592991473987042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SRaybBFebeI/AAAAAAAAD5Q/hJ5rV4WfphU/s400/DSC05242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;See her hidden agenda! Thank you elaine. Thank you for the chocolate mess you've made. I'm sure chocolate lipstick is the latest craze. It brings out the colour of my eyes. Lkye totally. Ahuh.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266593003996911202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SRaybvvLFmI/AAAAAAAAD5Y/JvTUmuMvvok/s400/DSC05244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys see some point and purpose in these pictures cause i see none. Lol.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266593011628243330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SRaycMKn-YI/AAAAAAAAD5g/ekmY375UMOM/s400/DSC05245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266593011486040274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SRaycLouINI/AAAAAAAAD5o/HzrVYakOGyw/s400/DSC05246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SRaycMKn-YI/AAAAAAAAD5g/ekmY375UMOM/s1600-h/DSC05245.JPG"&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yummay!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266592624871708866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SRayFrYrmMI/AAAAAAAAD4w/AGavXRgVdcQ/s400/DSC05234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266592630358590018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SRayF_02wkI/AAAAAAAAD5A/4mosGmxluig/s400/DSC05237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266592138291714658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SRaxpWu-GmI/AAAAAAAAD4I/BpqQFwDfbqs/s400/DSC05226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guys haven't tried the chocolate fondue in BR, go ahead and try! It wasn't too pricey i reckon. I would consider it as an affordable splurge. And for the record, three of us could barely finish the whole serving. We were bloated. Plus, you know how ice cream and chocolate can be overkill. So yeah. But try it anyways. THEY SERVE FREE WATER. Free stuff always makes me happy, even if it's just water. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And here's a picture to end the post. It's a piece of strawberry brutally stabbed by a fondue fork. :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266592613639076002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SRayFBinOKI/AAAAAAAAD4g/7d1G0Q5qBOI/s400/DSC05232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&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 align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sexy.&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/7679187327043918565-8662082546724365951?l=chocolateandvodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AdornTheAscent/~4/Fp01XQCC_cU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdornTheAscent/~3/Fp01XQCC_cU/boo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phillip)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SRawXXQkWXI/AAAAAAAAD3Q/M6pkIh1ZO-8/s72-c/DSC05214.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chocolateandvodka.blogspot.com/2008/05/boo.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679187327043918565.post-4254034215911114189</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Jul 2008 23:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-17T01:49:50.622+10:30</atom:updated><title>Here's a teaser!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SSP-Tl0deTI/AAAAAAAAD6c/Hew4nUTc7Rs/s1600-h/new+house.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270335601476729138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SSP-Tl0deTI/AAAAAAAAD6c/Hew4nUTc7Rs/s400/new+house.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha that's for you Joandee. It took me less than 3 minutes to draw this okay. I could have been the next Picasso but nooooo i just had to take up business instead. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll upload the real photos soon. I'm busy with so many things now. So in the meantime, just stare at this masterpiece and check out the nuffnang ads at my blog by clicking on them preaseee. I'm earning so little lately! Til then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679187327043918565-4254034215911114189?l=chocolateandvodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AdornTheAscent/~4/ZyL7vpeoKeY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdornTheAscent/~3/ZyL7vpeoKeY/heres-teaser.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phillip)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SSP-Tl0deTI/AAAAAAAAD6c/Hew4nUTc7Rs/s72-c/new+house.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chocolateandvodka.blogspot.com/2008/11/heres-teaser.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679187327043918565.post-5618516365883029825</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Jul 2008 13:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-27T06:17:48.456+10:30</atom:updated><title>Mahjong Fever.</title><description>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253666899747915138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SOjGNc-zxYI/AAAAAAAAC8c/FOaBxe7TgA4/s400/DSC04735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been a bright player in mahjong, truth be told. And the lack of practice just pushed me from bad to worse. This, i blame my close friends, for most of them know nuts about this game. Hence, mahjong was never in our list of activity. Why people, whyyy?? Lol. Oh the drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in any case, that certainly didn't stop me from playing. Thankfully, i have Ron and Raven in my life as my mahjong kakis. Bless them. They just came over to my house for mahjong the day before yesterday which is the previous night of my moving day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice catching up with my mahjong skills, which is close to zero, so it wasn't too hard to pick up where i left off. Heh. However, i really pity those two for having the need to endure my incredibly miserable speed throughout the game. I was so freaking rusty even i wanted to slap myself for being so slow. Hmm seriously i can't even recall the last time i played. Anywho, i've decided to come clean to the world bout two things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Firstly, i'm a very slow player.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253666891606029042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SOjGM-pocvI/AAAAAAAAC8M/Nl05IC4vnhY/s400/DSC04727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253666891245674786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SOjGM9Tt4SI/AAAAAAAAC8U/qb95J9mN1vM/s400/DSC04734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Secondly, a very unambitious one too, apparently.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253666903666288994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SOjGNrlBaWI/AAAAAAAAC8k/g4QQuMmxm1o/s400/DSC04736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Okay i know i'm very unambitious when it comes to mahjong. But hey, as long as i win, no? :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;See the tiles above? That's my first victory that night. Lucky eh? Lol. But i know i can't be always this lucky. The universe doesn't work that way. So it was smart that i didn't play with too much money. Nevertheless, i still won a few bucks in the end. Haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Wow this is such a pointless entry. Lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Note to self : Need to make more friends who know how to play mahjong. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Goodnight world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679187327043918565-5618516365883029825?l=chocolateandvodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AdornTheAscent/~4/Pan-tKZydsg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdornTheAscent/~3/Pan-tKZydsg/mahjong-fever.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phillip)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SOjGNc-zxYI/AAAAAAAAC8c/FOaBxe7TgA4/s72-c/DSC04735.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chocolateandvodka.blogspot.com/2008/07/mahjong-fever.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679187327043918565.post-890269042560509121</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Jul 2008 11:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-21T01:57:12.356+10:30</atom:updated><title>Time for some bubbly!</title><description>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yeap&lt;/span&gt; cause,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: I've moved into my new house. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: My dad came home a bottle of Piper-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Heidsieck&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cuvée&lt;/span&gt; Brut a few weeks ago. Not Cristal but still, it's Piper-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Heidsieck&lt;/span&gt;! Yum.. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: That bottle of champagne is free. :&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: The law assignment is indented out of the way. :&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;DDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, the management authority of the resort home that we've moved into sent them over, along with a few other freebies as well. So these goodies sorta came with the new house, as housewarming gifts i guess. I'm not too sure but i think whoever who buys any of the resort homes would receive these freebies. I'm moving into a newly developed gated neighbourhood &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;fyi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, here are the stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh la la.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231840509304540178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SJs7OUaYjBI/AAAAAAAACZg/_g9Jt7KZNFE/s400/DSC03351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231840511578731122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SJs7Oc4l8nI/AAAAAAAACZY/EOBU_nspxmg/s400/DSC03349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A free &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;nano&lt;/span&gt;. Nothing much to blog about since it's not mine to keep (clearly a sour grape case). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt; whatever. My sis got it since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; already got an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt; myself. But it's so unfair cause i bought mine with my own allowance but she got hers just like that. But she should have it since i don't need two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231840504967660450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SJs7OEQZA6I/AAAAAAAACZI/e8CEFnJ_Bl0/s400/DSC03338n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231841033146453538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SJs7sz4BziI/AAAAAAAACZw/Y2YvxHKbz6Q/s400/DSC03369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231840516290917842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SJs7OucENdI/AAAAAAAACZo/F5H0LJ_G_Cc/s400/DSC03363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231841039580971570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SJs7tL2IwjI/AAAAAAAACZ4/on2eZhkUUXE/s400/DSC03380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231841040481579090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SJs7tPM28FI/AAAAAAAACaA/KoNX42GsGRU/s400/DSC03381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231841036504346930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SJs7tAYnMTI/AAAAAAAACaI/_Uvo0MaTcG8/s400/DSC03385.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;RM500 worth of vouchers which can be used in certain restaurants like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Tai&lt;/span&gt; Thong or San Francisco Steakhouse. :D I'm not gonna lie. I can already sense that few extra pounds waiting to be gained. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231840511310429410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SJs7Ob4n_OI/AAAAAAAACZQ/dzpfgS_9OGA/s400/DSC03341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So that's all. Don't you just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;lurve&lt;/span&gt; free stuff? I bet that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;brut&lt;/span&gt; would taste sweeter that it already is. It's all good baby. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679187327043918565-890269042560509121?l=chocolateandvodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AdornTheAscent/~4/hKeqd2_oTxs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdornTheAscent/~3/hKeqd2_oTxs/moving-soon.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phillip)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SJs7OUaYjBI/AAAAAAAACZg/_g9Jt7KZNFE/s72-c/DSC03351.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chocolateandvodka.blogspot.com/2008/08/moving-soon.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679187327043918565.post-4572890084445735270</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Jul 2008 15:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-21T00:50:25.953+10:30</atom:updated><title>Greetings from my new home.</title><description>The internet connection has been awesome since i moved in. Thank God for that man! I wouldn't know what to do if my wireless is not working tonight, not when the internet is gravely crucial in my attempt to churn out a law assignment. So yeah. Cheers! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here am i, sitting before my laptop, in my new room of course. I must say, i really like my new room. And i'm guessing it feels the same way too. I mean, it better! I've spent half of the evening vacuuming, mopping, and cleaning my room fervently, which is hardly routine. All three maids were too busy cleaning other areas. So i took the liberty to borrow the vacuum cleaner, mop and etc to clean my room. Frankly speaking, i think i did a pretty good job myself! Haha wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could just sit and stare at my clean shiny room all night but i can't. I have an assignment due tomorrow. Yeah i know. What a way to spend my first night in my new house eh. It's such a shame that i wouldn't be sleeping. But look at the bright side, i'll be doing something much much more interesting like staying up all night typing and researching about various sources of Malaysian law. Say it with me now: "Yay!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only i can maintain that spurt of energy that i exerted just now while cleaning the room. Oh well, hopefully my assignment won't look like a piece of last minute crap although it feels like i'm operating on half a cerebrum or something now. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day y'all. Til then. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: So far, i've only unpacked&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; box. Well, not exactly the entire box. I just took out things that i need like my toothbrush, cleanser, shampoo and the like. Wohoo impressive progress innit? Haha i really don't have the time. I'll deal with the other boxes, urm soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679187327043918565-4572890084445735270?l=chocolateandvodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AdornTheAscent/~4/kbHE7kBedKk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdornTheAscent/~3/kbHE7kBedKk/greetings-from-my-new-home.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phillip)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chocolateandvodka.blogspot.com/2008/07/greetings-from-my-new-home.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679187327043918565.post-3973212264266902807</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Jul 2008 17:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-21T07:34:50.765+10:30</atom:updated><title>Moving Day!</title><description>Hullooo ladies and gentlemen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let today mark the day that i moved into my new house! Well not yet but it will be later today. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking a break now, blogging and trying hard not to be bothered by the mess in my room while at it. If you could just come to my room a few hours ago, you would see things were simply lying and hanging all over the place. Now i'm just glad that i'm almost done packing. To be honest, i don't have a big room, some might even call it small, but who knew such a small room could store up so much trash? You'll be amazed by the amount of trash that was excavated out from my room. Seriously, who knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh did i mention how much i hate packing? Cause i do. I wish i wouldn't need to strain my brain when i'm packing. It's late and i'm tired and sleepy and my brain refuses to work on such a miserable basis. I'm so tempted to just shovel out a comfortable spot on my bed and sleep. I don't care if it feels like a dumbsite. I would have done that a few hours ago but my conscience wouldn't allow me to. :( I guess the only solace left is the fact that i'm skipping class tomorrow, with permission. No way i'm gonna miss my moving day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually thought packing was easy and only required minimal brain processing but boy was i wrong! I need to &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; think before trashing certain trash cause i don't want to regret after throwing them away. Lol. This reminds me of something that i read sometime ago. Trash is something that has sat in your closet for centuries collecting dust but you threw it away a few days before you actually need it. I think that's the most honest statement I had heard to date cause i experienced that like 99% of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, you know those days when you're almost certain that you place a particular something on the desk but when you're back later, the thing would just miraculously disappear and you search for god knows know how long before you finally dismiss it as a lost cause reluctantly? Been there done that. Word of advice, LOOK BEHIND YOUR DESK. I mean, seriously, i made all sorts of weird discoveries after i moved my desk out (it's movable now since it's empty and all). For instance, i chanced upon a set of keys (which i have no idea to where), a pikachu key chain (i remember looking for it when i was little), a fish hook, a pen, some random pieces of paper/candy wrapper/poker card, and 5 obese dust bunnies or 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must confess, the most disturbing discovery would be the mutilated remains of a lizard which died in a very awkward position. The remains are all dried up and unbelievably crispy. Consequently, i reckon i broke its head when i tried to dispose it. It was completely unintentional, i don't enjoy breaking lizard's head, mind you. Besides that, i also found something non-disturbing, in fact, it's the complete opposite of disturbing, it's my best discovery. A wrinkled 10 bucks note along with some shiny shiny coins. I'm RM10.60 richer now. Yay! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, that 10.60 cannot stop the tinge of sadness which is welling up inside me. I guess it's expected la. I &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; i'm going to miss my old house. I'm moving away from this place where i have called my home for more than 10 years. It's the place that i grew up in. The memories and familiarity can never be replaced. It's perfectly normal for me to be reluctant, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem all those aside, i'm actually very excited for tomorrow. Wohoo feel the excitement! My new house is well, new, and bigger as far as the house is concerned. I have bigger toilet, bigger room, bigger wardrobe etc. How can i not be excited? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i'm just one more box away from sleeping. It's the last one to fill. I can do this. Hope everything goes well tomorrow. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I'll upload some pictures of my room soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679187327043918565-3973212264266902807?l=chocolateandvodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AdornTheAscent/~4/Ts5yO0AGCYE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdornTheAscent/~3/Ts5yO0AGCYE/moving-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phillip)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chocolateandvodka.blogspot.com/2008/07/moving-day.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679187327043918565.post-2194009871360133970</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Jul 2008 17:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-13T16:07:12.339+10:30</atom:updated><title>SYNC WITH ME..</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SPLbgTls0MI/AAAAAAAAD3I/d2gf9vnntoU/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256505063155486914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SPLbgTls0MI/AAAAAAAAD3I/d2gf9vnntoU/s400/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;TOP 3 MOST PLAYED SONGS IN MY IPOD THIS WEEK..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Crush &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;:: David Archuleta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Lucky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;:: Jason Mraz ft. Colbie Caillat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;:: Chris Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679187327043918565-2194009871360133970?l=chocolateandvodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AdornTheAscent/~4/fN8lWlxQO-w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdornTheAscent/~3/fN8lWlxQO-w/sync-with-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phillip)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SPLbgTls0MI/AAAAAAAAD3I/d2gf9vnntoU/s72-c/2.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chocolateandvodka.blogspot.com/2008/07/sync-with-me.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679187327043918565.post-396945860430801531</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Jul 2008 13:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-05T23:10:53.476+10:30</atom:updated><title>I hate old men.</title><description>I NEED TO RANT. SO LISTEN UP PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate old men. You would think that i'm kidding, but i'm not, seriously. You want to know what triggered this statement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A rude old man who works in the HELP's library.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay story time. Grab your popcorns and chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family and I are moving into our new house the day after tomorrow, which is the 3rd of July. I believe i haven't told you guys yet. Okay whatever. I'll blog about it soon. Anyways, considering the fact that we're just gonna stay in my old (current) house for ONLY 3 days this month, we've decided to end our steamyx service last month cause it would be so bloody stupid to pay for a whole month's worth of service just because we used a few days. Prior to that, there is no internet connection in my house currently. I'm blogging over a cup of soy latte in Starbucks now if you're wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sidenote, the absence of the internet connection has made me realised how lifeless i am. I never knew i'm the kind of guy who depends on technology so much. I'm so bored without the internet. Oh and my tv as well. All the tvs are already bubble-wrapped and boxed. Which means i can't even play my ps2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY AM I TELLING ALL THESE??! LET'S CUT THE CRAPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed back today after class and went to the library cause i needed the internet to do my law assignment which is due on this Friday. I went to Starbucks earlier but their server was down. And i was too lazy to think of another wifi area so i thought the library would be a good idea. Plus, i've payed HELP good money. I should go to the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my second time entering the library after 7 months studying in HELP. I doubt that came as a surprise. Not that i'm not a library person. When i was doing SAM in Taylors, i did all my assignments and stuff in the library ok. It's just that when you've had better (i mean the library in Taylor's), you tend to be put off by the idea of mediocrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i've never used the computers in the Help's library previously so i am absolutely clueless bout the rules and what not. Vincent told me i have to check for the availability of the computers and register at the counter before using one. Another loser-ish rule that makes everything more inconvenient. HAVE I TOLD U THAT THE HELP'S LIBRARY HAS NO PRINTER? Only in Help i tell you, only in Help. God i miss Taylors. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i went to the counter and enquired. For some unfathomed reasons, all the librarians were old men, at least that's what i saw. I didn't care. There were three old men at the counter. Two were busy tending to something while one was standing at the counter reading newspaper like nobody's business. Let's name the newspaper-reading old man Mr. R which stands for Rude obviously. I stepped forward and asked politely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation was similar to the below. Not word by word but i&lt;strong&gt; assure &lt;/strong&gt;you it's most likely to be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Excuse me Sir, are there any empty time slots when i can use any of the computers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mr R:&lt;/span&gt; slooots?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah s-l-o-t-s. I would like to use the computer. Is there any computer currently available for me to use?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mr R:&lt;/span&gt; Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; I need to register or something right? Right? Where can i do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mr R:&lt;/span&gt; REGISTER?! HERE LA DON'T KNOW HOW TO SEE MEH? *pointed at the piece of paper which was sticked to the side of the counter with a really irritated face while mumbling something*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF HE WAS SO FUCKING RUDE. HE SHOUTED AT ME SO LOUD I SWEAR MANY STRANGERS TURNED THEIRS HEADS AND LOOKED MY WAY. AND HE MUMBLED GOD KNOWS WHAT LIKE I'M MENTALLY CHALLENGED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; HELLO? &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;DID HELP PAY YOU TO BE SO RUDE?&lt;/span&gt; I AM A STUDENT. AND YOU ARE HERE AND HIRED TO ASSIST ME. I AM NEW HERE AND OBVIOUSLY I WOULDN'T KNOW THAT PIECE OF RANDOM PAPER STICKED TO THE SIDE IS OF WHAT USE. IF I KNEW I WOULDN'T BE ASKING RIGHT? I AM ENQUIRING. THAT'S WHERE YOU COME IN AND AT LEAST TRY TO HELP ME, A STUDENT WHO IS SEEKING ASSISTANT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mr R:&lt;/span&gt; *gave annoyed face, again, like i didn't understand what he said earlier. shook his head and turned to his colleagues and mumbled something like i'm stupid and doesn't understand what he said*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK MAN. I WAS EVEN MORE PEEVED OFF WHEN HE SHOOK HIS HEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: You know what? HELP should just fire you. So instead of paying you every month to be so rude, HELP could use the money for the better good. Like buying a printer or whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left immediately. More like swaggered off. When i think back of the words i said, i'm pretty amazed i actually said them, especially that phrase in yellow. They just came to me. I didn't have the time to think. I was so mad i couldn't control myself. I guess my rage just took over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave this some thoughts and have concluded that generally i don't go well with old man. I don't know. I suspect it might be a combination of ageism and sexist. I'm okay with old women provided that they are nice people. But just not old men, I don't know why do i find some of them so repulsive. Well you get the gist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to come up with some logical explanations. I've got 2. Firstly, maybe it's because i don't really have any old men in my life. Both of my grandfather died when i was little. I barely hold any memories of them. Secondly, i've never really had any favourable experience with old men. Take my high school over-zealous physic teacher as an example. Yeah he's an old man. Honestly, i really didn't need the extra attention from him but he just couldn't leave me alone. From what me and some of my friends observed, he seemed to be very interested in me. And that, was freaking annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright feeling much better now. Sometimes i love my humble blog for allowing me to rant without complains. Well it can't complain right? Haha. I know i'll be old someday (if i live long enough that is) and become an old man myself but still, i just can't shun that thought away for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey i'm just human. I have emotions. I know i could have handled the situation a little better but, it's over. It's not about respecting the elderly. That's not the issue here. I don't care if he's old or dying. If he's wrong he's wrong. Simple as. Make no mistake about this, i respect respectful people. I don't and won't respect someone just because that someone is old. That's ridiculous. Would you respect an old paedophile? Yeah that's what i thought. Same goes to that rude old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you have to differentiate pity and respect. When i see an old man standing in the train or bus, i'll offer my seat. That's not respect. That's pity. I couldn't bear the sight of him struggling to stand still. So i gave up my seat. I didn't give my seat out of respect, you know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end. Comment please? I would love to know what do guys think. Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679187327043918565-396945860430801531?l=chocolateandvodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AdornTheAscent/~4/9PCr-e4BzwA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdornTheAscent/~3/9PCr-e4BzwA/i-hate-old-men.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phillip)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chocolateandvodka.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-hate-old-men.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679187327043918565.post-1282812013672750840</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Jul 2008 09:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-04T19:35:34.404+09:30</atom:updated><title>So long, farewell!</title><description>A high school friend of mine, Caryn is leaving for Monash University in Melbourne today. So yesterday night, we had a dinner with her at The Curve in conjunction of her farewell. The dinner should have been on the previous friday or something but we just couldn't get it together. Hence explained the last-minuteness of this dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless we had a great night, started off with a wonderful jamie-oliver-inspired dinner at The Apartment, followed by another meal at Paddington House Of Pancakes (PHOP) cause we were not exactly full yet after the first meal. Sandwiched between munches and bites were a great amount of laughter and chatter along with a few occasional cam whoring moments. We jabbered on about too many trivial things for me to recall any of that now except the talk about Ivan's new hair style. It was the hottest topic that night. Lol. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251776235809866978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SOIOqU9JBOI/AAAAAAAAC70/x73-YavSxQ0/s400/DSC04770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251775319701477666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SOIN1AL4WSI/AAAAAAAAC7s/X6hgE1xbLu0/s400/DSC04782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiuqi's left arm, Horlee and William (Caryn's high school friend i think)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251776235853114994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SOIOqVHc7nI/AAAAAAAAC78/LPJhO4gtrqI/s400/DSC04773.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Caryn and I. :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251775317744423970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SOIN045SFCI/AAAAAAAAC7U/BVaKEqYhnyo/s400/DSC04776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me, along with the 2 who were the last to arrive, Xiuqi and Horlee. Ahh i didn't forget that! Haha.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251775318784485522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SOIN08xQKJI/AAAAAAAAC7M/QIWrCMRZ-oE/s400/DSC04774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My drink.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251775319045216770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SOIN09vamgI/AAAAAAAAC7c/PzqBqmyj2Gs/s400/DSC04777.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251775320404807154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SOIN1CzkTfI/AAAAAAAAC7k/-Rw2Jx0zoe0/s400/DSC04781.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We sorta shared everything so that everyone can have a taste of each dish that was ordered. We ordered 2 salads but i don't remember their names. So let's name them, the..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;First salad. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251774913193596082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SOINdV02VLI/AAAAAAAAC7E/tCvOuJ5LnKc/s400/DSC04789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the second salad.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251774468725027682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SOINDeDSM2I/AAAAAAAAC58/q9wYDCWjBGY/s400/DSC04790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know, right! Couldn't be any more appropriate. LOL!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Some spaghetti with chunks of fish fillet and olives. I don't remember the name again. Sue me.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251774910881023186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SOINdNNfRNI/AAAAAAAAC6k/hi01VbEwRZU/s400/DSC04783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spaghetti ala aglio olio. It was not bad but i have tasted better.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251774910470480162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SOINdLrm4SI/AAAAAAAAC6s/WNvvvUz70hk/s400/DSC04784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Chicken with Peach &amp;amp; Walnut. Unconventional but tasted kinda good actually. Lol.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251774912155787202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SOINdR9an8I/AAAAAAAAC60/cNaOxnjuqao/s400/DSC04786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Baked fish with tomato and cheeseee! Love the rocket leaves. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251774912164164754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SOINdR_adJI/AAAAAAAAC68/KQsk5VZKvh0/s400/DSC04787.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And my personal favourite - Chicken In A Bag! The sauce was so wonderfully creamy. :D&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251774473661575682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SOINDwcP8gI/AAAAAAAAC6M/kwz1zrWiO_0/s400/DSC04792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251774471577305762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SOINDorUgqI/AAAAAAAAC6E/e5ShZTVlDTs/s400/DSC04791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When the dinner was drawing to an end, Xiuqi, Horlee and I excused ourselves from the table with a generic excuse of 'going to the toilet' and sneaked to the other side of the bar counter to order a flaming lamborghini for Caryn as a farewell gift. After ordering the drink, we were mega distracted by these stools (for kids i assumed) and started taking pictures with them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Xiuqi &amp;amp; I.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251774478122898562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SOINEBD6VII/AAAAAAAAC6U/3RG51J3BsIo/s400/DSC04795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SOINEBD6VII/AAAAAAAAC6U/3RG51J3BsIo/s1600-h/DSC04795.JPG"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SOINEBD6VII/AAAAAAAAC6U/3RG51J3BsIo/s1600-h/DSC04795.JPG"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Xiuqi and her sexy legs. LOL.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251774487575009010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SOINEkReFvI/AAAAAAAAC6c/Wf8zAdZs7hg/s400/DSC04796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and Horlee.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251774098434267458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SOIMt6nFmUI/AAAAAAAAC5c/lEKxZGPZYrQ/s400/DSC04798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251774098717434466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SOIMt7qmYmI/AAAAAAAAC5k/C8dHzC0mpH4/s400/DSC04799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, &lt;em&gt;yours truly&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251774092795435874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SOIMtlmr22I/AAAAAAAAC5U/pmMes4DQDBY/s400/DSC04797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I know it's kinda weird to order flaming lamborghini at such a family restaurant. But we weren't planning to go to any bar or pub later. So yeah. I was surprised that it was even in the menu lor.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251774097759283026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SOIMt4GKJ1I/AAAAAAAAC5s/aI7fh1s_gkY/s400/DSC04800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many &lt;em&gt;keboh&lt;/em&gt; waiters watching.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251774099238424082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SOIMt9m0DhI/AAAAAAAAC50/kH4hUHStYl8/s400/DSC04803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha so cool. :D&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251773734899658562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SOIMYwVrr0I/AAAAAAAAC5M/T68zlGbZmss/s400/DSC04804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was impressed that Caryn was still very sober after the drink considering the fact that she doesn't drink usually. Fuiyoh don't mess! Haha. After that, we adjourned to Paddington House of Pancakes for another round cause we were not even remotely full after the first. Seriously, i thought the servings in The Apartment were ridiculously small for the price.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We chose PHOP cause pancakes seemed like the most ideal food to stuff a bunch of hungry people at that point of time. I mean, common sense would dictate that pancakes are very filling right? Lol. If you happen to be craving for pancakes, do drop by at PHOP. They offer a myriad varieties of different pancakes from all over the world. And all of them look so good! Damn those carbs!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, while browsing through their terribly thick (and heavy) menu, i was pretty amused. I swear most of their dishes have painfully long name okay. If someone bothered to mark the time, i have a feeling it took me at least 5 seconds to spit out the name of the dish that i was ordering. Eg: Dutch pannekoek with banana fritters, mandarins, peaches, cinnamon, nuts, whipped cream &amp;amp; double ice. Did you manage to catch that in one breath? Funny how they just have to include all the ingredients into the name.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I ordered this. Nachos with onions, tomatoes, cheese, etc as toppings! Pure bliss!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251772741096630306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SOILe6Ik6CI/AAAAAAAAC4k/Md1lWNxR4bg/s400/DSC04817.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251773731321722034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SOIMYjAotLI/AAAAAAAAC40/FNmXtSlUZ_I/s400/DSC04812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A closer inspection revealed the sexy melting cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251773730692734562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SOIMYgqrHmI/AAAAAAAAC4s/hWHQVkACems/s400/DSC04815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American pancakes with strawberries, nuts, honeycomb butter and vanilla ice cream.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251773732831213650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SOIMYoohuFI/AAAAAAAAC48/3N5LnCsExnI/s400/DSC04811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Paddington all day breakfast – chipolatas, turkey ham &amp;amp; hashbrown. Too bad it's not the real chipolatas which are made out of pork.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251773736968233906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SOIMY4C3o7I/AAAAAAAAC5E/1fVwlo5DiDc/s400/DSC04809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ivan's pannekoek with blueberries etc.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251772742519970802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 403px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="41" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SOILe_b7W_I/AAAAAAAAC4c/ZqWSazww2Po/s400/DSC04818.JPG" width="213" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pannekoek drizzled with unidentified sauce. To be frank, i didn't like this too much.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251772735402287522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SOILek68IaI/AAAAAAAAC4U/WfbY5yGInrU/s400/DSC04819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The servings in PHOP could put The Apartment to shame, man. And needless to say, we were bloated! *burp* :D Oh it was then that Caryn finally gave in to the alcohol and went completely flushed. Lol. She did the most random thing (i wouldn't say most actually) when she was slightly sloshed. She found herself a comb (i have no idea from who) and started messing with Ivan's hair! Lol. It was hilarious.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hello slightly sloshed Caryn.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251772734658813250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SOILeiJrnUI/AAAAAAAAC4M/rnEINikX5i0/s400/DSC04826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's a group picture with a half-stoned Caryn. LOL.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251772737766117074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SOILetuhTtI/AAAAAAAAC4E/v1stp_RJXaA/s400/DSC04828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Caryn, take care in aussie alright! I'll buzz you when i drop by Melbourne next year maybe during summer or whatever short break i have. Road trip to Melbourne. Wohooo! Can't wait. Lol. I'll even let you buy me lunch when i'm in Melb! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I found out from Xiuqi later that Caryn puked after that. I felt a twitch of guilt but it faded away swiftly. Not that i'm mean or anything. I'm a nice person mind you. It's just that i've always had this two cents that a farewell party will never be complete without booze. I think the booze kinda numbs the sadness of the person who is leaving. Think of the bright side, at least she didn't cry or anything. She was too stoned too. Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679187327043918565-1282812013672750840?l=chocolateandvodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AdornTheAscent/~4/QGgheiTx7QE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdornTheAscent/~3/QGgheiTx7QE/so-long-farewell.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phillip)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SOIOqU9JBOI/AAAAAAAAC70/x73-YavSxQ0/s72-c/DSC04770.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chocolateandvodka.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-long-farewell.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679187327043918565.post-1238952757974416513</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2008 13:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-29T18:52:31.406+09:30</atom:updated><title>Fun in the sun.</title><description>You know what i like? I like the faint smell of sunscreen that lingers on me even after shower. I think it smells awfully good. It's the kind of smell that i associate with the beach and the sun. And it just sets me right into my holiday mood dramatically. Besides, the smell of sunscreen makes me feel healthy, like i just finished swimming 5868 laps in the pool wtf. Wow severe case of delusion here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of sunscreen, i just finished mine a yesterday. Squeezed the poor tube till its very miserable end. Almost wanted to slit the damn thing but thought what the heck before throwing it, hesitatedly. Oh well, i need a new one now. Maybe &lt;a href="http://www.kiehls.com/_us/_en/sun/vital-sun-protection-lotion-spf-30.htm"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; from Kiehl's or whatever which is cheaper and equally good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bugger that, this post is not about sunscreen, not entirely anyway. Wanted to blog bout the water fun i had yesterday at Jiakai's place in Mont Kiara along with Hui Fen, Ian and Elaine Tay (a.k.a ET!) We spent almost the whole afternoon in the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing the many forms of Jiakai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sexy life guard.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249961521841964562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SNucMEncBhI/AAAAAAAACz0/YXUrXmeublo/s400/DSC04722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The bimbo.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249970665575196386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SNukgTrUpuI/AAAAAAAAC0U/U3mN6jyXIsE/s400/n510947660_564677_4963.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The &lt;em&gt;lala &lt;/em&gt;boy.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250258040221704754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SNyp3tqNojI/AAAAAAAAC2c/aXna26-uOFU/s400/n510947660_565091_3605.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The err, what? I have no clue, probably the face of an old lady having an orgasm wtf. Seriously i don't know. I made that up.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249959169841272546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SNuaDKuxluI/AAAAAAAACzM/cYZ7vedtWmc/s400/DSC04707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures to make up for the deficit of words. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ET just couldn't resist.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249970669062338322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SNukggquNxI/AAAAAAAAC0c/vBoJkSbJJEw/s400/n510947660_564678_5632.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet revenge by Jkai.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249970674303937922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SNukg0MarYI/AAAAAAAAC0k/O45tra3DBdw/s400/n510947660_564748_285.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ian : "Oh no, i think something evil is behind me." *Dum dum dum*&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249970679729266914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SNukhIZ6oOI/AAAAAAAAC0s/HYHFLBcZnqk/s400/n510947660_564848_8587.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The winner shall bring ET home! (sounds hardly like a prize thou hahaha)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250258037102245714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SNyp3iCed1I/AAAAAAAAC2k/kqPvOjcZ2YI/s400/n510947660_565146_5859.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Loser Jkai tricked Ian and I into jumping first. Just look at that idiot, pointing finger somemore. Yeah yeah very funny. Tsk tsk tsk.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249973630423059970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SNunM4mIzgI/AAAAAAAAC10/7rJuHaztf-I/s400/n510947660_565022_1956.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our turn to trick him. And he fell for it like a sucker.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249959170511385602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SNuaDNOitAI/AAAAAAAACzU/ruShbAlMjYU/s400/DSC04712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg the fatty's smiling wtf. Lol. Oh btw that's the ball that ET brought, at the top right corner. We had a hard time identifying what was the &lt;em&gt;thing&lt;/em&gt; in the ball. Apparently it's a dalmation, or whatever canidae disney character. We were playing 'monkey' with it cause we are cool like that.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249959178652908082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SNuaDrjoejI/AAAAAAAACzs/bsZ-teefCgw/s400/DSC04715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Practicing our water ballet routine for the coming Olympic. We're aiming for gold!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249973628952799106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SNunMzHmZ4I/AAAAAAAAC18/wDSUG8LltD4/s400/n510947660_565087_693.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Group picturee! I just noticed non of our eyes are open. HAHA wth.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251117835548004386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SN-32Y2OkCI/AAAAAAAAC28/JD6ZwrRVrg0/s400/n510947660_564850_507.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hui Fen swimming away from ET and Ian for whatever reasons.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249961528728697618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SNucMeRXOxI/AAAAAAAACz8/CJdjRTtFvk4/s400/DSC04723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Very nice. Thank you Elaine. You just HAD to, right? Lol. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250258036469151298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SNyp3friNkI/AAAAAAAAC2U/AUTU7GtvMyc/s400/n510947660_565016_5212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Stupid ET came into the gent's and robbed my hair dryer.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249961530040004754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SNucMjKAMJI/AAAAAAAAC0E/KPF4amauvnw/s400/DSC04724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249961538791586322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SNucNDwiuhI/AAAAAAAAC0M/MYq_QRBShSQ/s400/DSC04725.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so out-of-place beside the 2 couples man. Lol. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249972898778377362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SNumiTAc7JI/AAAAAAAAC1c/gOUFxd00WAk/s400/n510947660_565007_6850.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249972897719830674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SNumiPEEyJI/AAAAAAAAC1M/4oiHzo9FcPg/s400/n510947660_564926_1129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249973627276447762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SNunMs37UBI/AAAAAAAAC1k/C32zSydKN-I/s400/n510947660_565008_7606.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249972895921046914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SNumiIXNhYI/AAAAAAAAC1U/xiBU4J8r_1s/s400/n510947660_565006_6217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249972890434495602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SNumhz7HZHI/AAAAAAAAC1E/i9UGcd4DqvA/s400/n510947660_564923_9006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249972888040325570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SNumhrATQcI/AAAAAAAAC08/1s4TJYtsV0E/s400/n510947660_564922_8289.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my moronic high school friends (except Ian) and i love them to bits. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7679187327043918565-1238952757974416513?l=chocolateandvodka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AdornTheAscent/~4/f8FdZgNUgyU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdornTheAscent/~3/f8FdZgNUgyU/fun-in-sun.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Phillip)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/SNucMEncBhI/AAAAAAAACz0/YXUrXmeublo/s72-c/DSC04722.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chocolateandvodka.blogspot.com/2008/06/fun-in-sun.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

