<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271018700282078257</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:59:07.257+08:00</updated><category term='Chocorons'/><category term='runway 101'/><category term='Chocolate Pastimes'/><category term='Chocotaining'/><category term='Chocostories'/><category term='Malaysian Dreamgirl'/><category term='Chocolates Events and Me'/><title type='text'>Everything Is Written In Your Heart</title><subtitle type='html'>When You Find Your Place that your hearts belong you'll never leave.And you're free to begin again, and you free to believe When You live Your dreams You'll destiny Is Written in your Heart. 
一段爱情会带来痛苦和悲伤他肯定带给你很多快乐的时光爱就是这样。。。。</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14733848997445427333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271018700282078257.post-3705053633762345383</id><published>2010-09-12T13:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T13:46:08.210+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='runway 101'/><title type='text'>Runway 101 is back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Runway 101, the first ever runway show in HELP University College is back with a big bang and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;this time its louder, bigger and has more attractive prizes to be won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Organized  by the Institute of Public Relations Malaysia Student Association  (IPRMSA), Runway 101 is an event that serves as a platform for female  students of HELP University College &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;to  bring out their hidden talent and dying passion to become a model. This  show will give students a platform to achieve their dream on to become a  model and at the same time give them real-life experience on modeling  world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;As  a part of the society’s community service, IPRMSA will be giving a part  of the ticket sales profit to Mercy Malaysia, a volunteer relief  organization that provides medical and humanitarian services to the  needy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;IPRMSA’s  biggest event of the year promises the winner a gown from one of  Malaysia’s top designers, Amir Luqman, worth RM2500. Not only that, the  winner will be entitled to a RM450 worth of portfolio photoshoot by  Baddogz Studio and RM1000 in cash. With prizes so attractive, what are  you waiting for? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Come join us and show us your best catwalk at our audition dates as below:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: medium; margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;You may stand a chance to win and be hailed as HELP’s top model!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: medium; margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: medium; margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Audition Dates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: medium; margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: medium; margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;15 September 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: medium; margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Wisma HELP- Activity Room 2 and 3 (Level 5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: medium; margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;10am – 4pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: medium; margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: medium; margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;17 September 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: medium; margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Main Block – Lower Fower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;10am – 4pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More information log on to http://iprmsa-huc.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271018700282078257-3705053633762345383?l=everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3705053633762345383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271018700282078257&amp;postID=3705053633762345383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/3705053633762345383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/3705053633762345383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/09/runway-101-is-back.html' title='Runway 101 is back'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14733848997445427333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271018700282078257.post-807106365173519054</id><published>2010-06-21T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T23:09:02.415+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chocotaining'/><title type='text'>Drive-Through ATM</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;We know that drive-through is very common these days especially when you are getting late to go to work (because you woke up half and hour before work starts) and drive-through fast food chains (then girls start complaining that she is fat, bla bla bla but then still continue eating) will be your gateway to heaven.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I am just wondering, if and only if, one day we have drive through ATM’s across the country, I believe signs are needed to explain the whole procedure of withdrawing the money from selected ATMs.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Male Signs will read like this:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;1. Drive up to the cash machine.      &lt;br /&gt;2. Put down your car window.       &lt;br /&gt;3. Insert card into machine and enter PIN.       &lt;br /&gt;4. Enter amount of cash required and withdraw.       &lt;br /&gt;5. Retrieve card, cash and receipt.       &lt;br /&gt;6. Put window up.       &lt;br /&gt;7. Drive off.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Female, on the other hand will have a longer list:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;1. Drive up to cash machine.      &lt;br /&gt;2. Reverse and back up the required amount to align car window with the machine.       &lt;br /&gt;3. Set parking brake, put the window down.       &lt;br /&gt;4. Find handbag, remove all contents on to passenger seat to locate card.       &lt;br /&gt;5. Tell person on cell phone you will call them back and hang up.       &lt;br /&gt;6. Attempt to insert card into machine.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;7. Open car door to allow easier access to machine due to its excessive distance from the car.      &lt;br /&gt;8. Insert card.       &lt;br /&gt;9. Re-insert card the right way.       &lt;br /&gt;10. Dig through handbag to find diary with your PIN written on the inside back page.       &lt;br /&gt;11. Enter PIN.       &lt;br /&gt;12. Press cancel and re-enter correct PIN.       &lt;br /&gt;13. Enter amount of cash required.       &lt;br /&gt;14. Check makeup in rear view mirror.       &lt;br /&gt;15. Retrieve cash and receipt.       &lt;br /&gt;16. Empty handbag again to locate wallet and place cash inside.       &lt;br /&gt;17. Write deposit amount in check register and place receipt in back of checkbook.       &lt;br /&gt;18. Re-check makeup.       &lt;br /&gt;19. Drive forward 2 feet.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;20. Reverse back to cash machine.      &lt;br /&gt;21. Retrieve card.       &lt;br /&gt;22. Re-empty hand bag, locate card holder, and place card into the slot provided.       &lt;br /&gt;23. Give appropriate one-fingered hand signal to irate male driver waiting behind you.       &lt;br /&gt;24. Restart stalled engine and pull off.       &lt;br /&gt;25. Redial person on cell phone.       &lt;br /&gt;26. Drive for 2 to 3 miles.       &lt;br /&gt;27. Release Parking Brake.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Credit goes to &lt;a title="http://www.101funjokes.com/women_jokes.htm" href="http://www.101funjokes.com/women_jokes.htm"&gt;http://www.101funjokes.com/women_jokes.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271018700282078257-807106365173519054?l=everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/807106365173519054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271018700282078257&amp;postID=807106365173519054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/807106365173519054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/807106365173519054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/06/drive-through-atm.html' title='Drive-Through ATM'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14733848997445427333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271018700282078257.post-8084253692685983182</id><published>2009-08-19T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T14:05:00.238+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chocotaining'/><title type='text'>The Collection Story of A man</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I’m sorry I couldn’t blog about Langkawi at the moment due to I am away from my computer. This blog post is at the moment automatically post my itself while I’m away. Anyway I hope you enjoy it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It was one fine day when I decided to sit down and write things about men. In my research, I realize :&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;(1)&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Nice men are always ugly (Oh Lord so true). They sound so nice on the telephone. When you look at them, lord you just wanna tell them to get a facial at Elizabeth Arden.   &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;(2)&amp;#160; Found a guy who are as handsome as Brad Pitt, James Marsden etc.? Think again nice men are not that nice!!! They will make you open the door yourself and not a real gentlemen.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;(3) When you found the men are handsome and nice, so what THEY ARE GAY!!!. (Awwwww Man. Just so sorry for the girls)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;(4) Notice the handsome , nice and heterosexual men in your office. 5 minutes later, you came out crying to your friend because you notice a diamond ring on his finger.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;(5) Yeah yeah yeah, what bout you are looking for men who are not so handsome but yet nice? Devastatingly they have no ‘ka ching’&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;(6) Then we have the nice men who are not handsome, ended up thinking we are only after their money (Now it’s our turn to sound so cheapo)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;(7) Handsome men then, but they have no money, what do they do ? After our money instead!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;(8) Sigh…… I am already depressed when you see handsome men, who are not so nice and somewhat straight shoot us straight in the face saying ‘You ain’t that beautiful Hon!”   &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;(9) We were complemented by the heterosexuals that we are beautiful, they are nice and have money!!! BUUTTTTTT waaaaaaaaaaaaaait!!! THEY ARE COWARDS!!!    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;(10) Now let’s just say (well actually it happens) that they are men who are somewhat handsome, nice, have money and thank HEAVEN!!! EARTH!!! WHOEVER IT IS!!! They are heterosexual………..then you found out they are shy and NEVER MAKE THE FIRST MOVE!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;(11) Last but not least, men who never make the first move, automatically lose interest in us when we make the first move…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;IN THE END, HOW BORING CAN IT BE!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271018700282078257-8084253692685983182?l=everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8084253692685983182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271018700282078257&amp;postID=8084253692685983182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/8084253692685983182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/8084253692685983182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/collection-story-of-man.html' title='The Collection Story of A man'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14733848997445427333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271018700282078257.post-382447801524689374</id><published>2009-08-16T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T15:43:00.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When You’ve Decided To Resign</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I was so bored in the office that I was thinking of resigning earlier than usual due to some stress so I chatted with one of my MSN friends. Here is the conversation: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Dennis: Eh, So sien lar working here. Nothing exciting and somemore the people in here are all weird. Can help me to write one resignation later ar?     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Louis : Oh that’s easy.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;Dear Miss Irene Choo,      &lt;br /&gt;I resign.       &lt;br /&gt;Thank you.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;Lots of Love,      &lt;br /&gt;Dennis. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Dennis: Hello are you like trying to play a fool?! Be more formal lar. Polite a bit mar then I got better reference in future&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Louis : So mahuan!! Hanah Hanah.!! Help to write oledy somemore complain.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#80ffff"&gt;Dear Miss Irene Choo,      &lt;br /&gt;I would like to resign from my current position therefore here is my resignation letter.       &lt;br /&gt;Nah here is the letter lar.       &lt;br /&gt;Thank you.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#80ffff"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#80ffff"&gt;Yours truly,      &lt;br /&gt;Dennis&lt;/font&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Dennis: Oiii!! Lu apa macam?! So short nia! Tell lar at least some reason why I don’t wan work!! If not later where can get away from this stupid job.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Louis : You wanna kena izzit?! Why don’t you write yourself lar! You think so easy ar?! Demand so much. So cheong hei. Nah this one lar.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff80"&gt;Dear Miss Irene Choo,      &lt;br /&gt;I started my work here since two weeks ago. Since then I have no time to teman my lover.Then my lover get angry. Then when angry, my lover don’t wan choy me liao. Then after I alone, I feel sad. When I am sad, my work depreciated. When that happens, the company performances no good. When the performances not good then, then you kena report. When you kena report, then you also feel sad. When you are also sad, you become like me, work depreciated.       &lt;br /&gt;So you see Miss Irene, I am just doing it for your good sake and I think for you.       &lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell, I resign lar.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff80"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff80"&gt;Signed,      &lt;br /&gt;Dennis       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Louis:The last resort and you really have to go just pack your bag, go into her room and say   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#008000"&gt;I QUIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271018700282078257-382447801524689374?l=everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/382447801524689374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271018700282078257&amp;postID=382447801524689374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/382447801524689374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/382447801524689374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-youve-decided-to-resign.html' title='When You’ve Decided To Resign'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14733848997445427333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271018700282078257.post-6289578577029075536</id><published>2009-08-15T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T14:03:00.629+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chocolates Events and Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chocotaining'/><title type='text'>Langkawi, Here We Go Part 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Kepada semua readersku, first of all I would like to confess, I DIDN’T TAG SHARON AND THE GANG AS ANIMALS. INI ADALAH SEMUA KERJA LAM KOK KEONG. SEGALA KESULITAN ADALAH AMAT DIKESALI. SEKIAN TERIMA KASEH.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Secondly, I officially inform all my readers that Cheong Yi Shan’s new name is Gisele.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Thirdly, good luck to Hui Neng’s trip to HK. In just another 2 days, I will be back to Penang for Be’s graduation day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Let’s continue with Langkawi trip. Must be reaaaaaaal long you guys waited. Phew!!! After climbing up and down, we’ve finally reached the curve bridge. Let me show you the beautiful scenery you can see from here:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SoGbMe8TfEI/AAAAAAAAAfo/qqSiQaGcnU0/s1600-h/NewFolder11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="New Folder" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="312" alt="New Folder" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SoGbNe6FxrI/AAAAAAAAAfs/EHA_BDEeYDU/NewFolder_thumb9.jpg?imgmax=800" width="407" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Suddenly we have both MC to introduce us how high are we from sea level, which I found it quite scary &amp;amp; irritating for a CLAUSTAPHOBIA person like me:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SoGbOF8YpxI/AAAAAAAAAfw/_P6Kv8SG5Gg/s1600-h/IMG_03584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_0358" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="289" alt="IMG_0358" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SoGbOzMKMtI/AAAAAAAAAf0/dSJA7RIvNhQ/IMG_0358_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="381" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Now we know which &lt;strike&gt;monkey &lt;/strike&gt;&amp;#160; person took the photos from the previous post. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;From this trip, I learn the first golden rule about people. The first rule is&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;NEVER TO ALLOW OR LET VAIN POTS, CAMWHORES &amp;amp; POSERS to own a camera or else it will end up like this :&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SoGbPxQSmSI/AAAAAAAAAf4/dBkjdQ1d3us/s1600-h/P72400221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="P7240022" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="261" alt="P7240022" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SoGbQrm5ZbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/ehGMKUKnpGs/P7240022_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="343" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Yeeeeehhaaaaaaaa!!! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SoGbRomdTKI/AAAAAAAAAgA/kAw5A45EvPo/s1600-h/DSCN18911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCN1891" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="343" alt="DSCN1891" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SoGbSQONcBI/AAAAAAAAAgE/MvW1iROJMVw/DSCN1891_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="261" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The-trying-to-be-a-hard-metal-sign Uncle&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SoGbTNlVDyI/AAAAAAAAAgI/TijwwGyCn5c/s1600-h/IMG_01631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_0163" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="322" alt="IMG_0163" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SoGbT-rMaZI/AAAAAAAAAgM/n_rkFeJSlpg/IMG_0163_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="245" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The ‘peace’ symbol with Teresa Teng Lookalike&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SoGbUwF9OMI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/qZMtIn1zPRI/s1600-h/IMG_03841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_0384" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="323" alt="IMG_0384" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SoGbVVjtZnI/AAAAAAAAAgU/Os-oMrB8AQE/IMG_0384_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="246" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The-telling-you-how-beautiful-it-is position&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well I would say this is the best place to actually take pictures as they are too B-E-A-U tiful&amp;#160; to resist. Here’s where we had our group shot.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SoGbWboAleI/AAAAAAAAAgY/zMklvPvwkbU/s1600-h/DSCN18873.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCN1887" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="271" alt="DSCN1887" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SoGbXCpzCQI/AAAAAAAAAgc/r0EaAE-JuNg/DSCN1887_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="356" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here we have The Sound Of Music children : Just Kurang Satu~    &lt;br /&gt;Do Re Mi Fa So La Ti&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Yi Shan: Peace!!!!     &lt;br /&gt;Hui Neng: Blek!! I am just so Cuuuuuuuuteeeeeee     &lt;br /&gt;Kar Yern : Dunno wat to do. SMILE LAR Easiest!!     &lt;br /&gt;Sharon : Pouting my lips like Angelina Jolie     &lt;br /&gt;Foo Sing : Too hot till my eyes tak boleh bukak~     &lt;br /&gt;Kok Keong : Trying to act cute~ Kekekeke~&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then things got a bit wild…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SoGbX5nGlrI/AAAAAAAAAgg/dEXOfM79FrA/s1600-h/DSCN18883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCN1888" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="262" alt="DSCN1888" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SoGbYsoLNoI/AAAAAAAAAgk/LouFDkPKRrY/DSCN1888_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="344" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We then met a couple from HK. Lansi like shit. Shit also not that Lansi… To take our group shot is like to ask them to drink poison.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SoGbZfivZQI/AAAAAAAAAgo/xuzIlO8uOmI/s1600-h/3037693239_bc9c43d2e74.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="3037693239_bc9c43d2e7" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="196" alt="3037693239_bc9c43d2e7" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SoGbZ-rqn2I/AAAAAAAAAgs/QOyxDEexUIc/3037693239_bc9c43d2e7_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="271" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Who cares~ Well this is our group shot then…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SoGba21EXLI/AAAAAAAAAgw/p6EybGyDG_w/s1600-h/P72400374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="P7240037" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="302" alt="P7240037" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SoGbbuxd98I/AAAAAAAAAg0/84OrR3TE418/P7240037_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We continue moving around and snapping photos. While Kar Yern…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SoGbckgfNII/AAAAAAAAAg4/_-4cL8SjF4A/s1600-h/DSCN19033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCN1903" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="287" alt="DSCN1903" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SoGbdAG7h9I/AAAAAAAAAg8/1wsffHyjQMY/DSCN1903_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="377" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;KY : Sigh~ I’m so depressed. Wait a Minute~ What’s down there?Woo hooo!!! 2 Cuties looking real hot~&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;While Hui Neng &amp;amp; Yi Shan learning to be a model&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SoGbe4mJcBI/AAAAAAAAAhA/WR2qN8Rv_RI/s1600-h/IMG_03743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_0374" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="366" alt="IMG_0374" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SoGbfh2J5pI/AAAAAAAAAhE/e6VGTmCTSek/IMG_0374_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="278" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Without fail ‘Tai Mei’ must look the same&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SoGbgRo71KI/AAAAAAAAAhI/6ffOIzvCI9I/s1600-h/IMG_01343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_0134" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="249" alt="IMG_0134" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SoGbgz3cppI/AAAAAAAAAhM/vTaJFtKQQi4/IMG_0134_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="327" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Foo Sing trying to show the public in doing great TaiChi:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SoGbhz_PN8I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/LopGY5qIoBQ/s1600-h/IMG_03773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_0377" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="421" alt="IMG_0377" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SoGbik8xi2I/AAAAAAAAAhU/WLrSkkxQfY0/IMG_0377_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Me &amp;amp; Be Doing this:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SoGbjqboBJI/AAAAAAAAAhY/rkYlYbTriVw/s1600-h/IMG_03753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_0375" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="396" alt="IMG_0375" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SoGbkTWr5MI/AAAAAAAAAhc/wjRhrZ4VfSc/IMG_0375_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="301" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Photographer trying his best angle…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And we have the model to look like this :&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SoGblJbDN9I/AAAAAAAAAhg/fyglWUz5iqQ/s1600-h/24072009_048%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="24072009_048" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="341" alt="24072009_048" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SoGbl8fJbEI/AAAAAAAAAhk/K4wSnogtjSU/24072009_048_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="259" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Simply because it’s something new, everybody just decides to follow…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SoGbmldnb5I/AAAAAAAAAho/PdQGmU0E9eY/s1600-h/DSCN1897%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCN1897" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="374" alt="DSCN1897" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SoGbnCi-EhI/AAAAAAAAAhs/HYYxUiPfFo0/DSCN1897_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="284" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SoGbn8bQ1PI/AAAAAAAAAhw/gGk0xW5-Osg/s1600-h/IMG_0153%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_0153" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="356" alt="IMG_0153" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SoGbon9yavI/AAAAAAAAAh0/-AmD9WhJa8w/IMG_0153_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="271" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SoGbpYF2irI/AAAAAAAAAh4/xeOC5OB6mis/s1600-h/IMG_0376%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_0376" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="364" alt="IMG_0376" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SoGbp3zh_xI/AAAAAAAAAh8/cZ-hw8IhJPU/IMG_0376_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="278" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SoGbqhaVSeI/AAAAAAAAAiA/-VBKHcqK0U0/s1600-h/P1030913%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="P1030913" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="386" alt="P1030913" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SoGbrf2ymKI/AAAAAAAAAiE/lbTQLkoSXus/P1030913_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="294" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then we have somebody to try a new way, she was somehow or rather given duties to remove the Hill Machinchang, and she tried so hard but to no avail…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SoGbsZunHDI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hErdbigxQwo/s1600-h/IMG_0155%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_0155" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="264" alt="IMG_0155" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SoGbs6yKDTI/AAAAAAAAAiM/f_2yXuEWNrE/IMG_0155_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="347" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;How can we leave this lovely place without a group shot people.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SoGbuA70l8I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/4clPhnIcMNg/s1600-h/IMG_0396%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_0396" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="291" alt="IMG_0396" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SoGbvF7chDI/AAAAAAAAAiU/QKWWSUAI5-g/IMG_0396_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="357" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And then, lord have mercy we have to climb all the way back just to take that cable car.. How un-user friendly. Up, up , up &amp;amp; not away….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We’re back to the Oriental Village.. there were have a small petting zoo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We met Doe, the female deer. Feeding them &lt;strike&gt;cause they probably starved to death waiting for visitors.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SoGbwvrE69I/AAAAAAAAAiY/djF5Kp0cdhQ/s1600-h/P7240053%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="P7240053" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="276" alt="P7240053" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SoGbxGMituI/AAAAAAAAAic/NOlEGC0bHsI/P7240053_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="363" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We’ll now I’m off!!! Next the mystery of 7 Wells unveils!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271018700282078257-6289578577029075536?l=everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6289578577029075536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271018700282078257&amp;postID=6289578577029075536' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/6289578577029075536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/6289578577029075536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/langkawi-here-we-go-part-4.html' title='Langkawi, Here We Go Part 4'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14733848997445427333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SoGbNe6FxrI/AAAAAAAAAfs/EHA_BDEeYDU/s72-c/NewFolder_thumb9.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271018700282078257.post-668610241378096024</id><published>2009-08-12T00:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T00:34:24.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irritating Facts About MSNing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Instant Messaging (IM) is a way of communication using your eyes and fingers in the 21st century. MSN is one of the most popular tool of communication in the cyber age.    &lt;br /&gt;I confessed that I am addicted to MSN but there are some MSN etiquette that needs serious attention or I’ll end up bashing the monitor. What’s worse is you’ll end up never to seeing me online again in a million years.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;Too many emoticons.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;I empathize you for being extra emo when your boyfriend dumps you but doesn’t mean that you can just over do it. It ended up making my eyes go cuckoo. Sometimes it is so infectious that it made me followed along the way &amp;amp; I need 1000 years to make my own remedies to undo the spell!! Like hellooooooooooooo….Lu tau sepelllllll corn-ci-derake kar?!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;CAPITAL LETTERS&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;CAPS ARE TO EXPRESS EXTREME EMOTIONS EG. ANGRY, SCREAMING ETC. IT IS REAL DISTRACTING WHEN YOU TYPE YOUR LETTERS IN CAPS AND I MIGHT PERCEIVE IT THAT YOU ARE ANGRY. I’M NOW TYPING LIKE THIS IS BECAUSE I AM PISSED NOW SO IT THE TIME YOU KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT AND START OPENING YOUR EARS.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;The letter ZZZZZzzzzzzzzz&lt;/font&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;I noezzz youzzzz are soz sienzzzzzzzzzzz waitingzzz forzzz mezz to replyzzzz youz juzzz becauzz youzzz waitedz forz mezzzz tozz replyzz forzz a gadzillionz yearzzzz andz youzz startedzzz to ZZZZZZzzzzz. It’zzzz darnzzzzzz agitatingzzzzzzzz addingzzz Z’s in every wordzzzz you typezzzzz. Sighzzzzzzz. No commentzzzz. Haizzzzzz.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;The one word one line typing&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;I &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Know &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;That &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;You &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Are &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Quite &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Fast &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;In &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Typing &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;And &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;It’s &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;A &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Real &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Pain &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;In &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;The &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Ass &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;For &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Me &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;To &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Scroll &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Up &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Down &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;So &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Why &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Don’t &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;I &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Just &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Block &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;You&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sekian&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Terima&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Kasih. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;Font Colours (Highlight Below)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#0b0028"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;It is understandable that you have your own “classy’ colours to match with your computer background or maybe your own dress but doesn’t mean that you need to have colours to blend in with the background. Most of us ( at least that’s me) think that simple and presentable is nice besides you are not auditioning for the world’s best font colours anyway. Your “prime minister” words are so important that I have to highlight every single sentence is it?!&lt;/font&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;Nudging persistently&lt;/font&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Isn’t it annoying when you were typing some really long sentences and somebody out of nowhere decides to molest you with his/her nudging and half of your important sentences went to the other window? If you are horny, please harass your lover rather than somebody else. Worst part is my computer starts to hang and I haven’t save my assignments yet!!!! So pathetic!!! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If I were to send this to someone:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;DennisTM: Hey, Can I &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;*Anonymous just send you a nudge!*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In his/her window:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Fuck you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What would happen later?    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;The BRB word&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Leaving your computer aside by saying BRB(Be Right Back) is acceptable when you need to go to the loo but don’t abuse it!! I am lazy to explain this..Take a look here:     &lt;br /&gt;Dennis : Hi     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;A* : Hello.Eh sorry ar I brb for a while     &lt;br /&gt;Dennis: Ok Wait for u lar..    &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;After 5 minutes     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;10 minutes     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;20 minutes     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Half An hour     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A* :Sorry I gtg now chat with u next time bye!    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;A* may not reply because he/she is offline&lt;/font&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;GOSH!!! After waiting so long, they can even have to courtesy to say Bye…What’s up with the BRB?! If you are busy, go offline or don’t bother to reply if you are greeted!!! You spastic worm!!!! MY GAWD!! Some people just need a 5 dollar slap in the face….     &lt;br /&gt;*Gasping for Air* &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271018700282078257-668610241378096024?l=everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/668610241378096024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271018700282078257&amp;postID=668610241378096024' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/668610241378096024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/668610241378096024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/irritating-facts-about-msning.html' title='Irritating Facts About MSNing'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14733848997445427333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271018700282078257.post-408060340264156854</id><published>2009-05-12T13:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T23:32:39.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Runway 101: Registraion is now OPEN!</title><content type='html'>We might be quiet these days but IPRMSA is all geared up and ready to present to you our first even Runway 101, a model search competition for HELP Female Students Only. So what are you waiting for? Don’t just sit back, relax and enjoy. “Doll” yourself up with the outfit that shouts out your personality and begin strutting in your living room. Then arrive at our audition venue with full of confidence. You know what they say “ You are what you wear!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Audition Details:&lt;br /&gt;(1)   22nd May 2009 – from 12.00 noon to 3.00pm Activity Room 2 &amp;amp; 3, Level 5,  Wisma HELP&lt;br /&gt;(2)   27th May 2009- from 12.30pm to 2.00pm LH7 &amp;amp; LH8, Main Block&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come by fully prepared to the auditions with the best outfit, personality, your  “Amber Chia” pout lips and impress the judges. High heels are plus points. Imagine you are wearing something that you just got up from bed to audition in front of Tyra Banks. Oh not to forget the&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;first 50 contestants who register now will walk away with a free goody bag. Registration is FREE!! Do not worry about you catwalk as FREE CATWALK CLASS IS PROVIDED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;SEND YOUR DETAILS TO : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:majin32000@gmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;majin32000@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:iprmsa.help@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;iprmsa.help@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(FULL NAME,STUDENT ID, DEPARMENT, DAY OF AUDITION(22nd or 27th May), EMAIL &amp;amp; CONTACT NUMBER)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worry not be able to look as hot as you wish?? Say no more!! IPRMSA will provide you a&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FREE one hour Make&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Up Workshop by Clinique.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; All you have to do is just register with the given email and VOILA! You will receive another&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;goody bag worth RM200&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO INDICATE IN THE EMAIL THAT YOU ARE COMING FOR THIS WORKSHOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Workshop Details:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20th May (12.30pm - 2.00pm)&lt;br /&gt;Venue :Theatrette Main Block&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After long hours and eyes straining, the judges will choose 12 eligible models to “battle” in our Runway 101 &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Finale on the 5th of June 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; You will show your stuff in front of the audience during our Fashion Show with clothes sponsored by &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COLOURS and DESMOND CHOK COUTURE HOUSE!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; So bring your BIG FAMILY to come support you as there are votings involved. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ticket to the FINALE is charged only RM10 inclusive of refreshments. The first 50 person will walk away with a goody bag as well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Winners will walk away not only CASH prizes but also products sponsored by MYC and Clinique!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  This is an experience of a lifetime if you have never modeled before. You might not have the chance to wear Versace, Yves Saint Laurent or Prada but this event promise you an enjoyable night that you will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;SO WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?? REGISTER NOW FOR THE AUDITION AND BE PART OF THIS GLAMOUROUS NIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for more news and updates. Tips will be given these few days on how to enhance your confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dennis-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271018700282078257-408060340264156854?l=everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/408060340264156854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271018700282078257&amp;postID=408060340264156854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/408060340264156854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/408060340264156854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-might-be-quiet-these-days-but-iprmsa.html' title='Runway 101: Registraion is now OPEN!'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14733848997445427333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271018700282078257.post-8084954343903815356</id><published>2009-04-08T11:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T11:57:11.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Runway 101: Are You The One ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rN6qc-2WwTk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rN6qc-2WwTk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271018700282078257-8084954343903815356?l=everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8084954343903815356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271018700282078257&amp;postID=8084954343903815356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/8084954343903815356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/8084954343903815356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/runway-101-are-you-one.html' title='Runway 101: Are You The One ?'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14733848997445427333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271018700282078257.post-6704764317160154953</id><published>2009-03-27T00:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T01:28:21.078+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chocostories'/><title type='text'>Life Of A Leather Bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;is what I thought of after hours of eyes straining reading the novel ‘Confession of a Shopaholic’ Here’s how it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made out of brown genuine leather, it was newly made in the factory named J.K.G.C, it is just like any other affordable brands you can get off the shelves. The first user who bought it was quite an abusive one. He threw it everywhere after he reaches home and would only find it somewhere from the pile of rubbish then next day. Never a single day he did appreciate J.K.G.C. Not longer than two months, this user left the bag in the dump where nobody would find it just because it didn’t match the clothes this user had. For months J.K.G.C was left alone but it thought miracles do happen when a rich man, A, discovered it in the lurking alley and found it unusual. Both of them became closer than best friends. Everyday without fail he would polish the bag till it glows and never left it alone wherever he goes. Fairy tales turns to nightmares when for once again the lady who lived with him threw it away to the rubbish bin. Luck sided the lady for A, the fanatic bag lover couldn’t locate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.K.G.C did not give up as It believe one day somebody will discover the beauty within. A beggar in the street ended picking it up andsold it to a second-hand shop. J.K.G.C will never forget that very day when B, a poor, frugal but hardworking man bought it home as he uncover the attractiveness, not only the outside but the also the inside of it. He cleaned it with determination and with additional accessories, it transformed into bags that looks like any Yves Saint Laurent or Gucci bag that you pay retail; gorgeous, stunning and absolutely functional. It’s not like any other Tommy Hilfiger, Dior or Harrods you get from stores, this bag works its way to the maximum Top designers offered big bucks to buy the design from B which he refuses. 2 years down the line you may say, without fail the bag works its magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A new phase has established when B began to afford exquisite bags. At the time present, he never ever look down on J.K.G.C and has never laid an eye when he passed through those outlets but it afraid, afraid of losing the master’s love and interest, how they gone through the worst times, from the time when it holds and protects documents neatly to transforming it into shelter during rain. J.K.G.C saw what had become. It would never achieve the fame of a Prada, nor it will surpass the name of a Givenchy. The fact is, it still bears the logo J.K.G.C, made and sold in any other shops in working class streets, affordable by anyone, in a 20 dollar shop. All it can do is wait, waiting for time for one day, maybe one day, B would dump it for a Jimmy Choo’s. Now all the best thing to do is cherish the precious time together with B for, J.K.G.C might be abandoned and not be handy to any buyers on one fine day…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271018700282078257-6704764317160154953?l=everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6704764317160154953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271018700282078257&amp;postID=6704764317160154953' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/6704764317160154953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/6704764317160154953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-of-leather-bag.html' title='Life Of A Leather Bag'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14733848997445427333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271018700282078257.post-4182855147673109914</id><published>2009-03-19T16:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T16:41:03.867+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chocorons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chocotaining'/><title type='text'>When A Couple Goes For Dinner..</title><content type='html'>Everything could have happen especially having indecisive decision.&lt;br /&gt;Before I move on I would like to say that the first runway show in MIST CLUB was fantastic!!I will blog about it in my next post (providing I have the pictures ready!)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here's the comic strip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/ScIET8lhdzI/AAAAAAAAASU/M0fl_c6gA_k/s1600-h/ATT00000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 279px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/ScIET8lhdzI/AAAAAAAAASU/M0fl_c6gA_k/s400/ATT00000.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314815250978142002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/ScIET9NnMCI/AAAAAAAAASc/cONWmA5-BNk/s1600-h/ATT00001.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/ScIET9NnMCI/AAAAAAAAASc/cONWmA5-BNk/s400/ATT00001.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314815251146289186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/ScIEUI1cP1I/AAAAAAAAASk/jjLrnZQZSKw/s1600-h/ATT00002.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/ScIEUI1cP1I/AAAAAAAAASk/jjLrnZQZSKw/s400/ATT00002.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314815254266134354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/ScIEUJKuPDI/AAAAAAAAASs/M0XzCzPDleo/s1600-h/ATT00003.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 306px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/ScIEUJKuPDI/AAAAAAAAASs/M0XzCzPDleo/s400/ATT00003.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314815254355393586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/ScIDQq9yKhI/AAAAAAAAARs/0ulGWfBsc04/s1600-h/ATT00003.jpeg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271018700282078257-4182855147673109914?l=everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4182855147673109914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271018700282078257&amp;postID=4182855147673109914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/4182855147673109914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/4182855147673109914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-couple-goes-for-dinner.html' title='When A Couple Goes For Dinner..'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14733848997445427333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/ScIET8lhdzI/AAAAAAAAASU/M0fl_c6gA_k/s72-c/ATT00000.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271018700282078257.post-6579950646847700605</id><published>2009-03-14T23:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T16:34:51.698+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chocolates Events and Me'/><title type='text'>Closed Audition of MDG:Tune Hotel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/Sbvas-YsuLI/AAAAAAAAARM/84-W1SDoBwk/s1600-h/DSC_3784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313080651609323698" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 218px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/Sbvas-YsuLI/AAAAAAAAARM/84-W1SDoBwk/s320/DSC_3784.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; Julie, Me, Elaine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SbvZSEh2jrI/AAAAAAAAAQc/l960reUAtsM/s1600-h/DSC_3667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313079089890234034" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 190px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SbvZSEh2jrI/AAAAAAAAAQc/l960reUAtsM/s320/DSC_3667.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Judging with Elegance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Was freaky as I heard many ghastly stories of that old building. It was a hospital previously before it became DE hotel today. Anyway I departed from my ‘pondok’ earlier to hunt for that very place. I asked my friends for directions. They replied “TUNE HOTEL?! Apa Hotel tu? Tak pernah dengarlah! or “ That haunted place? Goodness you are staying there?! Better bring a rosary with you!! Hearing all of this gave me Goosebumps. Besides I had encounter with the supernatural. Yer better don’t talk about it first. Some ladies arrived at 12 o’clock sharp and some bust in later. One particular girl that angered me was Acha. She came in like somesort of diva with that sunglasses. I was like “Late already still wanna action.” But then she is not that bad after knowing her after all. You’ll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313080621174712306" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 303px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SbvarNAhZ_I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/CySI94tWR4w/s320/IMG_9597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had to send the girls to Capxion at about 2. Lord have mercy so hot the weather. So these girls start their stuff. Shawn Cutler came in and gave them some makeover for their hair. So busy. Then some of them so busy taking pictures. Then the photoshoot session was ready. Seriously they can pose like crazy. It took us so long that we had to actually wait in the room. There we had our very own “professional” photoshoot. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313079091141247554" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 227px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SbvZSJMHgkI/AAAAAAAAAQk/_cRSLLCVgdI/s320/DSC_3733.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313079082173720562" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 242px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SbvZRnyF5_I/AAAAAAAAAQM/K0wGDv827cM/s320/mdg81.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313080641660119826" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 231px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SbvasZUn6xI/AAAAAAAAARE/xAq1MvDyrf0/s320/DSC_3817.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313079086822194930" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 242px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SbvZR5GX_vI/AAAAAAAAAQU/08hfllcsfAw/s320/mdg91.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made a gathering back in the hotel room late night. We chat and chat till we had some really scary encounter with the supernatural. At about 2p.m. in the morning, somebody started knocking our door three times. Everyone heard it. As I opened the door, there weren’t anyone outside at all. Gosh all of us got freaked out. But then we continue with talking about women Pussy and man sex. These gurls aren’t that so called goody goody ones ok? But then we parted at about 10 a.m.We had a meal at Liana’s boyfriend place. I wasn’t really enjoying the food at all. Cause mine sucks. Hahaha. With Aida and the other gang.. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313080651154211906" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 277px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/Sbvas8sMREI/AAAAAAAAARU/uhDbpvyAC2U/s320/DSC_3980.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313079099548449170" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 310px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SbvZSogjOZI/AAAAAAAAAQs/gp1jVGN9eCA/s320/DSC_4006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl who made it through the finals were already in their official blog. Lazy to explain. Till then I will update you again!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313081544292862226" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 222px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/Sbvbg75CiRI/AAAAAAAAARc/yRpua_K0oS0/s320/DSC_3795.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313080630944504946" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SbvarxZ0nHI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/zcf8uzCulpk/s320/DSC_3776.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271018700282078257-6579950646847700605?l=everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6579950646847700605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271018700282078257&amp;postID=6579950646847700605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/6579950646847700605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/6579950646847700605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/closed-audition-of-mdgtune-hotel.html' title='Closed Audition of MDG:Tune Hotel'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14733848997445427333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/Sbvas-YsuLI/AAAAAAAAARM/84-W1SDoBwk/s72-c/DSC_3784.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271018700282078257.post-8688420047784173313</id><published>2009-02-21T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T00:00:00.283+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chocolate Pastimes'/><title type='text'>Ah...Ummm.Yeah...No...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;You are NOT ALLOWED to explain ANYTHING unless someone messages or comments you and asks!Now, here's what you're supposed to do... And please do not spoil the Fun. Copy and paste this into your notes , delete my answers and type in your answers. Then see what happens.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Kissed any one of your Facebook friends? YEAH!! 100% Sure.&lt;br /&gt;2. Been arrested? Heck No.. So humiliating&lt;br /&gt;3. Kissed someone you didn't like? Sorta.. Forced anyway&lt;br /&gt;4. Slept for more than 25 hours? Nope only 12 hours! I think ppl would thought I am already Dead by then&lt;br /&gt;5. Fallen asleep at work/school? Yes, who doesn't especially you party hard last night XD&lt;br /&gt;6. Held a snake? Yer... Got lar but geli lar...&lt;br /&gt;7. Ran a red light? Aiyoh rushing mar ran lor. Zebra crossing also dun use. what u think leh?!&lt;br /&gt;8. Been suspended from school? No lar too guai liao. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;9. Totalled your car/motorbike in an accident? No driving licence,no car and no money.&lt;br /&gt;10. Been fired from a job? Neh...&lt;br /&gt;11. Sang karaoke? Yes!! I am into real singing!! Come on Babeh!&lt;br /&gt;12. Done something you told yourself you wouldn't? Yes, and I regretted&lt;br /&gt;13. Laughed until something your drinking came out your nose? Got it was apple juice....Hehe.Gross&lt;br /&gt;14. Caught a snowflake on your tongue? Malaysia got snowflake or not? Got money travel or not ?&lt;br /&gt;15. Sang in the shower? Yes, with the showerhead, toothbrush, cleanser bottle, plunger etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;16. See naked body of your same sex? I work with models. See till sien liao.&lt;br /&gt;17. Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes? Yeah and kena scolded by the life guard.&lt;br /&gt;18. Broken a bone? Yes, too young that time&lt;br /&gt;19. Shaved your head? Yeah, forced to somemore. Cried because my hair all gone. I'm vain can't help it&lt;br /&gt;20. Blacked out from drinking? Sigh.. So long wan the question how many more? Got lar&lt;br /&gt;21. Played a prank on someone? Totally, especially calling someone and said I really love you wan. Don't Leave Me&lt;br /&gt;22. Felt like killing someone? Its either you hate someone or someone hates you in this world.&lt;br /&gt;23. Made your girlfriend/boyfriend cry? Oh, and I felt bad doing that. Sorry Bebe.&lt;br /&gt;24. Been in a band? Nobody wants me... Cannot do anything. Sapu sampah penyapu pun boleh patah.&lt;br /&gt;25. Shot a gun? *Dush Dush*. I prefer to throw bombs hehehe. Fire in da hole!! Ji Ba Bom!!&lt;br /&gt;26. Break a record? Like what ?!&lt;br /&gt;27. Donated Blood? No, too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;28. Eaten alligator meat? Heck yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;29. Eaten cheesecake? I love food. Nothing gonna run away from me. MUAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;30. Loved someone you shouldn't? Old story dont wanna talk.&lt;br /&gt;31. Think about the future? Yes, and I have plan to do this do that bla bla bla.. (too long list until Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;32. Believe in love? I believe love is everywhere and makes the world go round.&lt;br /&gt;33. Sleep on a certain side of the bed? Yes, who didn't?&lt;br /&gt;34. Took the wrong medicine? Yes. very groggy. What's worst I gargled my mouth with body shampoo instead of mouthwash. Wasn't Wearing Glasses that time.&lt;br /&gt;35. Sat on a rooftop? Neh.. rooftop too fragile. I'm too fat. I don't wan the person below me to die being sat by me. Too dramatic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lord have mercy. So many questions to answer. So Long-Winded&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271018700282078257-8688420047784173313?l=everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8688420047784173313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271018700282078257&amp;postID=8688420047784173313' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/8688420047784173313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/8688420047784173313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/ahummmyeahno.html' title='Ah...Ummm.Yeah...No...'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14733848997445427333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271018700282078257.post-5907897131211046135</id><published>2009-02-19T22:55:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T20:52:36.525+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chocolates Events and Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysian Dreamgirl'/><title type='text'>City Of Malaysia: Kuala Lumpur MDG Last Stop Audition</title><content type='html'>Reaching Impiana Hotel at 8.30 a.m. I straight went to the toilet in the hotel and bring out my Schwarzkopf Osis Wax to put my hair into Orbit. Wow!! Spending about half an hour in there. The janitor thought I was a FREAK. Then 9 o’clock arrived. Seriously when Edmund passed me that Chevoret T-Shirt I was like “Huh? So out of fashion.” Many contestants came flocking to the registration counter and guess what happened? I got to do this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304843863194083602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SZ6XYyaYIRI/AAAAAAAAAQE/PpxSggCJyo0/s320/lala+194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seriously some ladies flaunt their assets wrongly, some dress up for a cocktail party, others tried too hard to dress hippy..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304524906483735026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SZ11TEEs2fI/AAAAAAAAAPE/3DbBMD-Wzjs/s320/3218894351_5ec33648fd_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiring you know?! Yeah and I have to usher them to the audition room. Seriously I didn’t really get to chat with them because they were giving me the I-dun-wanna-talk-to-u look or perhaps some gave me that I-am-so-gorgeous voice tone. Uhhh not nice. Then I bumped into one of the official bloggers Simon Seow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304840795121902642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SZ6UmM895DI/AAAAAAAAAPk/pettIExUtO0/s320/lala+313.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Diese, Simon, Dennis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is real nice and you shoulda talk to him more. He will keep you entertained somehow or rather. Then something caught my attention. It is a bird? Is it a plane? No its Diese!! Oh my gawd!! Wheeeeeee She finally arrived!! The next person I met what Chris aka Tock Tock. HeHeHe *evil grin* Then we were arguing about Yumiko. That Yumiko was really rude to me. She went “Like hello you haven’t call my name yet?!” I was like “Uh huh you think you are great? Show me then.” Then I bet with Tocky that Yumiko wouldn’t get through over a cup of Starbucks Coffee.It was about 20 minutes that lady went in… Then in the end “ CIBAI babi betul they said I am too young to be in the modeling industry” WooooHOOOooooo I’m Superly Glad!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304523603914864418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SZ10HPoFNyI/AAAAAAAAAOU/UITxE7o1CSM/s320/3191150781_b402e07877_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Kena Kicked Out Still Wanna Talk How Great You Are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are some girls who made it through the closed audition. That weirdo Yumiko actually took my photo without permission. She’s a real stalker man!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304523607901181410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SZ10HeefleI/AAAAAAAAAOs/T80KXO_NjUc/s320/3216987816_8064b46a01_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Maya: Does she remind you of Ursula from The Little Mermaid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304523600121330258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SZ10HBfoelI/AAAAAAAAAOc/y1XA2X6Vxcs/s320/3191997738_d5740f8d11_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Farah :Heaven sake she just sing all her way in..to the closed audition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304523602717745442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SZ10HLKqoSI/AAAAAAAAAOk/eY9NKniAO-s/s320/3216134721_07b62e3ac5_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Joanna: Smile, smile, and the world smile with you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304524904654698130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SZ11S9Qn9pI/AAAAAAAAAO0/nctJ1w3fL44/s320/3216134277_032a970688_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Acha: Poser Gile!! Goodness Gracious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MDG CLOSED AUDITIONS… I AM COMING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke of the Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304840796031615810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SZ6UmQV3A0I/AAAAAAAAAP8/BvEjYaP1JOU/s320/lala+250.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;Denezia : Hello Good afternoon. I am Denezia from Malacca, Portueguesa and i'm as innocent as a cat.&lt;br /&gt;Elaine: Yeah rite. I heard the news from the wind you don't behave so.&lt;br /&gt;Denezia: Who cares. As long I can get into the semi-finals. Besides I came here by surprised ya know. So let me pass lar. Easy nia ma.&lt;br /&gt;Elaine: Well I dunno...&lt;br /&gt;Denezia : Please please with some sugar on top?&lt;br /&gt;Elaine: Bolehlar. Pass!!&lt;br /&gt;Denezia: Thank Julie and I love you!!!!! (She was referring to Elaine actually&amp;amp; dash right out through the door)&lt;br /&gt;Elaine: &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/a&gt; And I made her go through but she thanked my neighbour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271018700282078257-5907897131211046135?l=everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5907897131211046135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271018700282078257&amp;postID=5907897131211046135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/5907897131211046135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/5907897131211046135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/city-of-malaysia-kuala-lumpur-mdg-last.html' title='City Of Malaysia: Kuala Lumpur MDG Last Stop Audition'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14733848997445427333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SZ6XYyaYIRI/AAAAAAAAAQE/PpxSggCJyo0/s72-c/lala+194.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271018700282078257.post-3679663029385107706</id><published>2009-02-17T21:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T20:53:10.939+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chocolates Events and Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysian Dreamgirl'/><title type='text'>Ipoh MDG Audition...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;was the second stop. Goodness the hotel room is so outdated. Till now they are still using the normal house keys as their room keys. My Gawd!! Later people come in and steal my underwear I also tak tau. The day wasn’t as interesting as when I was in Ipoh but still life goes on. Who knows…?Well the first person I met was Angela from Deangelogy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303751188708488114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SZq1mwwGc7I/AAAAAAAAAOE/NxdqURJRuok/s320/DSC08274.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Another Sama Gang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It wasnt long that the first person who dropped by was Ayu and Sasha, driving all over from Penang just for the audition (FYI both of them are friend or Nurbaya). Well both of them made it to the next round. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303751132268096418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SZq1jefqa6I/AAAAAAAAANs/2A3VC37laDs/s320/dsc08199-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Ayu :Cherish You?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303751151008883394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SZq1kkT0IsI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Tv2NuzRjmMs/s320/dsc082371.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Sasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s interesting were the 3 judges have food poisoning!! Julie’s face turns white whereas Jimmy was having a migraine and vomiting. So I got them this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumping Chocolates Elaine can still eat when she is still sick!! Well I didn’t manage to go down to Johor Bahru but anyway Kuala Lumpur might have many interesting stories!! See ya then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S it's hard sometimes to direct the girlz to stand at the correct spot. Scroll Down...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303751169230444914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SZq1loMLGXI/AAAAAAAAAN8/E7SooEQZR5Q/s320/judges.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cheers :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271018700282078257-3679663029385107706?l=everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3679663029385107706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271018700282078257&amp;postID=3679663029385107706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/3679663029385107706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/3679663029385107706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/ipoh-mdg-audition.html' title='Ipoh MDG Audition...'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14733848997445427333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SZq1mwwGc7I/AAAAAAAAAOE/NxdqURJRuok/s72-c/DSC08274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271018700282078257.post-2540047544277601178</id><published>2009-02-16T11:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T12:07:33.740+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chocolates Events and Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysian Dreamgirl'/><title type='text'>Malaysian Dreamgirl Audition First Stop : The Pearl Of The Orient</title><content type='html'>I was scheduled to work with MDG during last year December. The first stop was City Bayview Hotel, Penang. I was delighted as I finally can come back my very own hometown. We reached Penang at about 6p.m in the evening. Goodness and we still have to put up those heavy backdrops in the audition room. What luck!! Do you know how heavy the bag is? Even my wardrobe full of my clothes ain’t that heavy. I don’t mind to carry it if it’s a bag full of gold bars! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The audition day came. I was waiting eagerly for the contestants to arrive and sign up for MDG. We started 7 early 8 early (Hokkien) and I was totally exhausted. You know Dennis very the Kaypoh I took a peek at those goody bags we were suppose to give away and something caught my attention. It was….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303239519036919266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SZjkPqsCTeI/AAAAAAAAANk/cwvy37GIICU/s320/dsc083711.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!! A Beautiliciously Liquid Lipstick. It smells good ya know. Sigh not for me anyway. Then contestants started to come pouring in. Being ‘me’ (yeah trying to be nice) I started approaching and sigh like a answering machine I would say “Have you register? If not please fill up this registration form. If yes please give me the print up of that registration form and pay RM10” So robotic!! Boring!! Seeing those contestants being so alone, cheering and trying to bring their stresses to a lower level was part of my duty but of course I’ve finally made a few friends. Here are they:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303229943217489058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SZjbiR-xhKI/AAAAAAAAAM8/S3XM4PrNe1s/s320/IMG_53341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Siti Nurbaya: Look at how she pose!! She loves revealing her cleavage. Keke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303230904409341730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SZjcaOsxPyI/AAAAAAAAANE/ksqCdZHDBSU/s320/mdg5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Sakunthala : A Medical student from USM (Imagine She's Modelling with A Doctor's Suit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303230906747334594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SZjcaXaML8I/AAAAAAAAANM/m6_O2mOW1ZY/s320/mdg10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Stephanie: She Should Audition For Fresh &amp;amp; White Dreamgirl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well things doesn’t end just here. I met Willyyilly aka Sharon and Diese Aka Anis panting as she arrived at the venue. Gosh!! you should be in the audition room. They were camwhoring with their Digicam potraying some supermodels with the pink backdrop. Aduhmak!! Pengsan aku !! Ya Allah Tuhan Yang Maha Kuasa!! Sila control them!! Hehe aku pun tidak tertinggal *shy*. Sharon kept kachaking (means taking pictures lar) photos with the judges and contestants. Diese pulak sibuk jotting down notes of her observations dengan panjang lebarnya sampai Penang Bridge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303232577683362690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SZjd7oIYk4I/AAAAAAAAANU/IS8fo26747U/s320/IMG_53562.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Willyyilly tried to be Posy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303232580413139874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SZjd7yTNq6I/AAAAAAAAANc/svKLk7smSJw/s320/mdg3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;See What Did Daddy Tell Ya About Giving Cameras to Camwhores!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;During the audition, Elaine complained of her low sugar level and Jimmy wanted to have a bite at something. So me again get down to the nearest 7-11. Tell you one fact, I think Elaine loves to eat because she kept asking for “BEH THE SOH.” “ I wan my Beh Teh Soh Dennis, Beh Teh Soh!!” until the whole room was filled with her voice. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was tiring after packing up and we had to straight head down to Ipoh famous for the Taugeh Chicken Rice ( I wondered how my friend can eat this dish when she ordered “One Taugeh Chicken Rice without Taugeh ?!” Till then will update you about Ipoh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271018700282078257-2540047544277601178?l=everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2540047544277601178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271018700282078257&amp;postID=2540047544277601178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/2540047544277601178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/2540047544277601178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/malaysian-dreamgirl-audition-first-stop.html' title='Malaysian Dreamgirl Audition First Stop : The Pearl Of The Orient'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14733848997445427333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SZjkPqsCTeI/AAAAAAAAANk/cwvy37GIICU/s72-c/dsc083711.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271018700282078257.post-180212658301215771</id><published>2008-10-08T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T22:28:47.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wa Beh Tong ( I Cannot Stand)</title><content type='html'>Sorry readers for not updating the event about the 9 Emperor Gods Festival but I will update it soon enough as I am trying to upload the pics into my com (which is extremely slow). Anyway I had receive feedbacks from my friend about their "Beh Tong" list and here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Wa Beh Tong some humans releases atomic farts right in front of me that stinks like the rubbish dump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Wa Beh Tong lecturer not zipping his trousers to have better ventilation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Wa Beh Tong  some people scratch his ass and smile after smelling it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;By Iou Cheng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.      Wah Beh Tong bo pangsai for millions of years and ending up having smelling bowels&lt;br /&gt;2.      Wah Beh Tong people with rude public ethics such as opikang like you are digging gold   in the graveyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.    Wa Beh Tong Lalas &amp;amp; Ah Bengs in this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;By Beverly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1.Wa Beh Tong  the fact that my room look like an organized chaos and an endless pit hole that makes my things go missing all the time.&lt;br /&gt;2. Wa Beh Tong that Acheron is not real L. Acheron is this super hot guy that exist only in fiction. I think I am in love with a fictional character. Oh crap!&lt;br /&gt; most of the guys that I am in love are fictional. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;3.Wa Beh Tong the 4 legged creature that has a detachable tail and crawls on every surface u can think of especially walls. Hell! I go screaming out of the room whenever I have one in there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;By Li Wen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well as for Me:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Wa Beh Tong ppl squeeze my tits like making orange squash&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Wa Beh Tong to "Tiu Lei Ma Geh Chao Hai"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Wa Beh Tong people who look beautiful say that they look ugly. "Chao Ci Bai" You look uglier than the old lady beggar meh?! Nothing to say?! Wanna be like Snow White's stepmother ar keep on asking the enchanted mirror.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271018700282078257-180212658301215771?l=everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/180212658301215771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271018700282078257&amp;postID=180212658301215771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/180212658301215771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/180212658301215771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/wa-beh-tong-i-cannot-stand.html' title='Wa Beh Tong ( I Cannot Stand)'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14733848997445427333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271018700282078257.post-7408480547158146939</id><published>2008-08-01T10:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T11:44:17.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged again by MAE!!</title><content type='html'>1) Are your parents married or divorced?&lt;br /&gt;DIVORCED!!! Since I was seven….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Are you a vegetarian?&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, you’re talking to a pork lover. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Do you believe in Heaven?&lt;br /&gt;Of course I do. What type of question is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Have you ever come close to dying?&lt;br /&gt;Uhhhh…Yeah… I had once…When I was possessed…….Nearly jump down from my hostel….Aiyoh long story how to tell…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) What were u doing 8.00 this morning?&lt;br /&gt;Rushing all my way to work! Today is my last service!! YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Favourite time of day?&lt;br /&gt;As long I can see the sun. Will be depressed if I cannot see the sun for a day.&lt;br /&gt;7) Do you mind dating someone of the same sex?&lt;br /&gt;Har!! As a matter of fact, I am doing it now. So no comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Do you wear makeup?&lt;br /&gt;Heck yeah! Don’t tell me when you are stuck in some big function performing, you’re not going to wear one? Modelling somemoreleh. Must look cantik cantik lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Ever have plastic surgery?&lt;br /&gt;Natural beauty is the best.. Later the nose bengkok like Michael Jackson matilar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Do you colour your hair?&lt;br /&gt;Like Duh !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) What do you wear to bed?&lt;br /&gt;I have PJ’s, short pants…. Bla bla bla bla bla…. I even model when I sleep..What dya expect?! Vain mar!! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Have you ever done anything illegal?&lt;br /&gt;Ummmmmm….?Hmmmmm….?NEXT QUESTION PLEASE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Can you roll your tongue?&lt;br /&gt;YESSSsssssssssss. MAE cannot…. Wooo hooooo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Do you tweeze your eyebrows?&lt;br /&gt;Uhhhh I’ve done it. ..Include my moustache, my chin…..my….my….Wax also got…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) What kind of sneakers?&lt;br /&gt;Branded and complimenting my outfit…Heheheheheh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) What is something you are excited about?&lt;br /&gt;Exciting? Did you say exciting!? It should be SEXCITING!! I am like sexcited about almost everything!! Example too many till cannot count!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you talk a lot?&lt;br /&gt;Answer me when you know that I major in PR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer - I am not responsible for the length and accuracy of this because it is long-winded!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271018700282078257-7408480547158146939?l=everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7408480547158146939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271018700282078257&amp;postID=7408480547158146939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/7408480547158146939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/7408480547158146939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/2008/08/tagged-again-by-mae.html' title='Tagged again by MAE!!'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14733848997445427333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271018700282078257.post-5360925450808811418</id><published>2008-07-28T17:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T17:38:52.564+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chocorons'/><title type='text'>PMS</title><content type='html'>PMS – (Pre-Masturbation Syndrome)&lt;br /&gt;  Pre-Menstrual Syndrome is extremely dangerous to those who’s new to the effects of it. I don’t understand actually why sometimes ladies blame the whole world but themselves. They go around scolding up their bfs just because she got tickled in her ass!!&lt;br /&gt;Ladies who doesn’t aware that you’re having PMS, These are the symptoms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone around you has a Cibai attitude problem and you start your conversation by saying "Hami(What) Lancau you want?!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You decided to ask your boyfriend to buy you chocolate chips &amp;amp; start squeezing it like it’s their testicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your guy friends cock started to shrunk everytime he sees you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Everyone is agreeing to everything you say even when you ask about how ugly your mother might be when she is a hot chick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You start putting up small banners behind your boyfriend’s car that says, "If I drive dangerously, call my girlfriend - call 012-*******."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Starting to bat everyone’s head like a baseball with a baguette .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Screaming in the middle of singing karaoke.Next time, please be reminded to be very considerate before scolding someone that you have that PMS.&lt;br /&gt;It’s not fair at all!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271018700282078257-5360925450808811418?l=everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5360925450808811418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271018700282078257&amp;postID=5360925450808811418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/5360925450808811418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/5360925450808811418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/pms.html' title='PMS'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14733848997445427333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271018700282078257.post-6301292605099325670</id><published>2008-07-25T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T17:23:43.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>English In Asian Countries</title><content type='html'>Is concise and sometimes shit   “pleasurable” to hear them. A form of shortening a mile worth of words that would actually drives you up to the wall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at times, I wonder actually who made this up and it is really a big choc-off to me. Why don’t let me give you my so-called good experiences. Wake up and think!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Workplace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dennis: Mr. S would you mind telling me how to do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*After flipping the paperwork* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. S : I dunno wor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another occasion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dennis: May I know how am I suppose to get this done?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. S  : I dunno wor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole time is whenever you consult him about work. His reply is “I dunno know”&lt;br /&gt;Like hellooooooooooooooo. Then what do you know?? Is that the first word you have in your dictionary? “I dunno”? What a witch! Can’t you answer with more roller coaster’s added with some sense of touch about the word by inserting vocabs such as “ No no”, “Nah” or maybe “oh my cibai!!! I don’t know this”. It’s frustrating and getting on my nerves. So monotone. Some morons have to start learning English from square one. Bosses never like to hear this. And I never hear him say I don’t know to her. For me I would have answered “ You what lancau also dunno what for I hire you to work!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop using the golden word of “ I don’t know!!” Use the word “I’ll check it out” instead you morons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time if you have trouble straighten this type of species, Do this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dennis  : You know how to eat ar?&lt;br /&gt;Mr S    :  I dunno wor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dennis : Will you ever eat?&lt;br /&gt;Mr S    :  I dunno wor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dennis : U know what is the meaning of one thigh slap in the face ?&lt;br /&gt;Mr S    : I dun….. ( SMACK!! Dennis slaps his head)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dennis: Now you know?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. S   : Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Shopping malls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are heavenly places to get you elegant outfits, stilettos, make-ups, G-strings   briefs etc.&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn’t it just make your day divine when you walk up to the lady with PMS asking for your sizes replying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promoter: No Stock! (Showing Queen Of Diamonds Poker Face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine, the community nowadays!! At least reply like a lady “I’m sorry we’re out of stock. Would you want us to order it for you?” So what if you have PMS?! As if you are the only lady who is with PMS. Boys have it too. PMS- Pre-Masturbation Syndrome!&lt;br /&gt;Tiu Lei Ah Ma Chao Hai!! I come to shop, Dare to show me faces!! Macam baru mati emak sahaja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will continue blog about this&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, always remember what you answer.&lt;br /&gt;Do it to Janice Dickinson and she will directly give you a slap in da face!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271018700282078257-6301292605099325670?l=everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6301292605099325670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271018700282078257&amp;postID=6301292605099325670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/6301292605099325670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/6301292605099325670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/english-in-asian-countries.html' title='English In Asian Countries'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14733848997445427333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271018700282078257.post-868052543284022913</id><published>2008-07-23T17:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T14:18:10.991+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chocotaining'/><title type='text'>Resignation Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was so bored in the office that I was thinking of resigning earlier than usual so I chatted with one of my MSN friends. Here is the conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Dennis: Eh, So sien lar working here. Nothing exciting and somemore the people in here are all weird. Can help me to write one resignation later ar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Louis : Oh that’s easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Dear Miss Irene Choo,&lt;br /&gt;I resign.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dennis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Dennis: Hello are you like trying to play a fool?! Be more formal lar. Polite a bit mar then I got better reference in future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Louis : So mahuan!! Hanah Hanah.!! Help to write oledy somemore complain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Miss Irene Choo,&lt;br /&gt;I would like to resign from my current position therefore here is my resignation letter.&lt;br /&gt;Nah here is the letter lar.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;Dennis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Dennis: Oiii!! Lu apa macam?! So short nia! Tell lar at least some reason why I don’t wan work!! If not later where can get away from this stupid job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Louis : You wanna kena izzit?! Why don’t you write yourself lar! You think so easy ar?! Demand so much. So cheong hei. Nah this one lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Dear Miss Irene Choo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my work here since two weeks ago. Since then I have no time to teman my lover.Then my lover get angry. Then when angry, my lover don’t wan choy me liao. Then after I alone, I feel sad. When I am sad, my work depreciated. When that happens, the company performances no good. When the performances not good then, then you kena report. When you kena report, then you also feel sad. When you are also sad, you become like me, work depreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see Miss Irene, I am just doing it for your good sake and I think for you.&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell, I resign lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;Dennis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Louis:The l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;ast resort and you really have to go just pack your bag, go into her room and say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I QUIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271018700282078257-868052543284022913?l=everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/868052543284022913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271018700282078257&amp;postID=868052543284022913' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/868052543284022913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/868052543284022913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-was-so-bored-in-office-that-i-was.html' title='Resignation Letter'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14733848997445427333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271018700282078257.post-7529960390181069061</id><published>2008-07-22T13:55:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T17:23:43.961+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chocotaining'/><title type='text'>Irritating Facts About MSNing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Instant Messaging (IM) is a way of communication using your eyes and fingers in the 21st century. MSN is one of the most popular tool of communication in the cyber age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confessed that I am addicted to MSN but there are some MSN etiquette that needs serious attention or I’ll end up bashing the monitor. What’s worse is you’ll end up never to seeing me online again in a million years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Too many emoticons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I empathize you for being extra emo when your boyfriend dumps you but doesn’t mean that you can just over do it. It ended up making my eyes go cuckoo. Sometimes it is so infectious that it made me followed along the way &amp;amp; I need 1000 years to make my own remedies to undo the spell!! Like hellooooooooooooo….Lu tau sepelllllll corn-ci-derake kar?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CAPITAL LETTERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAPS ARE TO EXPRESS EXTREME EMOTIONS EG. ANGRY, SCREAMING ETC. IT IS REAL DISTRACTING WHEN YOU TYPE YOUR LETTERS IN CAPS AND I MIGHT PERCEIVE IT THAT YOU ARE ANGRY. I’M NOW TYPING LIKE THIS IS BECAUSE I AM PISSED NOW SO IT THE TIME YOU KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT AND START OPENING YOUR EARS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The letter ZZZZZzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noezzz youzzzz are soz sienzzzzzzzzzzz waitingzzz forzzz mezz to replyzzzz youz juzzz becauzz youzzz waitedz forz mezzzz tozz replyzz forzz a gadzillionz yearzzzz andz youzz startedzzz to ZZZZZZzzzzz. It’zzzz darnzzzzzz agitatingzzzzzzzz addingzzz Z’s in every wordzzzz you typezzzzz. Sighzzzzzzz. No commentzzzz. Haizzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The one word one line typing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scroll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Block&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sekian&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Terima&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kasih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Font Colours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It is understandable that you have your own “classy’ colours to match with your computer background or maybe your own dress but doesn’t mean that you need to have colours to blend in with the background. Most of us ( at least that’s me) think that simple and presentable is nice besides you are not auditioning for the world’s best font colours anyway. Your “prime minister” words are so important that I have to highlight every single sentence is it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Nudging persistently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t it annoying when you were typing some really long sentences and somebody out of nowhere decides to molest you with his/her nudging and half of your important sentences went to the other window? If you are horny, please harass your lover rather than somebody else. Worst part is my computer starts to hang and I haven’t save my assignments yet!!!! So pathetic!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I were to send this to someone:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DennisTM: Hey, Can I &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Anonymous just send you a nudge!*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In his/her window:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fuck you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What would happen later?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The BRB word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving your computer aside by saying BRB(Be Right Back) is acceptable when you need to go to the loo but don’t abuse it!! I am lazy to explain this..Take a look here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dennis : Hi&lt;br /&gt;A* : Hello.Eh sorry ar I brb for a while&lt;br /&gt;Dennis: Ok Wait for u lar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 5 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half An hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A* :Sorry I gtg now chat with u next time bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A* may not reply because he/she is offline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH!!! After waiting so long, they can even have to courtesy to say Bye…What’s up with the BRB?! If you are busy, go offline or don’t bother to reply if you are greeted!!! You spastic worm!!!! MY GAWD!! Some people just need a 5 dollar slap in the face….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Gasping for Air*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271018700282078257-7529960390181069061?l=everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7529960390181069061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271018700282078257&amp;postID=7529960390181069061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/7529960390181069061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/7529960390181069061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/irritating-facts-about-msning.html' title='Irritating Facts About MSNing'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14733848997445427333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271018700282078257.post-6054824267621657712</id><published>2008-07-21T12:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T16:56:11.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chocolate Pastimes'/><title type='text'>15 Random Things About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;1.I talk a lot even when I am sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;2.My wardrobe is full of new clothes and some I have not even wear it yet I still buy more clothes?? Hahaha! U might even find a gold bar inside my wardrobe. Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;3.I’m a afraid of thunder and lightning. I may end up shrieking like a mad man and wouldn’t dare to move around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;4.I love fashion and a slave for shoes, apparels umm whatever and most of all GOWNS are like my treasure!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;5.I drink a lot( ALCOHOL I mean) and a big fan of MAHJONG!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;6.I always like to kacau Isabel’s hair because I am jealous of people with long hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;7.I am yet to open my bottle of champagne because I am waiting for Isabel and Mae to have a new BOYFRIEND!!! There we go again….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;8.Chocolate is my favourite dessert and I love to throw chocolate at people because they look silly to be thrown at. HAHAhahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;9.I catwalk in my room when I am in the mood as well as pretending I am someone which is totally impossible( eg. Becoming like Heidi Klum wearing Victoria’s Secret Bra)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;10.I am super vain pot till I even match my underwear with my clothes.(that is why I have lotsa underwear. Hehe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;11.I cannot resist temptation of cartoon!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;12.I laugh hysterically like a Witch and was invited to audition the 'Blair Witch Project 8 Malaysian Version'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;13."Mae you wanna kena from me is it?!!!! TAGGED ME SO I HAVE TO DO THIS!!! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;14. I am so totally into calling Mae sotong because she really have sotong hair..Gosh?!!! She can even punch like sotong.Her tentacles are vicious and extremely poisonous!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;15.My doormat,bedsheets,shoes, some clothes, curtains are from Walt Disney!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271018700282078257-6054824267621657712?l=everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6054824267621657712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271018700282078257&amp;postID=6054824267621657712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/6054824267621657712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/6054824267621657712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/15-random-things-about-me.html' title='15 Random Things About Me'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14733848997445427333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271018700282078257.post-8447473601120924446</id><published>2008-07-07T15:22:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T18:09:02.271+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chocolates Events and Me'/><title type='text'>FreshChocolates Beach Party Training</title><content type='html'>"Toot toot" Hello I'm calling from MYC! office and Congratulations on making it to the finals for Freshfaces competition." That news made me screamed and the next thing I know, the day of the competition arrived. I reached Sunway at about 1.30 p.m. and the weather was Choco-hot. MYC! crews had already started in putting up the banners while we contestants are sitting there like celebrities. Bored while waiting for the briefing, I decided to haunt the place with my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SHCBJQsKKnI/AAAAAAAAABk/wNwIG7jJtTY/s1600-h/_MG_9428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219813964221393522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SHCBJQsKKnI/AAAAAAAAABk/wNwIG7jJtTY/s320/_MG_9428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banner hanging on palm trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SHCCqKFHg0I/AAAAAAAAABs/qSf2qwA848c/s1600-h/_MG_9430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219815628894339906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SHCCqKFHg0I/AAAAAAAAABs/qSf2qwA848c/s320/_MG_9430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corridors are filled with banners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SHCDr4um9HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/lgn0LdFmd00/s1600-h/_MG_9444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219816758107894898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 366px" height="342" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SHCDr4um9HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/lgn0LdFmd00/s320/_MG_9444.JPG" width="242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the shower camp is not spared!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SHCPHtKTnyI/AAAAAAAAACE/2BjS9yZgeI0/s1600-h/_MG_9443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219829330667085602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="280" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SHCPHtKTnyI/AAAAAAAAACE/2BjS9yZgeI0/s320/_MG_9443.JPG" width="389" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Registration Counter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SHCPfN40e3I/AAAAAAAAACM/Rebt3yKciBQ/s1600-h/_MG_9427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219829734589102962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="261" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SHCPfN40e3I/AAAAAAAAACM/Rebt3yKciBQ/s320/_MG_9427.JPG" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crew busy furnishing the stage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SHCMmjdQ62I/AAAAAAAAAB8/AM7bVjS4QLU/s1600-h/_MG_9920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219826562103307106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" height="236" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SHCMmjdQ62I/AAAAAAAAAB8/AM7bVjS4QLU/s320/_MG_9920.JPG" width="359" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I noticed my banner was there!!! The one on the left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just I was about to buy a box of chocolates at the convenience store, "MYC! Freshfaces CONTESTANTS!!!! PLEASE GATHER AT THE BACK STAGE FOR A SHORT BRIEFING!!"Sigh spoiled my excellent mood for chocolates. Gosh Jason Ko was so boring.All he gave was tips of questions will be asked during the Q &amp;amp; A session.Then Steven Sunny came to give us pointers on our catwalk. Sexay!!! He can walk better than the girls!! Wow!! Truly choco-mazing!! I really suck in catwalk.That's for sure. We dispersed in our separate ways after the briefing and I quickly grab myself a box of chocolates.Was happy about it!! Yay!! 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I can't pose at all!! What a shame!!&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/4271018700282078257-8447473601120924446?l=everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8447473601120924446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271018700282078257&amp;postID=8447473601120924446' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/8447473601120924446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/8447473601120924446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/freshchocolates-beach-party.html' title='FreshChocolates Beach Party Training'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14733848997445427333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EZ56pdbEIkU/SHCBJQsKKnI/AAAAAAAAABk/wNwIG7jJtTY/s72-c/_MG_9428.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271018700282078257.post-7951902474815447217</id><published>2008-07-06T14:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T15:04:11.308+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chocostories'/><title type='text'>Dance Of A Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dear readers, let me tell you a tale of love story between these two people. It is all began in a high school call East High. Everyone in class started to yawn for the subjects are boring and plus their hunger made them worse. “Ring!!!!” The school bell rang. Everyone was rushing out from their respected classrooms heading towards to school cafeteria. These high school students are lining up to get their food, some were nailed on their chair reading books while others were happily conversing about the school annual event which was the annual costume. Everyone started to ask around for dates. “Hey Tony not asking anyone out for a date yet?” Benjamin questioned. He nodded in return. “Well well well isn’t that a big lie? Our handsome chap here is adored by almost everyone in the school and yet u haven’t found the right date. Pretty hard to believe,” Ben continued. “Oh, I just have to keep finding. Believe me if I found it, BAM!!! It sure will hit me,” Tony replied. He slowly headed to the cafeteria with his mind thinking of the right date. “THUMP!!!” he knocked on someone and fell. “Are you ok?” Tony asked. That guy nodded in return. After helping him up he enquired for his name “I’m Eric. Nice to meet you,” he answered and he quickly walked pass him blushing. Eric then sat on the chair next his close friend, Samantha and he sweat like just after coming out from the sauna room. He explained the incident of bumping into Tony previously excitedly. “OH MY GAWD!! You had a crush on him for so long. Why don’t invite asked him for a date during that Costume Ball this Saturday since you don’t even have a date yet? Besides it would be wonderful right?” Sam said. A moment later a loud sigh came out from Eric’s mouth. He suddenly had a blue face and then explained that he couldn’t go to the ball because of his stepmother who would wanted him to do the house chores. His stepbrothers are attending the ball too. Sam soon came out with a brilliant idea saying that Eric will attend the ball later than them but will return earlier to be undiscovered by his stepmother. Friday night arrived and soon everyone was in their best costumes with high hopes to win the best costumes for the night. Tony couldn’t find any good or something really strikes him that night. He was going to give up and suddenly everyone started to gaze at the direction of the stairs. It was Eric dressed up as Prince Charming. He was the most handsome guy on that night with a striking suit with a mask and nobody recognized him. Tony’s heart melted in a flash. It was the guy he was looking for. Eric stepped down from the stairs leisurely. Tony gasped in shocked. He never expects that someone as handsome as Eric will be there. He offered Eric for a drink. Eric blushed and wondered whether it is actually a dream come true. Since they hall is noisy, they took a stroll in the park. That’s where their love started to sparked. They danced and he started to question Eric, “Well actually may I know who you are? From that mask, those eyes, I somehow have seen it before.” “Maybe you’ve seen it before but you haven’t looked hard enough that’s all,” Eric answered. And then they’d dance till when Tony wanted to kiss him suddenly the phone alarm rang. “Well I have to go right now. I’m sorry. It’s nice meeting you and I'm late,” Eric clarified. “Late for? Tony asked.” “Reality,” Eric answered. He dashed out from the park, into the hall, headed straight back to the car and dropped his mobile phone when Tony chased him. Tony tried to search for him on Monday but to no avail. For long he still couldn’t hunt for the person who danced with him that night. It was the sweetest memory for him. With the mobile phone in his hand, he knows he will find him one day.&lt;br /&gt;Dear readers, at times you don’t who loved you the most when they are around and only starts appreciating them when they are gone. Never give up in searching for true love. They still exist but just tough in searching for them……. For I,Tony, truly believe in miracles and miracles do come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear readers, the story above has no relations with the alive or the dead. This story is written for just the sake of entertaining. Thank you..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271018700282078257-7951902474815447217?l=everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7951902474815447217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271018700282078257&amp;postID=7951902474815447217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/7951902474815447217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/7951902474815447217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/dear-readers-let-me-tell-you-tale-of.html' title='Dance Of A Dream'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14733848997445427333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271018700282078257.post-7127293762946743783</id><published>2008-07-06T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T14:36:19.277+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chocostories'/><title type='text'>The Book (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Curiousity Kills a Cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan then made his way to the Chamber of Life &amp;amp; Death. As he entered the hall, he saw Venus, who was fuming and growled, “What have you done!? I gave you the permission to keep the Book of Life &amp;amp; Death but I did not give you the permission to change his lifespan!! What’s worst is you replaced his candle with your own!! You are messing up the future and this book!! Now how should I elucidate to King Yama about this??” Dylan apologized for what he has done and was willing to compensate by all means. “BOOM!!” the door flung opened. It was King Yama, wearing a very furious face walked in with his two guards. Two of them knelt down immediately. He roared, “Who gave you the consent to change the lifespan of a person? You know you will be sentenced to severe torture?” Dylan bowed down and apologized while begging King Yama to spare him from that torture. King Yama decided to spare him but in condition he has to take care of the candles and the Book of Life &amp;amp; Death. He nodded in agreement. Work was tough for him. He has to make sure that the candles are not blown out for few hours each day. But he often looked on Jimmy’s condition using the Mirror of Life Viewing. He missed him a lot. He sobbed after seeing Jimmy was in pain and always called out his name when he dreamt. There was nothing much he could do. Life was always taking care of the candles&lt;br /&gt;            One day, Weaving-Girl came to see Venus for a chat. She gazed at Dylan gave him a smile. Dylan nodded in return and got back to his work. “Who is he? Is he new?” she questioned Venus. “He works here from now onwards. He is very talented in fortune-telling. Due to exchanging his lifespan with his beloved boyfriend, he was punished to work in here,” Venus explained further. Weaving- Girl noticed Dylan’s gloomy face. She felt even bizarre when she saw there is a pink glow on top of his head. She began to understand that Dylan’s love was too deep for Jimmy and tried to help him. After finished their chat, she went to see King Yama immediately. After she understand Dylan’s situation, she asked King Yama for some help. “What!? Again !? Previously you call me to grant Jake for two weeks of mortal life. Now you are requesting for another favour!?This is absurd!I object it!!” growled King Yama. Weaving-Girl tried to persuade His Majesty to spare Dylan. King Yama declined her persuasion and explained the rules of immortals and gods is strict and there is nothing much he could do. Weaving- Girl then went to look for Dylan to console him. There she saw him weeping silently while holding his necklace tightly. He gasped a few moments later as he saw Jimmy was seriously ill using the Mirror. She is aware of Dylan intention and promised to ascend to the mortal world with him to visit Jimmy. “Dylan, I miss you. I really miss you. Where are you now?” Jimmy mumbled in his dream. “ I am here Jimmy. I missed you very much too.” Jimmy groggily woke up and saw an image of Dylan. Dylan nursed him till it was time to go. He left a tarot card at the reading table. Jimmy wondered if Dylan could be staying with him all night, upon looking at the card on the table, he convinced that Dylan was with him the previous night. He had tears drop to his cheek.&lt;br /&gt;            Dylan felt heartbreaking for his lover is sickly in mortal world but there was nothing he could do. He sat all day weeping to himself. A gentle pet was given onto his head. He looked back. “Don’t cry. I know how you felt…There is nothing much I could do. She knew that he really missed Jimmy a lot. Suddenly Dylan noticed one candle had gone off. It was Jimmy’s light. He immediately glanced at the Mirror. Jimmy was involved in an accident. The ghost guards are bringing him down to the chamber. Then he saw Dylan. Dylan was upset that he couldn’t save him. Then King Yama’s guards brought Jimmy to the trial court for his judgement. Dylan went over to listen the trial. King Yama summon his guards to capture Dylan and knelt down with Jimmy.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271018700282078257-7127293762946743783?l=everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7127293762946743783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271018700282078257&amp;postID=7127293762946743783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/7127293762946743783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/7127293762946743783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/book-part-2.html' title='The Book (Part 2)'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14733848997445427333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271018700282078257.post-5894247128071547628</id><published>2008-07-06T14:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T14:35:14.959+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chocostories'/><title type='text'>The Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;NO!!!!!! WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO LEAVE ME!!!! I NEVER EXPECT SUCH SACRIFICE!!” PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME…” cried Jimmy bitterly. It was too late. Dylan’s body was sent to the autopsy for examinations to declare his death factors. Nobody can really sure what causes his death. After examinations his body was sent for cremation. Jimmy attended that ceremony. During the body was slowly inserted for cremation, his tears flowed down to his cheeks. He started to have flashbacks about both of their sweet memories. They met on the net. Dylan was busy for his college assignments and preparing for his finals. In addition, Dylan’s health is deteriorating .They chatted quite happily. It was love that Dylan had on him. He doesn’t know what does Jimmy felt about him. He tried to give signals to Jimmy. Guessed that he doesn’t aware of it.&lt;br /&gt;                Weeks later both of them have to go back to their respective places. But exchanging SMSes will kept both of them company. It was then time for them to start their relationship. Both of them are just like other couples. Arguments are always there as well. But then they never give up in improving with their relationship. There were times where they broke up. They patch up again after that. Loving couple as they can be&lt;br /&gt;                “Dylan, I had some problems. Since you know fortune-telling, can you please give me some advice?” said his friend one day. Dylan nodded in agreement. He brought out his tarots and started to tell his friends future. When his friend was about to leave, Jimmy came in and saw what happen. He scolded Dylan for not telling him about fortune-telling. After a while, “Dylan, promise me not to do fortune-telling again. I don’t want to lose you. When you do that, you have to sacrifice something. Please promise me ok?” Dylan agreed without any reconsideration. Then they went out for shopping and watch a movie.&lt;br /&gt;                Valentine day is approaching. Dylan decided to buy him a present which is memorable. So he went out early in the morning to search for that chosen one. For hours he searched it and finally landed in a gift shop. Inside he walked around the gift shop and saw two huggable animals. One is a white dog and the other a green bird. After thinking hard he bought the white dog. Then that night Jimmy acknowledged him that he loved a green bird. Dylan’s heart crashed. He bought the wrong gift. He then felt moody and guilty. That night they quarreled. Jimmy was dissatisfied with Dylan’s behaviour because Dylan can’t provide the warmth he wanted. He also said that he was envious with other couples that can do things that he can’t. Dylan’s heart fell down in a dip.&lt;br /&gt;That night they went to bed early. Then Dylan started to dream. He was walking in a very bright place. After walking for a distance, he saw a door and opened it. In there he saw a lady was there greeting him with a smile. “Welcome Dylan. Let me introduce myself. I am Venus the goddess of Life &amp;amp; Death. You are in the chamber of life and death. In here you will know the lifespan of everyone. In mortal world I can see that you are telling fortune to everyone and benefiting them. I see that you are gifted and decided to bring you here. You are presented with the book of Life &amp;amp; Death and you can view them anytime you wish. ” He walk passed and noticed a lot of candles with names on it. Suddenly he stopped and saw a short candle with a name on it. It was Jimmy. He was stunned. Venus questioned him with his behaviour. He kept silenced and didn’t answer the question. Soon after the tour ended, she bade farewell to him and he woke up from his sleep.&lt;br /&gt;The next day Jimmy informed him that they will celebrate their Valentine in their favourite restaurant. Dylan just nodded and went to his room. Then he decided to break his promise and decided to do fortune telling once again. Soon after that he got to know that his beloved won’t last after Valentine’s Day. He chanted a few verses and suddenly the Book of Life and Death appeared in front of him. He looked for Jimmy’s name. It is written as: Jimmy Tay, Born 10.00 a.m. 20th October 1986, Died 12.00 a.m. 15th February 2007. He had cold sweat all over his body. He took out a pen and tried to change it but to no avail. He remembered that the candle he saw could be the answer.&lt;br /&gt;He quickly went to bed hoping to meet Venus. He reached that chamber but she was nowhere to be found. He then quickly looked for his own candle. To his surprised, his candle was very long. He cut it till it will last him one day before Valentine’s Day and then connect it to Jimmy’s candle. Then he woke up. On the eve of Valentine’s Day, Jimmy called Dylan on the phone. He picked up. They chatted as before. But then he Dylan wanted to end the conversation quickly as he knew he will die anytime of the day. Jimmy felt weird about it but then didn’t care much about it. All of sudden Dylan felt that he began to suffocate for his time as arrived.&lt;br /&gt;During Valentine’s Day, Jimmy went to his house to pick him up for dinner. He knocked on his door. No reply. He pressed the doorbell. No answer. He opened the door with the key and went to his room. He was shocked to his Dylan is lying on the floor dead. Beside him was a note “I am sorry. I did not keep my promise. I foretell that you are dying today. So I went to exchange your life with mine. Since you said once that you were envious with other lovers done things which I can’t, I think no lovers can make such big sacrifice. When you need me and don’t want me I’ll stay, when you want me and no longer need me, I’ll go. Goodbye my love.”&lt;br /&gt;“NO!!!!!! WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO LEAVE ME!!!! I NEVER EXPECT SUCH SACRIFICE!!” PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME…” cried Jimmy bitterly. It was too late. During the cremation ceremony, the body couldn’t be burnt into ashes. It remains as the same without any burnt marks. “ Please give me a second chance,” cried Jimmy. Then he heard a whisper, “Goodbye Jimmy. Hope you will find someone who can really give you what you want. I’ll have to go now.” Jimmy then shouted for Dylan’s name like a mother looking for his son. And there Dylan stood silently and thought to himself, “I still have my promise which has not been fulfilled. I will never leave……”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271018700282078257-5894247128071547628?l=everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5894247128071547628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271018700282078257&amp;postID=5894247128071547628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/5894247128071547628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/5894247128071547628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/book.html' title='The Book'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14733848997445427333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271018700282078257.post-1941539077244324925</id><published>2008-07-06T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T14:32:14.016+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chocostories'/><title type='text'>Valentine Surprise (continue)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;week had finally past. Yet Jake was unable to rise up from his “slumber”. Jason wondered, when would the time for him to wake up? Does the road is never ending or has met to its dead end? What was he suppose to do? Sitting around doing nothing?? The doctor has done his best. The doctor informed it is up to the patient to wake himself up. Conversing with him is the best solution. He did that everyday. Never would he miss a day not talking to him. Even he is seriously ill, no matter rain or shine, He would be there. Sometimes he feels like giving up. Upon staring at the finger’s ring will make him change his mind.&lt;br /&gt;He went back feeling tired that night. He was about to enter the house when his grandma called him while sitting on the rocking chair, with a cup of coffee held in her hand. “Yes Amah?” Jason questioned. “You weren’t that cheerful Jason I knew. Happened after Jake ended up in the hospital. That reminds me of a story. Come sit down and listen.” It was some story about the supernatural. Have you heard the story about Cowherd and the Weaving-Girl? Cowherd was a normal farmer owning a bull while Weaving-Girl was the youngest among the seven daughters of the Jade Emperor. The seven daughters always create mischief by sneaking into the mortal world to enjoy a bath in the river when the gods weren’t noticing. Then Cowherd’s bull told him that it was his time to get a wife and suggest him to go to the lake where the fairies would take their bath and steal the red clothing. He went there as instructed. They did get married at last and have children. Soon the Jade Emperor got to about it and ordered the Four Heavenly Kings descended to Earth to catch her. Then he commanded the magpies to form a bridge on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month for them to meet. “But Amah, what has the story got to do with me?” he asked. “Well did you know that once Cowherd lost his soul and it went to the Gates of Hell, waiting to be burnt. Weaving Girl has turned into mortal when she married him. She killed herself in order to find his soul. She exchanged her soul with his. A thousand-year-old lady demon who was actually a daughter of the Jade Emperor saved her because she was touched by the true love shown to Cowherd and they were reunited once again. The six sisters even cried due when they viewed the scene in heaven. Both the six sisters and the Queen Mother Persuaded the Jade Emperor to let them live in mortal world. The story of magpies forming a bridge and the couple meeting there once a year is actually a magpie spirit and the God of Fortune,” her grandmother explained.&lt;br /&gt;                              He excused himself because he felt too tired for the day. Before he left her grandmother said “My boy, miracles do happen.” He believed in fairy tales. The whole night he couldn’t sleep well. He could sense something was wrong. His intuition was right. There was a call from the hospital informing that Jake had already woke up! Jason was overjoyed after hearing that news. He get changed rapidly and rushed to the hospital. He started to sob after seeing him able to talk. He hugged him tightly. He was discharged from the hospital a few days later.&lt;br /&gt;A few days later Jake invited him out for their reunion dinner. Having the meal at the place where they celebrate Jason’s birthday. Slowly he took out his ring and wore it. A pair of love birds. Jake sent him back after dinner. Before Jason entered his house he kissed him and uttered, “Grandma is true. Miracles do happen.” “Yes, dreams really do come true. If not I wouldn’t be in here,” Jake said. “What do you mean?” Jason questioned. “Actually my mortal life had expired. I was supposed to report to the netherworld that time during I had an accident. But my love for you hasn’t fade and you had the strong determination waiting for me to wake up. I met with Weaving Girl and she took pitied on me. She begged King Yama to give another few days of mortal life just to reunite with you. So now my wish had come true and I have to leave now. Remember this ring? It will tie us up no matter where we are. Jason cried loudly. He couldn’t imagine that Jake is actually dead long ago. Jake began to fade slowly and he was gone. “Why must you do this to me? I really love you very much. We just been together for such a short period and now you have to take him go!!!” he knelt down and cried. Jake’s soul was beside him although Jason couldn’t hear him and answered, “I’m sorry Jason. I did the best I could do. Weaving Girl had already tried her best to put us together but to no avail. She managed to get 2 weeks of mortal life for me and I really appreciate that. Love you forever Jason. I will wear this ring was meant for us. Never to take it off. Goodbye… I won’t forget. Weaving Girl was beside them and had tears came out from her eyes. “Come Jake, it is time for us to go,” she said. Both of them slowly leave Jason who is crying bitterly behind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271018700282078257-1941539077244324925?l=everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1941539077244324925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271018700282078257&amp;postID=1941539077244324925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/1941539077244324925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/1941539077244324925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/valentine-surprise-continue.html' title='Valentine Surprise (continue)'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14733848997445427333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271018700282078257.post-3480546214292744324</id><published>2008-07-06T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T14:31:16.414+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chocostories'/><title type='text'>Valentine Surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;            “Here, my honey, a bouquet of roses for you,” Jake said sweetly. He then kissed him slowly in both of his cheeks. How romantic. Candlelight dinner, roses and presents “JASON!!! How many times do I have to tell you not to build castles in the air during class?! ” Mrs. Keller scolded. Sigh, what a wonderful dream was that, spoilt by that old-fashioned teacher with those glasses that just look like my grandmother’s. Five minutes later the school bell rang. “Whoopee!! Bye Mrs. Killer. Hahaha,” Jason teased. He quickly proceeds to his closet to place his heavy books. “Hey Jason, tomorrow is Valentine. Not going out with Jake?” his best friend, Lucas. Jason acknowledged that Jake has not given him any hints of invitation yet. Lucas knew that Jason was looking forward on this very important day. He assured to Jason that Jake surely would ask him out for a date. &lt;br /&gt;It was a gloomy afternoon. Jason, who was wearing a blue face, sits by the window looking at the sky thinking about his coming Valentine. Why Jake did not mention anything about it. It is only tomorrow. Has he forgotten all about it? He kept thinking till he wept for the whole afternoon. “How could he be so heartless? Tomorrow is so important,” cried Jason. He kept thinking till he goes angry and went to have a short nap hoping he would feel better. He woke up late in the evening for dinner. That night he waited long enough waiting Jake to call and asked him out but to no avail. He really got furious and slammed the telephone and went straight to bed mad.&lt;br /&gt;            The next day, he went to the shopping mall to get some new clothes for his birthday although he is not celebrating it. He just wanted to be ready at all times when someone is going to invite him for a dinner or celebrate with him. Out of a sudden he saw his bf, Jake. “Hey Honey. How are you,” he greeted. “Fine! Whatever! I am busy so can you please don’t disturb me,” Jason growled. Jake just smile at him and bade farewell to him. Jason got furious and wanted to scream at him. Then he thought to himself that surely someone would invite him for a dinner. Not necessary that it would be his bf. “Humph, I will show you!” he grumbled.     &lt;br /&gt;            It was 8 in the evening then. He got himself ready and waiting for the telephone. Not ringing at all. His mobile was fully charged. He felt hopeless and began to sob while going back to his room to change his clothes until suddenly a familiar car stopped in front of his house. It was Jake. He opened the door in no time and ran towards his car. “SURPRISE!!!!” Jake shouted. Jason hugged him and said, “I thought you forgot all about it.” “How can I forget to celebrate the most important day with my beloved when I love him so much?”  He hugged Jake tightly and went into the car.&lt;br /&gt;            Reaching to the restaurant that Jake has booked earlier on they sat down and had the most romantic night. Things went just like Jason had wished. Present, flowers and candlelight dinner. He just stared at Jake’s eyes most of the time. And then it was time to go although Jason was reluctant to. He felt that something was wrong and after much hesitation he finally gave in.&lt;br /&gt;            Upon reaching Jason’s house, “Honey, I love you so much and I would say that if any problem persists, you must face it with courage ok? Promise me this.” He nodded in agreement. After kissing him in his lips, Jake drove off. A few minutes later after he left, the doorbell rang. “Jake I supposed,” he thought to himself. It was the policemen looking for him. “Are you Jason Au?” they asked. Jason nodded. “Your friend, Jake has been sent to the hospital because he met with an accident at 7.30 p.m. and I believed this ring belongs to you. He saw the ring had words which are J &amp;amp; J. Jason gasped. They went for the dinner at 8. How could he come to fetch him if he met with an accident earlier? He then burst into tears and he knelt down. He knew that his bf love him very much because he would even come to celebrate Valentine with him although he was in an accident. He rushed to the hospital at once and was told that he had comma and the doctor was not sure when he would wake up. He held Jake’s hand and tears rolled down to his cheeks “Jake I love you very much. I was wrong to think that you wouldn’t celebrate with me but instead your soul came to me. I will wear this ring you gave it to me and wouldn’t take it off. I will wait for you till you wake up no matter how long the period would be but you must promise me not to give up. We will be together once again,” he sobbed. As he finished his last sentence. Tears from Jake came out from his very eyes. Jake’s soul stood beside Jason and whispered to him “I will never give up….”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271018700282078257-3480546214292744324?l=everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3480546214292744324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271018700282078257&amp;postID=3480546214292744324' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/3480546214292744324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/3480546214292744324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/valentine-surprise.html' title='Valentine Surprise'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14733848997445427333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271018700282078257.post-8857911834900380563</id><published>2008-07-06T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T14:30:12.190+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chocostories'/><title type='text'>Water Of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Honey, good night. See you tomorrow,” Lionel bided farewell to his beloved boyfriend, Leo. He was about to enter his house but was stopped by a man. He was tall and quite handsome though. Lionel startled when that stranger approach to him and said, “ Gerard is the name and granting is my fame. I see that you have a strong mutual connection between the both of you. Why don’t we play a game? One month to get him to love and care for you each day and three wishes will be definitely yours. But IF he shows no interest in you, he will definitely be mine!!! What do you think? Deal?” he uttered with the evil grin on his face. Without any hesitation, Lionel agreed signed the contract. He thought that he could win the game because there was no way he could lose as the both of them had been together for years. The man then vanished into thin air with a ghastly laugh. Lionel went to bed and thought what would he wished for. Could it be wishing for abundance of wealth? Or maybe travel around the world for free? He kept thinking what would he wished for till he dozed off.&lt;br /&gt;            “BRRRIINGGGG” his alarmed clocked rang. He quickly jumped out from bed and prepared himself for school. As usual his boyfriend will ferry him there. He sat down at his garden bench waiting for him to appear. “Save it. You won’t see him today. He is having great fun with a new guy anyway,” Gerard appeared suddenly with that sentence. Lionel refused to listen. Then his mobile phone rang. It was Leo. He claimed that he couldn’t give him a lift to school, as he has to be in somewhere else. Lionel felt disappointed but he never had anger as in he knows a person is sometimes busy with his work. He took a public coach to school instead and Gerard followed him.&lt;br /&gt;            Few days had already passed. Leo began to start avoiding Lionel at all cost. No more frequent calls, sweet SMSes or even a night outing or a nice movie. Everything turned out sour and cold. Lionel started to think negatively. Thousands of questions danced around his brain. “Why would he do this to me? Has he lost interests in me?” he thought to himself. Gerard, the so-called devil appeared in a puff of smoke and cackled “ No one beats me in this game!!! I had never lost before just to informed you that!!! I actually had cast spells to your boyfriend. That is why he had not been bothering you. One month will be coming soon!!” He slowly vanished into thin air after finished his last word.&lt;br /&gt;            Lionel cried bitterly. He had to act fast for he would lose his boyfriend. He seeks for help from lots of parties, from fortune-tellers to tarot card readers but to no avail. It was a week away for the period of one month to reach. Lionel felt frightened, as he doesn’t want to lose his dear beloved boyfriend. That night he had the most bizarre experience in his entire life. A palace landscape was in front of him suddenly. Few court ladies escorted him to enter it. After walking for quite a distance, there was a lady who sat in the middle of the courtroom. “Welcome Lionel. Let me introduce myself. I’m Laurel, the fairy Queen of Love. I’m touched with the determination of yours in saving your boyfriend. He was curse in a strong spell and unconscious but you can undo it with the strongest potion, the Water of Love. Gerard was a mortal in his previous life. He was cheated too much by his boyfriends and couldn’t bear with the pressure and started to lost faith in love. He committed suicide and went to live in the Crypt Of Hatred. We fairies who lived here was saddened by his past and wanted to invite him to become one of the fairies but his feelings of hatred were too deep. There is nothing much we can do. The reason he want to steal your boyfriend is to make believe that there is no true love in mortal world.” “Where can I obtain this miraculous potion? Can you please direct me? I would do whatever it takes,” he begged. “You’ve got to look for it yourself” “Please… I really…” he found himself in his own bedroom before he could even asked her further questions.&lt;br /&gt;            The next day he set off in searching that prescription given by the fairy. He enquired it from his circle of friends. There were no results of it. His friend started to say he turned insane, asking absurd questions. Alas the last day has come. He couldn’t stand the chance of losing but regretting is too late. A few hours before the period of one month ends, his boyfriend, Leo, wanted to say the heart piercing words which is breaking up. It was the effect of the spell. Lionel had expected it would come out someday. In order not to hear it, he hit him till he fainted. Lionel cried as he said,“ I guessed this is the last day of our relationship. I really love you very much. It was foolish to play that game. Couldn’t bear to be apart with you. Forgive me, Leo.” While he was uttering bitterly, his tears dripped onto his beloved’s face and it turned into the water, as clear as crystals and sparkled like diamonds. Suddenly there were glows of light surrounded Leo and lifted him into the air. Lionel gasped. He had discovered the Water of Love!!! Slowly Leo landed on the floor again. “Where am I? What happened,” Leo uttered drowsily. Gerard appeared out of nowhere in fire and screamed angrily, “NO!!!!! IT CANNOT BE!!! I NEVER LOSE!!!!” He had no choice but to grant them three wishes, just like the contract’s agreement. After few moments of consideration “My first wish would be everlasting love between me and my boyfriend. Secondly I wished for a good health for the both us. Lastly I wished you, Gerard to free yourself from living in the world of sorrow and leave the Crypt of Hatred,” Leo wished. Gerard was on his knees and burst into tears. He realized his mistakes. It had proved him wrong. There were still true love and happy ending. A bright light then shone from the sky. Laurel descended slowly “I see you’ve discovered the Water of Love and set Gerard free. A charming wish I see. We fairies will bless you for sure. Gerard, you have wreak havoc by poisoning people’s mind about true love and separated the lovebirds in mortal world. I can forgive for your misdeeds and become one of the fairies in Palace of Love but in one condition. You have to set everything right to its original form. Can you promise me that?” said Laurel with a gentle smile. He just nodded in return, feeling guilty. Before they leave for the Palace of Love, Gerard apologized to the lovebirds then both of the fairies ascended slowly and vanished. Lionel stared at Leo’s glittering eyes. A gentle kiss was then given to him in return.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271018700282078257-8857911834900380563?l=everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8857911834900380563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271018700282078257&amp;postID=8857911834900380563' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/8857911834900380563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/8857911834900380563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/water-of-love.html' title='Water Of Love'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14733848997445427333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271018700282078257.post-5754288468475288341</id><published>2008-07-06T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T14:29:31.693+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chocostories'/><title type='text'>Till Death Do Us Apart</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;He played a piece on the piano entitled Nocturne in Ebm composed by a renowned pianist, Chopin, in a tristamente style            in the house. Tears flowed down to his cheek as he thought back of the happy moments they had together. That was the placee they all things takes place but it all ended up in a puff of smoke after been together for more than three years. He met Alan, a cheerful, likeable and sociable person on his 11th grade during high school. His presence has light up Fredrick’s life contrasting his previous life, which is lonely but a talented musician. He gradually developed deeper feelings for Alan after the he helped him to gain inspiration on the song composing event and even being nominated as the most young talented musician in his state. Alan’s will always say, “You might received a gift which is ugly, but it never turn down your favor. Giving you a lift to accomplishment. Appreciation never shows from you. Remember that gift has a treasure within. It would be to late to regret when you lose it.” Fredrick’s mom knew about it and yet she still encourages his son to confess his true feelings to Alan. He also knew that Alan had feelings for the person of the same sex because Alan told him about the matter. Then his mom came out with an idea. Arranging a special dinner for them would be the plan. “Ring Ring!!”  The telephoned rang. “Hello?” Alan answered. “Good afternoon Alan. I am having a simple dinner in here and would like to invite you to come over. Mind to join us? You can sleepover at my house as well,” his mom said. He accepted the invitation without and hesitation and went to his room and packs his stuff. After Fredrick’s mom prepared the dinner, she left the house so that they could enjoy themselves. Alan knocked at the door later in the evening. Fredrick opened the door and invited him to enter. That night, he never uttered a single word. He just concentrates on his dinner. A moment later, he took up all his courage and whispered “ Alan’s would you be my boyfriend?” Alan chocked himself after hearing that. A moment later, he just nodded and returned him with a gentle smile. That night they slept together hugging and kissing each other. A year had passed; they graduated from their high school. But they still studied at the same college. But sweet dreams had turn into nightmares. During the second year in his college, Alan’s mother found out about the relationship between them and was furious. She summoned her son one night and yelled, “ This is simply outrageous!!!! I order you to stop this at once and for all!!!! Don’t try to bring shame to the family!!! But anyway, I am transferring you to another college in another state.” “Ma, Please…I beg you. Don’t separate us. It is fate that has brought us together. We are a loving couple,” uttered Alan bitterly. His mom ignored his words and went out. He cried to himself. He told Fredrick about the problems he is facing on the phone the next day. “Don’t worry dear. No one will separate us. I promise,” Fredrick assured him. Just two days after that conversation, Alan’s was sent to another college. There was not a single change for him to say goodbye. Fredrick cried to himself. Yet this has not stopped them from meeting each other. That was the straw for Alan’s mom. She sent him to Australia without Fredrick’s knowing. It was already too late when he learnt about that matter. Both of them didn’t contact each other since then except through e-mail. Fredrick feared to lose his beloved. All he did was to cry alone in the dark and sometimes to his mother. His mother felt sorrow at one glance into his son’s eyes. Without any doubts, she went to beg Alan’s mom because she couldn’t bear to see his son to suffer but to no avail. Alan felt depressing and miserable for not having Fredrick’s by his side. He could feel a thousand needles pierce into his heart and yet he kept money so he could travel back to his beloved. The day had come, Fredrick’s birthday. He made a big party at his own house. Everyone attended that party apart from his beloved. Alan booked a ticket so he could depart a day earlier to give Fredrick a surprise. He also bought presents for him. He felt contented that he can see him again. In Fredrick side, everyone partied and enjoyed him or herself excluding the birthday boy himself. He just drank a few bottles of beer while gazing at the glittering stars of the night and thought of Alan. His friends invited him to play games in the house. He reluctant to but since it is his birthday then he just gave in. Suddenly his friend accidentally turns on the television. “This is the latest news update. The departure of a plane from Australia to Malaysia just crashed in the morning and the passenger in the name of Alan Tan, Blake , etc…. Fredrick burst into tears. Alan’s family made a funeral for his son. Fredrick attended it. SLAP!!!!! “It was you!!!! You killed my son!!!!” shriek Alan’s mom. Fredrick just went to pray for him and said, “ Dear, I’m sorry. We could have been together. I am the one who caused your death.” Couldn’t bear to see his beloved died, he ran away. A week has passed. No one could locate Alan’s body. Then he played the piano piece entitled Nocturne by Chopin. Then a gust of wind blew. He wondered what is Alan doing in the netherworld. He blamed himself to have him as his boyfriend. All of these wouldn’t have happened. He regretted and can’t forgive himself. He went back home after a few hours later. Suddenly he saw a letter issued to him. He quickly opened it sounds like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dear my Beloved Fredrick. How are you getting on? Hope you are fine. I am fine in here too. Well don’t be too sad of being separated. I know one day we will be united again. Dear I really miss you so much. I really can’t forget the days we spent together. Yet life has to still go on. Well I heard that you are quite popular nowadays. How’s the song composing going on? Keep on the good work. Don’t worry about me I will surely take care of myself. But remember this no matter what happens, I will always be by your side supporting you till the end. I will be coming back to you for your birthday. Giving a surprise. Muaks…Good Luck. &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                   &lt;br /&gt;From Your Dear&lt;br /&gt;Alan&lt;br /&gt;After reading it he sob. How unfortunate. He can’t meet him for the last time. “Why must he suffer such fate? He treated me so well. I thought God reward the Good and punish the Evil? This is unfair!!!!!” Fredrick smashed the things he grabbed like a mad man. Not long after, he sat down and cried and laughed at the same time. Months later there was still no sign of Alan. He went back to the same place again, composed a song for him. Then suddenly someone knocked the door. He opened it. ‘Muaks.” “I am back!!!!” “Alan!!!!!! You didn’t die!!! You’re alive!!!!! How come?” Alan plane crashed near the South China Sea. He was saved by a group of fisherman in Sabah. After that he worked in there in order to get money to come over to peninsular Malaysia. “Well promise me not to leave me again ok?” Alan just kept quiet. Then he nod at Fredrick and gave him a gentle kiss into his mouth.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271018700282078257-5754288468475288341?l=everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5754288468475288341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271018700282078257&amp;postID=5754288468475288341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/5754288468475288341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/5754288468475288341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/till-death-do-us-apart.html' title='Till Death Do Us Apart'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14733848997445427333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271018700282078257.post-6531773279594568389</id><published>2005-12-25T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T13:31:13.213+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chocostories'/><title type='text'>The Second Chance</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;SMACK!!! He slapped his son harshly. "Why can't you be like others?You are the only son in the family who can carry on our family's name. Don't you know your action will bring disgrace to our family?" Tears flowed down from Daniel's cheek as he uttered bitterly " We are in love.He had proposed to me recently and I don't care what you all think . I am getting married next month!!" "GO!! I dont have a useless son like you!!" Daniel dashed out to the main door and slammed the door hard. A moment later, sounds of his car screeching were heard as he presses down the accelerator.While driving, he thought to himself what would happen if his mom knew it?Will she support him? Even his siblings didn't know about this serious matter.Finally he reached to Ricky, his fiance's bungalow. Ricky greeted him when he noticed Daniel's eyes were red and sore. He knew that something was wrong after he returned from his father's house. The whole night Daniel didn't utter a single word. All he did was studying his fingers carefully while his mind was focusing on something else.Then as usual, he picked up his diary and started to write and suddenly his tear drops drip onto his diary and he quickly wiped it out to prevent his fiance from noticing him crying.Ricky went to the kitchen immediately to make a cup of coffee and came back minutes later. After letting Daniel sip that fragrant cup of coffee, he hugged him tightly knowing that he needs warmth,Ricky understands that Daniel's parents will object with their wedding.The warmth of his arms made Daniel fast asleep.He turned of the lights and laid him on their bed.&lt;br /&gt;"RING RING,' the telephone rang."Hello?" Daniel answered the phone."Is it true like your father said that you are getting married with a man? Do you know this will bring shame to the family? I demand you to stop this at once or don't call me as your ma again!!!!" his mom growled."But Ma.." before he could finish "PLOP" the caller hung up. He quickly went to the toilet to get himself ready before going to his mother's place hoping that he can persuade his mom to agree with his wedding.A moment later,he reached his mom's house and knocked at the door.His mom pulled him in and started to scold him for the shameful act he made.His mom blame herself for letting their father to have the custody rights for the siblings. But her mom still strictly forbid their wedding.Daniel cried and dashed out from the main door. Minutes later sounds of his car screeching was heard as he press the accelerator. His mother couldn't understand why he fell in love with a man.Suddenly an old lady appeared and press her doorbell.She claimed that she is a fortune teller and would like to give her an advice or two. His mother invited her to sit at the garden table and served her with tea. After the old lady sipped that fragrant tea,she started her speech "Sometimes it is better to accept things that happens rather than you set it at your own ways.One day you will know that you will regret."Before his mother could ask her questions,the old lady vanished into thin air.&lt;br /&gt;  Back to Daniel,he was speeding while thinking of those heart piercing words spoken by her mother.He couldn't understand why his mother will against it strictly. All those thinking made him distracted and he didn't realized that a bicycle was in front of him. He turned his steering to avoid the latter but crashed against a tree hardly.He was then sent to the hospital in an emergency room.His family members heard about the news and rushed to the hospital hoping that his son was saved. The doctors diagnosed that he couldn't be saved because the high impact caused by the accident made him lose a lot of blood.His boyfriend coudn't accept the fate that has befell on his beloved boyfriend and went commiting suicide. Daniel's mother cried bitterly and suddenly,there she was again,the old lady,standing  beside her. She begged" please save my son!!!! I am willing to do anything in order to have my son back!!!" " I warned you before.Now everything is too late. You should've accept it sooner.Don't worry you will be fine." Then she disappeared again. She went back home and lie on her cosy bed.She cried for the whole night until she went for her slumber. She dreamt that she was in a bright place full of stars and with beautiful scent from varieties of flowers. And there she saw her son,standing beside his boyfriend ,waving at her. She woke up and had cold sweat all over her body. "DING DONG" the doorbell rang. She dashed to the main door and open it. She was shocked to see her son with her boyfriend at her doorstep. She hugged then tight. Both of the men were surprised to received such warm hug.Her mother wondered whether it was a nightmare. And there the old lady gazing at her mother by the window. Her mother thanked her at her heart. The old lady smiled  and nodded to her gently in return and vanished for the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;                                            THE END&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE DROP COMMENTS ABOUT THIS STORY..&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271018700282078257-6531773279594568389?l=everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6531773279594568389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271018700282078257&amp;postID=6531773279594568389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/6531773279594568389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271018700282078257/posts/default/6531773279594568389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingiswritteninyourheart.blogspot.com/2005/12/second-chance.html' title='The Second Chance'/><author><name>Dennis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14733848997445427333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
