<?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-9032221</id><updated>2011-09-27T00:53:31.244+08:00</updated><category term='contest'/><category term='me'/><category term='travel'/><category term='photography'/><category term='family'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='random'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='nuffnang'/><category term='films'/><category term='music'/><category term='ukulele'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>a random blog, by me</title><subtitle type='html'>"Simply paying the bills, and existing, isn’t sufficient."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032221/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333407028189790384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxoRT7Euac8/S11Zs98RwrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9R9FvdCVZSM/S220/dec09-irene-lolsq.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032221.post-1080536634732948339</id><published>2010-12-28T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T12:58:09.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bottletree Village</title><content type='html'>I brought my niece and mom out to Bottle-tree Village last week. It was half fun, and half disastrous. The playing was fun, till my niece turned into a great monster after we settled down for dinner. Took a few photos with my keychain camera. Slideshow below. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="offsite=true&amp;lang=en-us&amp;page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2Flomomilo%2Fsets%2F72157625688774026%2Fshow%2F&amp;page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2Flomomilo%2Fsets%2F72157625688774026%2F&amp;set_id=72157625688774026&amp;jump_to="&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=71649"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=71649" allowFullScreen="true" flashvars="offsite=true&amp;lang=en-us&amp;page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2Flomomilo%2Fsets%2F72157625688774026%2Fshow%2F&amp;page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2Flomomilo%2Fsets%2F72157625688774026%2F&amp;set_id=72157625688774026&amp;jump_to=" width="400" height="300"&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/9032221-1080536634732948339?l=milogal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/feeds/1080536634732948339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/2010/12/bottletree-village.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032221/posts/default/1080536634732948339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032221/posts/default/1080536634732948339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/2010/12/bottletree-village.html' title='Bottletree Village'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333407028189790384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxoRT7Euac8/S11Zs98RwrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9R9FvdCVZSM/S220/dec09-irene-lolsq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032221.post-715650483405925353</id><published>2010-12-28T12:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T12:37:59.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/qtjBubJQdXU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&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-nocookie.com/v/qtjBubJQdXU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found this really great composer, and I'm falling in love with his songs. He have a CD, which I'm so going to &lt;a href="http://www.yesasia.com/us/ra-d-vol-2-5-realcollabo-rmx/1020521998-0-0-0-en/info.html"&gt;buy&lt;/a&gt;, but I just have to wait a while before getting it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ra.D 2.5집 [RealCollabo] + RMX 앨범&lt;br /&gt;Release Date: July 15, 2009&lt;br /&gt;- Track List -&lt;br /&gt;01. Mal Love (feat. Inbar)&lt;br /&gt;02. Everything's Gonna Be Alright (feat. ◀:꼬깔이, 배켱, Inbar)&lt;br /&gt;03. 너와 함께 있음을 (Lullaby RMX)&lt;br /&gt;04. I'm In Love (Piano RMX)&lt;br /&gt;05. Goodbye (Original Mix)&lt;br /&gt;06. 난 네게 (Acoustik RMX) (feat. Inbar)&lt;br /&gt;07. I Could Sing Of Your Love Forever (Silky RMX) (feat. Grace Eun, ◀:꼬깔이)&lt;br /&gt;08. Jesus Loves Me (Groovy RMX) (feat. 조수아, Hena)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are all sooooooooooo niceeeee! &amp;lt;3 And yesss, I still love 2AM. They are both in my list now. ^^x&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be really nice if 2AM can get to sing songs composed by Ra.D. Let's just hope this day will arrive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than this, I'm falling in love with my new ukulele too. :D My Makala Concert, which I've waited for a month till it arrived as it was out of stock! Good thing is that it arrived just before Christmas. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/5299205732/" title="Makala Concert by lomomilo, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Makala Concert" height="300" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5123/5299205732_e3f008516b.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032221-715650483405925353?l=milogal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/feeds/715650483405925353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032221/posts/default/715650483405925353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032221/posts/default/715650483405925353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-in-love.html' title='I&apos;m in Love...'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333407028189790384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxoRT7Euac8/S11Zs98RwrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9R9FvdCVZSM/S220/dec09-irene-lolsq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5123/5299205732_e3f008516b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032221.post-8404807619242831392</id><published>2010-12-06T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T14:49:21.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while...</title><content type='html'>I guess I've neglected my ukulele too much. Why is that so, you might think. 'cos it committed suicide! *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/5236770593/" title=".R.I.P. by lomomilo, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt=".R.I.P." height="300" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5166/5236770593_8bc90b55f6.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how it happened, it was already like this when I took it out to play. I could have just buy a super glue and try to glue it back, but the devil in me decided to announce its death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, the death of my very first ukulele leads to the birth of something better. Yes! The Makala Concert! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;It isn't a high-end ukulele but it's one of the best ukulele among the beginner range. I haven't got my hand on it yet, as it's going to be shipped in by January. But I'm so so so excited to play on my new baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ukulelemovement.com/images/stories/KA-MK-C/KA-MK-C01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Makala Concert" height="300" src="http://www.ukulelemovement.com/images/stories/KA-MK-C/KA-MK-C01.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And during the time I went MIA on this blog, I have developed a new-found "hobby". Not sure if I should call it a hobby, or I'm just sick of the food bought outside. Yes, FOOD! I started cooking my own meals, and so far, I've tried more than 5 different dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/5236803013/" title="Pasta by lomomilo, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Pasta" height="300" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5207/5236803013_ee0f88ed7d.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/5236776393/" title="Kimchi fried rice by lomomilo, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Kimchi fried rice" height="300" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5250/5236776393_a768b2dcd8.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's Pasta, Honey Baked Wings, Sushi, Japanese Egg Roll/Tamagoyaki, Udon Soup, Salmon Clear Soup, Bean Paste Stew/Dwen-jang Chi-gae /된장찌개, kimchi fried rice/Kim-chi Bo-kum-bop/&lt;span class="bullets"&gt;김치볶음밥&lt;/span&gt; and "Army"  Stew/Bu-dae Chi-gae/부대찌개. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you know why am I missing. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032221-8404807619242831392?l=milogal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/feeds/8404807619242831392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-been-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032221/posts/default/8404807619242831392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032221/posts/default/8404807619242831392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while...'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333407028189790384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxoRT7Euac8/S11Zs98RwrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9R9FvdCVZSM/S220/dec09-irene-lolsq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5166/5236770593_8bc90b55f6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032221.post-103800807256894455</id><published>2010-10-03T13:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T13:24:36.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing...</title><content type='html'>I was staring at my blog, trying to squeeze some words out of me, to be written on this un-interesting space on the net. Why is it so hard to just let my thoughts flow, and not care about how will it affect certain aspect of life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be able to speak my mind, and be happy with who I am. I used to be able to laugh with no worries and my shoulders are always relaxed. Is it true that the older you grow, the lesser the laughter, and the heavier your shoulders feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And now, I'm just another adult, who have to mind what one says and be responsible for what one do. Sometimes, I really do missed being a kid once again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/irenethang/83283333/" title="chalet 8 by milogal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="chalet 8" height="330" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/38/83283333_af0f6c42ee.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032221-103800807256894455?l=milogal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/feeds/103800807256894455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/2010/10/reminiscing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032221/posts/default/103800807256894455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032221/posts/default/103800807256894455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/2010/10/reminiscing.html' title='Reminiscing...'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333407028189790384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxoRT7Euac8/S11Zs98RwrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9R9FvdCVZSM/S220/dec09-irene-lolsq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/38/83283333_af0f6c42ee_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032221.post-7602217571173972233</id><published>2010-10-02T23:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T23:04:21.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going all kkab-kwonlicious!</title><content type='html'>This is the day where I confessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how kkab you are, you'll always shine among others with your talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="278" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u3hJ93doWuQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&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/u3hJ93doWuQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="278"&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/9032221-7602217571173972233?l=milogal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/feeds/7602217571173972233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/2010/10/going-all-kkab-kwonlicious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032221/posts/default/7602217571173972233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032221/posts/default/7602217571173972233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/2010/10/going-all-kkab-kwonlicious.html' title='Going all kkab-kwonlicious!'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333407028189790384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxoRT7Euac8/S11Zs98RwrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9R9FvdCVZSM/S220/dec09-irene-lolsq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032221.post-3723951274018301503</id><published>2010-10-02T01:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T01:26:22.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shop, Eat! Shop, Eat!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling a little regretful right now for not taking more pictures back then in Hongkong!! I guess I was trying to save up the cash and spend them on shopping and food! Awww, wish I could go back again some time soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/4999660849/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/5000245810/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="270" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4084/5000245810_7fc1729899.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/4999660849/" title="photo sharing"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/4999660849/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/4999660849/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="270" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4105/4999660849_30353f4c5b.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/4999660849/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/4999660849/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/4999651409/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="640" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4126/4999651409_1c25e72ae3.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" width="432" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032221-3723951274018301503?l=milogal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/feeds/3723951274018301503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/2010/10/r1-32.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032221/posts/default/3723951274018301503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032221/posts/default/3723951274018301503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/2010/10/r1-32.html' title='Shop, Eat! Shop, Eat!!'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333407028189790384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxoRT7Euac8/S11Zs98RwrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9R9FvdCVZSM/S220/dec09-irene-lolsq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4084/5000245810_7fc1729899_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032221.post-4759109696354319146</id><published>2010-07-09T14:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T14:04:56.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:DDDDD</title><content type='html'>I'm going to Hong Kong at the end of July!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032221-4759109696354319146?l=milogal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/feeds/4759109696354319146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/2010/07/ddddd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032221/posts/default/4759109696354319146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032221/posts/default/4759109696354319146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/2010/07/ddddd.html' title=':DDDDD'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333407028189790384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxoRT7Euac8/S11Zs98RwrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9R9FvdCVZSM/S220/dec09-irene-lolsq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032221.post-2889227446898371940</id><published>2010-04-24T19:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T19:49:50.376+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ukulele'/><title type='text'>I walk the line, Ukulele Cover</title><content type='html'>I was bored, and hence, recorded another song! Montage is of my niecey when she was less than a year old! *Pinches her cheek*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gphWIlpjvEE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&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/gphWIlpjvEE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&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/9032221-2889227446898371940?l=milogal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/feeds/2889227446898371940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-walk-line-ukulele-cover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032221/posts/default/2889227446898371940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032221/posts/default/2889227446898371940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-walk-line-ukulele-cover.html' title='I walk the line, Ukulele Cover'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333407028189790384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxoRT7Euac8/S11Zs98RwrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9R9FvdCVZSM/S220/dec09-irene-lolsq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032221.post-7060044520178239219</id><published>2010-04-24T18:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T19:49:34.056+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='films'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ukulele'/><title type='text'>Falling Slowly, Ukulele cover</title><content type='html'>My 2nd song on ukulele. It's an OST from the movie, "Once". I watched it after hearing the song, and totally love it. The song isn't perfect as I recorded on the same day that I learn the song. Well, you know, lazy me. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KJXbNNtNQdE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&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/KJXbNNtNQdE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&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/9032221-7060044520178239219?l=milogal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/feeds/7060044520178239219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/2010/04/falling-slowly-ukulele-cover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032221/posts/default/7060044520178239219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032221/posts/default/7060044520178239219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/2010/04/falling-slowly-ukulele-cover.html' title='Falling Slowly, Ukulele cover'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333407028189790384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxoRT7Euac8/S11Zs98RwrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9R9FvdCVZSM/S220/dec09-irene-lolsq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032221.post-8033993793814094848</id><published>2010-04-03T13:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T13:53:26.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is giving up easier for most people?</title><content type='html'>Everyone have their dreams. Some unfulfilled, some still chasing after it, while some achieved it after much hard work. As for me, I'm still chasing after my rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things started to get a little better, there's always someone who try to pop the bubbles out from your head. Someone who you wish that she will understand, and she will always be on your side. But that little harmless needle can actually hurts. It's like a heavy glass globe crashing into little pieces against the cold hard floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been freelancing for over a year, and I always know that my family doesn't approved of the idea. It appears to them that, a stable income is always much better. Not to say freelancing, they never even approved of me working in the media industry from the start. "Why are you so stupid? Why don't you just get a normal job? Can't you just do things like customer service? Why do you still want to work when the pay is so little? A full-time job is still better..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I actually need from them are words of encouragement, asking me not to give up easily, especially when there's so much time and hard work spent. I just can't give up yet. Not now, not this year at least, not till I tried my best. &amp;gt;:O!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032221-8033993793814094848?l=milogal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/feeds/8033993793814094848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/2010/04/is-giving-up-easiler-for-most-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032221/posts/default/8033993793814094848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032221/posts/default/8033993793814094848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/2010/04/is-giving-up-easiler-for-most-people.html' title='Is giving up easier for most people?'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333407028189790384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxoRT7Euac8/S11Zs98RwrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9R9FvdCVZSM/S220/dec09-irene-lolsq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032221.post-391035231767602538</id><published>2010-03-28T12:06:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T12:34:56.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More pictures from Bali!</title><content type='html'>More from my vivitar love! Finally get to develope my two rolls of slides from Bali! I'll let the pictures do most of the talking now~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/4466028419/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="270" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4048/4466028419_23ecb640c7.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm the slowest human who reached the top that day, but I managed to be on the peak in time for sunrise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/4466028419/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/4466804926/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="640" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2716/4466804926_abaa993f46.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" width="432" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You can imagine how happy I am to reach the top!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/4466029229/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="640" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2768/4466029229_9f3fa8080b.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" width="432" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/4466029229/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/4466033523/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="270" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4040/4466033523_27e8d90c9a.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;With views like that, all the pain is all worth while!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/4466033523/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/4466810754/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="270" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2683/4466810754_7440afd9cd.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Goodbye, Mt Batur!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/4466865850/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="640" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4037/4466865850_c0524e704f.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" width="432" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/4466097165/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="270" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2717/4466097165_e6a6f12cb7.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great royal temple of Pura Taman Ayun, Mengwi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/4466878690/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="640" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4006/4466878690_f545aea95f.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" width="432" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The little boy is so cute, but he just hates camera. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/4466111331/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="640" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4050/4466111331_8a62703522.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" width="432" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;On the field of Jatiluwih, the biggest rice terrace in Bali.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/4466892066/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="640" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4034/4466892066_7b824900d3.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" width="432" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sunset at Tanah Lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/4466092083/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="270" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2719/4466092083_2b0e1decb9.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Surprise double exposure, which I don't know how it happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And not forgetting my lil niece's photos. Not a lot as the sun wasn't bright at that moment. She's in her pinkish swimsuit, on her 1year old bday party!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/4466015085/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="270" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4061/4466015085_c7d13186c9.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/4466015085/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/4466790740/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="270" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2691/4466790740_f77e221a3e.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/4466790740/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/4466018627/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="640" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2706/4466018627_02594d0113.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" width="432" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/4466018627/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&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/9032221-391035231767602538?l=milogal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/feeds/391035231767602538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/2010/03/roll1c014255-r1-25-25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032221/posts/default/391035231767602538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032221/posts/default/391035231767602538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/2010/03/roll1c014255-r1-25-25.html' title='More pictures from Bali!'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333407028189790384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxoRT7Euac8/S11Zs98RwrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9R9FvdCVZSM/S220/dec09-irene-lolsq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4048/4466028419_23ecb640c7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032221.post-4751111417045886310</id><published>2010-03-17T13:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T14:01:58.380+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>The thing about good services...</title><content type='html'>Remember I just went Bali for 6 days with my friends? We actually went Hard Rock Bali on our last few days to chill, and it left us a 50% bad impression. Well, anyway if you want to know what's the fuss about, you can view the review I wrote for tripadvisor &lt;a href="http://www.tripadvisor.com/ShowUserReviews-g294226-d1547711-r58776408-Hard_Rock_Cafe-Bali.html#UR58776408"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. (My username is lomomilo :D ) And yep, haha I actually quite irritated till I created an account in TripAdvisor to write a bad review about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess who sent me a message on tripadvisor today???&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Their Asst. Marketing Manager! Tada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He or she actually bothered to send me a message regarding my review! Here's what I received. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr./Ms.,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warmest greetings from Hard Rock Cafe Bali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would like to express our sincere apology in regards to what had happened on your visit to our restaurant. We deeply regret to have you encounter such experience on your holiday in Bali. We will promptly investigate this matter so no such incident will ever happen again in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want to make it up to you and would like to invite you for another visit and experience Hard Rock Cafe Bali in a true authentic way by extending complimentary lunch or dinner for you and your companion. Please email us at ten@hardrock.co.id anytime to accept our invitation and set up a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope to see you again to enjoy an authentic rock &amp;amp; roll experience at our restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely yours,&lt;br /&gt;Ten Swaratama&lt;br /&gt;Asst. Marketing Manager&lt;br /&gt;Hard Rock Cafe Bali&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;..........................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at least someone in the Marketing department cares, but I won't be going back to Bali so soon. So let's just hope that they are really sincere and seriously do some improvement in their services.*cross fingers* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, little things in life does matter a lot to people, and it shows how much one care about a scenario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Update* So the invite is changed to Hard Rock Singapore since I won't be traveling to Bali any time soon. Will see how it goes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032221-4751111417045886310?l=milogal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/feeds/4751111417045886310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/2010/03/thing-about-good-services.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032221/posts/default/4751111417045886310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032221/posts/default/4751111417045886310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/2010/03/thing-about-good-services.html' title='The thing about good services...'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333407028189790384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxoRT7Euac8/S11Zs98RwrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9R9FvdCVZSM/S220/dec09-irene-lolsq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032221.post-5237684678220149533</id><published>2010-03-16T00:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T00:42:09.248+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ukulele'/><title type='text'>My "virgin" ukulele's song</title><content type='html'>Okay, so a few posts before I mentioned that I've bought a cheap ukulele. I practiced for a bit, and decided to record my virgin beginner song to pollute the world with my voice and the cheap ukulele's sound. Hope you guys didn't trash my blog away once you heard me. It wasn't easy to sing and play at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fPzy3VukMRY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&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/fPzy3VukMRY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&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/9032221-5237684678220149533?l=milogal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/feeds/5237684678220149533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-virgin-ukuleles-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032221/posts/default/5237684678220149533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032221/posts/default/5237684678220149533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-virgin-ukuleles-song.html' title='My &quot;virgin&quot; ukulele&apos;s song'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333407028189790384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxoRT7Euac8/S11Zs98RwrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9R9FvdCVZSM/S220/dec09-irene-lolsq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032221.post-8512293798954266975</id><published>2010-03-15T14:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T14:55:21.860+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='films'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><title type='text'>When in Rome?</title><content type='html'>I always love to visit Rome if I ever earn enough for a return flight and a one week stay. And perhaps, just like this movie, meet a cute guy &lt;strike&gt;and fall in love!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MlJzWvZfOMs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MlJzWvZfOMs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were Beth, I will definitely choose Josh Duhamel! And the reasons are so damn clear to everyone! Firstly, he's cute and handsome. That says a lot! Secondly, all of those who saw Beth plucking the magic coins in the fountain looks incredibly insane! I mean they freak Beth out more than creating chemistry! And lastly, the fact that Josh isn't poisoned by the magic of the "love fountain", that he's truly in love with Beth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well it's all about the fantasy love in a romance movie, and it's all different when it comes to reality. In reality, there isn't such thing called a magical fountain. And if there really is one somewhere out there, I believe there will be a huge chaos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike the movie, a real partner for life will be someone who truly understand each other, who could communicate well instead of using alienate languages, and not forgetting the similar interest/goal part so there will be something enjoyable to strive together! There's another two important points for myself, which is there shouldn't be any awkward silence and we should be able accept the flaws of our partner. Awkward silences are really... awkward... I had it once when I was much younger, and I could still remember how I didn't realized my hand is shaking as I hold on to the guy's arm. The silence is so over-whelming, and it should the the kind of comfortable silence, in which both of us didn't mind and in fact are enjoying it. As for the second point, it's just simply that nobody is perfect! Everyone must have some flaws, and if we can't accept that of our partner, then life will be hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, back to the movie. I won't mind watching it for the laughter and the fact that it's in Rome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;So, catch "When In Rome" Movie starting from 25th March 2010 and join the official &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/disneystudiosSG" target="_blank"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/disneystudiosSG" target="_blank"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt; page!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032221-8512293798954266975?l=milogal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/feeds/8512293798954266975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-in-rome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032221/posts/default/8512293798954266975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032221/posts/default/8512293798954266975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-in-rome.html' title='When in Rome?'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333407028189790384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxoRT7Euac8/S11Zs98RwrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9R9FvdCVZSM/S220/dec09-irene-lolsq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032221.post-7177108539764672788</id><published>2010-03-11T13:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T00:42:47.456+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Happy 25? Or just another 25?</title><content type='html'>It seems so unreal to me that I am officially 25 years old. It sounds old to me, but I'm sure there's many of you out there thinking that I still have a long way ahead of me. But well, what I'm trying to say here is that, I have a boring life already and I'm only just 25. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel weird writing out my thoughts now, as I'm trained for keeping weird thoughts out of people's way, from the moment I starts getting weird reactions from people each time I tried to pollute them with my weird-ish thinking. There could only be two logical possibilities, which is either 1) I do have weird thinking, or 2) They just can't be bothered with what I'm trying to fill them in with, 'cos life is miserable enough for them to absorb any more of my ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I think I found out the "secret" of being alive! Is that, there will never be any smooth sailing, and the sea will always be rocky and trying to drown you anytime. And to stay alive, you just have to keep fighting against it. And along the way, when your energy is down, you will start to recruit &lt;strike&gt;partner/&lt;/strike&gt;friends so both of you won't feel as alone or fearful of what's going to hit you in the head. But the tricky thing is, everyone is so different that not every single one can match with one another. So, it's another rocky path (like the one I just trekked a while ago on Mount Batur, in which some might think it's easy 'cos they had overcome even worst path) where you will just have to keep your eyes &lt;strike&gt;closed&lt;/strike&gt;open to whoever that fills in the position of being your &lt;strike&gt;partner&lt;/strike&gt;friend or whatever-so-you-called-it. And in all this 25 years I've been thinking what the hell am I living for? Why do things get fucked up again and again, and why do I have to fix things all the time, when is it even enough? It's always me who have to do all the dirty job. (And I bet people will start telling me that I am not alone at this point) And each time I just have to try to motivate myself, as it seems like there's hardly someone who could understand. So I am my own best friend? Trying to convince or fake myself into believing that things will be alright, and that the sea will be calm after each rocky storms. Am I pathetic or what? Or perhaps I'm just weird or over-reacting every time something just sparkles in the corrupted mind of mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="400" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2380/2466092127_81765d1a87.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be entirely bonkers. But I'll tell you a secret. All the best people are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032221-7177108539764672788?l=milogal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/feeds/7177108539764672788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032221/posts/default/7177108539764672788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032221/posts/default/7177108539764672788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-25.html' title='Happy 25? Or just another 25?'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333407028189790384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxoRT7Euac8/S11Zs98RwrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9R9FvdCVZSM/S220/dec09-irene-lolsq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2380/2466092127_81765d1a87_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032221.post-4097827222508315985</id><published>2010-03-08T14:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T00:43:02.684+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ukulele'/><title type='text'>For the Ukulele's noobies</title><content type='html'>I was out with my family for dinner, when something caught my attention. It's an old fashion looking shop selling guitars, which have been there since I don't know when. Well, I've been wanting to get a cheap ukulele, and so I went to check it out, hoping that a guitar shop will sell some cheapo ukulele for the poor me. And guess what??? I bought a white painted ukulele for just $20! I know, it's so damn cheap, but I just want to try playing to see if I like it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/4415656403/" title="[ ukulele ] by lomomilo, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="[ ukulele ]" height="302" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2793/4415656403_87f05e85c7.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;See? How cool is that! I have a white ukulele!&lt;/span&gt; So, anyway I know nuts about ukulele and I got the shop owner to help me tune it. But when I got home, I realized it's out of tune, so I went to look for my new best friend, Mr google! Yep, he's my nbf. So I found this really good website to help &lt;a href="http://www.get-tuned.com/ukulele_tuner.php"&gt;tuning&lt;/a&gt; your ukulele. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, come the next step of owning a ukulele. For noobs like me, I found this really good video online to help me start playing something decent. It's the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=phh5S2oOHL8"&gt;kookaburra&lt;/a&gt;! It's really good, 'cos he's slow enough for you to figure out where's your chords, and it's a video, so you can pause and re-watch it anytime! But, after playing kookaburra, I feel that it's really not enough. I mean, I don't buy an ukulele just to play one song? So, I asked my nbf again, and found this even better website for &lt;strike&gt;noobies&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.doctoruke.com/beginners.html"&gt;beginners&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kind of frustrated at first, as my ukulele kept going out of tune. I was thinking am I that bad? Or it's just that my cheap ukulele sucks? But anyway, my nbf told me that it's kinda normal for new ukulele/strings to go out of tune, as it's trying to adapt being strung by a noob like me. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/phh5S2oOHL8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/phh5S2oOHL8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&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/9032221-4097827222508315985?l=milogal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/feeds/4097827222508315985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/2010/03/ukuleles-noobie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032221/posts/default/4097827222508315985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032221/posts/default/4097827222508315985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/2010/03/ukuleles-noobie.html' title='For the Ukulele&apos;s noobies'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333407028189790384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxoRT7Euac8/S11Zs98RwrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9R9FvdCVZSM/S220/dec09-irene-lolsq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2793/4415656403_87f05e85c7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032221.post-3907272094417824229</id><published>2010-03-04T14:29:00.076+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T00:43:48.776+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>And Bali I went!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Halloo!! I'm back!! And got darker, but all fresh from the holiday. Haven't had so much fun for quite a while, and it's really a good trip even tho the weather is freaking hot! Bali is like omg paradiseee not just for couple! Okay, I'm just going to let the photos do the talking! All photos are taken by my cute lil VQ1015 &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/4405118019/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="320" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4060/4405118019_46ed8ecd2d.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1: Outside Indra Homestay, where we stayed for our first 3 nights in Ubud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/4405882584/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="320" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2772/4405882584_ff4f4e0d67.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1: The view from this sucky restaurant we ate on the first day. It's like the worst buffet I ever had and it cost about 13 dollars each? Totally not worth it as I feel like I'm eating zhar cai peng.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/4405883574/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="320" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2793/4405883574_20f9078c60.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1: Some cafe with a rice paddy field! Can't remember the name, but it's near Monkey Forest in Ubud. We had fruit juices and some snack~ before the yummy dinner at Warung Enak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/4405883722/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="320" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4005/4405883722_d7d81de5b8.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Day 2: My first mountain climbing/trekking! I'm real slow and got over-took by almost everyone, but I still managed to reach the top in time for sunrise! :D The view is fab, but sunrise isn't the best 'cos of the clouds! But the experience is totally worth everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/4405123185/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="320" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4066/4405123185_fbb2d2c921.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Day 3: It was a good day, as the clouds were dark but we didn't encounter any rain! The driver is good, and lunch was good, and we bought lots of fruits! Went to Mengwi, Lake Temple, Jatiliwih and last stop at Tanah Lot! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/4405123185/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/4405123185/"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="320" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2786/4405888444_f040d8a396.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Day 3: Sunset wasn't fab, but guess it's still a good day. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/4405888564/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="320" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4015/4405888564_731edab4da.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Day 4 / 5: Seminyak! A day for chilling by the beach in the day, and chilling in Hardrock Cafe by night. Only bad is the toilet in our guesthouse isn't "okay" enough.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/4405889664/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="320" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4007/4405889664_16361e2ff8.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We bought a kite and I guess it got the attention of others, and a guy actually came and started talking to me. He walked away after a while as I was just busy playing with my kite. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/4405118961/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="320" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4039/4405118961_0a23006d29.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Day 5 / 6: Our last stop at Kuta! And finally staying in a room with air-con, good bed and toilet, and with a small pool! Kindly sponsored by holy grace as a birthday treat, and also seafood dinner at jimbaran!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/4405125399/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="320" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4065/4405125399_5decb0b38c.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/4405125399/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Food isn't the best I had but the combination is great, with dinner on the beach and a sunset view, it's a total bliss! And Grace is irritated by 2 middle-age looking guys who kept talking to us non-stop, and trying to get us our for party at night. Too bad they ain't cute at all. &amp;gt;:O!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/4405890184/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="320" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4014/4405890184_e38f3cc37a.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/4405125699/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="320" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4071/4405125699_78a836d3ea.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1267686969547"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And I went home a happy girl! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032221-3907272094417824229?l=milogal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/feeds/3907272094417824229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/2010/03/img0137.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032221/posts/default/3907272094417824229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032221/posts/default/3907272094417824229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/2010/03/img0137.html' title='And Bali I went!'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333407028189790384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxoRT7Euac8/S11Zs98RwrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9R9FvdCVZSM/S220/dec09-irene-lolsq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4060/4405118019_46ed8ecd2d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032221.post-8345476226752218313</id><published>2010-02-19T15:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T00:43:39.053+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>My new found "love"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/4370025378/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="300" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2760/4370025378_03d092b6ec.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/4370025378/"&gt;IMG_0003&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/lomomilo/"&gt;lomomilo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;My new VQ1015 &amp;lt;3 ... It's a keychain camera that takes lomo-style pictures! Totally my kind of thing! &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/9032221-8345476226752218313?l=milogal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/feeds/8345476226752218313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/2010/02/img0003.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032221/posts/default/8345476226752218313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032221/posts/default/8345476226752218313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/2010/02/img0003.html' title='My new found &quot;love&quot;'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333407028189790384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxoRT7Euac8/S11Zs98RwrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9R9FvdCVZSM/S220/dec09-irene-lolsq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2760/4370025378_03d092b6ec_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032221.post-6252119701521015412</id><published>2010-02-12T17:16:00.071+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T18:08:25.030+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>A visit to the "reality"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;Have you ever look out the window, hoping that all the things in front of you weren't true? Or perhaps hiding in your room, and day-dreaming about the life you really want, but you already know that it's quite impossible? Or even worst, you actually wished your dad to die soon, so all your trouble will vanish with his death?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/3115897312/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="270" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3108/3115897312_62d3e31133.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/3115897312/"&gt;Mel_recce37s&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/lomomilo/"&gt;lomomilo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I do, but not much of the dying part... and I still dream about my dream, whether or not is it going to come true for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I have all this thoughts, is that... I visited my "dad" at Meranti Home yesterday. I didn't go alone. I went with my mom. And if you ask me why I labelled him as "dad", and not just dad.. I just find it hard to call him that as he's never been much of a daddy to me. *deep breath*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/2610943382/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="268" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3048/2610943382_1a19eaebc4.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/2610943382/"&gt;F1000023&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/lomomilo/"&gt;lomomilo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;If you will to ask me about what happened now, I won't be able to finish the whole story in this lil post. So bear with me, and let me spills out my thought slowly? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually finding it hard to write whatever I'm thinking out on the blog now, as I realized while growing up, I learned how to be stronger. But as I grew stronger, I stopped talking about it as compared to when I'm younger. As I stopped talking about it, I find it difficult to talk about it again. But I know I have to face up to the reality, and I swear I tried ways of facing this reality of mine. (I actually tried to write a short film on him and my thinking, but it's all polluted with thoughts of hatred and just my point of view. But I stopped, as I still couldn't face up to the fact... or let's say, 'cos I didn't want to find out about his point of view.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/2961421102/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="270" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3072/2961421102_dc8f689ec8.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/2961421102/"&gt;Roll1_C003482-R1-03-3&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/lomomilo/"&gt;lomomilo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I saw him again. (I actually paused for quite a while as I'm trying to figure out my thoughts...) It's a different kind of feeling seeing him this time. It used to be hatred. But now, I feel like I need to release myself from all this hatred as I am tired from hating. I'll be just happy if he stop all his nonsense and stay at the home like he is now. I am seriously happy at the way things are now in the house, and it will be really really great if it stays the same. All I want is a peaceful home. For I cherish what I have now, and not what has happened before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/2961392628/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="270" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3170/2961392628_e3d8ee2491.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/2961392628/"&gt;Living creatures on the wall&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/lomomilo/"&gt;lomomilo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still couldn't talk to him yet, but I'm just feeling happy that I don't hate him as much as before.&lt;br /&gt;I thank him, for showing me the reality and cruelness of the world.&lt;br /&gt;I thank him, for making me a much stronger person. &lt;br /&gt;I thank him, for if wasn't for him and my mom, I won't be able to live this world.&lt;br /&gt;And I will thank him, if he stop giving us trouble and stay at where he is supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: I was walking pass my mom with a plate of hams and egg, and she shifted her leg almost tripping me even tho I told her I'M WALKING PASS!! OMG!!! And I complaint and she replied, "Why would I want to trip you, if you fall I need to mop the floor lo!" I'm like so you care more about the oil spill from the food rather than ME falling... I'm f*cking disappointed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032221-6252119701521015412?l=milogal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/feeds/6252119701521015412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/2010/02/roll1c003482-r1-03-3.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032221/posts/default/6252119701521015412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032221/posts/default/6252119701521015412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/2010/02/roll1c003482-r1-03-3.html' title='A visit to the &quot;reality&quot;'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333407028189790384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxoRT7Euac8/S11Zs98RwrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9R9FvdCVZSM/S220/dec09-irene-lolsq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3108/3115897312_62d3e31133_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032221.post-6764203527682922894</id><published>2010-02-11T15:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T00:44:06.082+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Springclean 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/4348374522/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="300" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2595/4348374522_fd74b61cfe.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/4348374522/"&gt;springclean 2010&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/lomomilo/"&gt;lomomilo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Had a war with the dust left over from 2009 in my room, and TADA!!! Lovee my new work desk!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;And also a new dining table for only $120+ per set. Nice enough for a small family!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/4347647857/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="300" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4033/4347647857_19463c1e32.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/4347647857/"&gt;New dining table from Ikea!&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/lomomilo/"&gt;lomomilo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;But it's still a long way to go before I can totally turn the house into something niceeeeeeeeee :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I love making the house pretty!!&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/9032221-6764203527682922894?l=milogal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/feeds/6764203527682922894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/2010/02/springclean-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032221/posts/default/6764203527682922894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032221/posts/default/6764203527682922894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/2010/02/springclean-2010.html' title='Springclean 2010'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333407028189790384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxoRT7Euac8/S11Zs98RwrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9R9FvdCVZSM/S220/dec09-irene-lolsq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2595/4348374522_fd74b61cfe_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032221.post-9136249043067148131</id><published>2010-02-05T14:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T19:12:19.932+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='films'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuffnang'/><title type='text'>The Confession of a BROKE 'shopaholic'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/3114240915/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3120/3114240915_f2a37d19bb.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/3114240915/"&gt;The Cathay&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/lomomilo/"&gt;lomomilo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;You're broke 'cos of the obvious reason, and together with your best friend, the two of you walked into the deadly trap set up by mall owners all over Orchard Road. You suddenly feel an adrenaline rush, but deep in your heart you hear a voice saying, "NO! YOU CAN'T SHOP ANYMORE! IF YOU DO, YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO GO ON A HOLIDAY!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/3113086704/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="270" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3288/3113086704_f190fa8cb6.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/3113086704/"&gt;Seletar Airport&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/lomomilo/"&gt;lomomilo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;And as you walked into your favorite shops like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecathay.com.sg/storedirectory/default.asp"&gt;Leftfoot Entrepot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecathay.com.sg/storedirectory/default.asp"&gt;+20 Bulbs&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thecathay.com.sg/storedirectory/default.asp"&gt;woodwould&lt;/a&gt; and so on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;, you just keep mumbling to yourself, "Holiday, holiday, holiday... ..." till something cute just pop right in front of you and the urge of buying it keep rushing up your blood! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecathay.com.sg/images/sub_images/stores/leftfoot_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.thecathay.com.sg/images/sub_images/stores/leftfoot_b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecathay.com.sg/images/sub_images/stores/20bulbs-a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.thecathay.com.sg/images/sub_images/stores/20bulbs-a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecathay.com.sg/images/sub_images/stores/wood_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.thecathay.com.sg/images/sub_images/stores/wood_b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/2960599669/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="270" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3010/2960599669_5188fe2a0a.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/2960599669/"&gt;giraffe&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/lomomilo/"&gt;lomomilo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Thousands of 'excuses' start pouring in your mind, telling you how much you "WANT" the stuffs, and not "NEED" the stuffs. Like, "Ohhh, how nice it will look on my desk~ when I'm stressed I can just play with it or looking at it makes me feel all happy!" But the fact is, after a few months your attention will be directed to something new again, and the routine goes on and on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/2961438058/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="270" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3002/2961438058_37acaf39f5.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/2961438058/"&gt;mushroom&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/lomomilo/"&gt;lomomilo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Then, your best friend caught that danger look in your eyes, and walked up to you, slapping you out of your dream and drags you away from the devil. And you guys will be like debating about why you should buy, or why you shouldn't buy all those 101 stuffs that you liked on your way.&amp;nbsp; And it all summarized to you don't actually need those items unless you earn lots of money. Or you can just try to enter into contests and pray that you will win stuffs you want as you just can't afford them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So the moral of the story is,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: magenta;"&gt;“Join The Cathay Facebook page (&lt;a href="http://www.nuffnang.com.sg/blog/2010/02/02/Garmin%20Asus/www.facebook.com/thecathay"&gt;www.facebook.com/thecathay&lt;/a&gt;) to get updated with latest promos, events, contests &amp;amp; giveaways!”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #e69138; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Just let me win pleaseeeeeeeeeeeee!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/2789164650/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="300" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3023/2789164650_810a195254.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/2789164650/"&gt;Moi baby~&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/lomomilo/"&gt;lomomilo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #e69138; font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032221-9136249043067148131?l=milogal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/feeds/9136249043067148131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/2010/02/confession-of-broke-shopaholic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032221/posts/default/9136249043067148131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032221/posts/default/9136249043067148131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/2010/02/confession-of-broke-shopaholic.html' title='The Confession of a BROKE &apos;shopaholic&apos;'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333407028189790384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxoRT7Euac8/S11Zs98RwrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9R9FvdCVZSM/S220/dec09-irene-lolsq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3120/3114240915_f2a37d19bb_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032221.post-4239893023053491048</id><published>2010-02-05T13:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T13:44:36.092+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='films'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Just... living my life</title><content type='html'>There's nothing much to blog about recently. Just living the normal life, meet up with two small "group" of friends, had marche twice, watched a movie "The Imaginarium of Doctor Panarssus" and feeling all disappointed after, had a pedicure which cost me a bomb just for the new year that I won't be celebrating, and followed my mom out to buy just her new clothes.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I say "group" is because, they are not really a group. Haha, just one or two peeps from different part of my "friends' list". Anyway, it's nice as finally I have the time to meet up so it's all simple but good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, am reading my new book even though my Roald Dahl's isn't done reading. "If you could see me now" by Cecelia Ahern, the author of "PS, I love you". I really like the movie "PS, I love you", so without second thought I bought the book written by the same writer. I mean, how bad can it be if I liked her previous work? I'm only starting to read, and I think it's pretty good. I won't saying what is it about, so just go to the book store and check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while reading, some of you might be thinking, "Awww, how boring is your life..." But I really must say that I feel much happier right now. I had a chat with a friend about it, and I guess not many others will understand what I exactly meant. I might be earning lesser, 'cos I'm working much lesser too, but I'm happy to have time for me. You know, everyone needs time for themselves! And also time for family, and friends, and perhaps holiday. Just trying to cherish what I currently have, instead of asking for more and not being happy about not having more. It's kind of random so never mind, just wanna say I'm happier now. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032221-4239893023053491048?l=milogal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/feeds/4239893023053491048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-living-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032221/posts/default/4239893023053491048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032221/posts/default/4239893023053491048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-living-my-life.html' title='Just... living my life'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333407028189790384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxoRT7Euac8/S11Zs98RwrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9R9FvdCVZSM/S220/dec09-irene-lolsq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032221.post-2909900851460861362</id><published>2010-01-28T15:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T19:11:38.599+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Tweet the twitter</title><content type='html'>I forgot to just inform you guys that my twitter is protected. That's why it keeps having pop-up requesting for username and password. It's just so that I can control who is stalking me in twitter, as I feel weird having total strangers who I never say hi to in my stalkers list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to follow me on twitter, it's actually very easy. Just sign up for a twitter account and click on follow on my tweet page and wait for me to approve the request! "Tada!!" I love it because it's easy for friends to catch up with each other, and not as complicated as facebook. Somehow I think facebook is corrupted with way too many applications, which "communicating" isn't as effective anymore. You guys should know, all the clicking on profiles and peeking into their photo albums or super-poking or visiting their cafe world or zoo world without some form of communication. Twitter is so much simpler, you got to really type and say something to interact with others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm not trying to advertise again, it's just my personal preference. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032221-2909900851460861362?l=milogal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/feeds/2909900851460861362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/2010/01/tweet-twitter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032221/posts/default/2909900851460861362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032221/posts/default/2909900851460861362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/2010/01/tweet-twitter.html' title='Tweet the twitter'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333407028189790384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxoRT7Euac8/S11Zs98RwrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9R9FvdCVZSM/S220/dec09-irene-lolsq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032221.post-5436610260047338053</id><published>2010-01-27T21:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T19:11:25.491+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>It's not just a simple haircut</title><content type='html'>Salons nowadays are getting more and more "scary". I went out, intending to just trim my hair and no more. And when I got home, I actually got my hair coloured, trimmed and did colour treatment! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is, I walked into Kimage requesting for a simple trim to my hair, and the hair stylist started to comment about my hair colour that's turning "yellow".. and that new year is coming, blah blah blah it's not going to be looking nice. So I took the bait and decided to colour my hair! And so the process goes on, I don't have to describe as I bet everyone will know how it's like doing hair colouring. At the point where I'm waiting for my colour to settle after the chemical is applied on my hair, the hair stylist came to me and talked about how dry your hair will be without treatment, and give a short lesson and different kind of treatments blah blah blah.. I was kind of bored so I listened on. Then she goes on recommending me their salon shampoo and hair mask if I didn't want the treatment, and goes on blah blah blah talking about the shampoo and how the mask will make my hair colour last longer, that your hair will be soft and silky. So, I took the treatment choice (She only gave me two choices), and rejected the shampoo and hair mask. When the treatment is done, she started to compliment how soft and silky my hair is after treatment blah blah blah. And when I'm all done after 2 hours which I'm not supposed to be spending that long in that salon, she asked again if I really didn't want the shampoo and hair mask! I didn't took the last bait and paid for my oh-so-not-supposed-to-be-spending-that-much hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, the services are good. I'm happy with the treatment, the trim is simple just a lil expensive for that price I feel, the colour is normal, but I felt like I'm a fish waiting to be caught on their bait the moment I stepped in. I spent about $150 over when I only intended to spend $38 for that simple trim and wash. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/4124649600/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="224" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2644/4124649600_20d0893f91.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/4124649600/"&gt;[ ms-tofu ]&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/lomomilo/"&gt;lomomilo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That hair stylist is a better sales person rather than a good hair stylist. How sad. The lesson learnt today? Never, ever go for a hair cut when you're broke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032221-5436610260047338053?l=milogal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/feeds/5436610260047338053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-not-just-simple-haircut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032221/posts/default/5436610260047338053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032221/posts/default/5436610260047338053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-not-just-simple-haircut.html' title='It&apos;s not just a simple haircut'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333407028189790384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxoRT7Euac8/S11Zs98RwrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9R9FvdCVZSM/S220/dec09-irene-lolsq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2644/4124649600_20d0893f91_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032221.post-8599994277754691901</id><published>2010-01-27T00:30:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T19:10:59.529+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='films'/><title type='text'>The secret is revealed... that men are cruel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not trying to advertise this documentary. It's just after watching this, it left a great impact on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs129.snc1/5531_136515799615_120001599615_3258798_5378122_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs129.snc1/5531_136515799615_120001599615_3258798_5378122_n.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs113.snc1/4833_120411174615_120001599615_2950239_3913326_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="221" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs113.snc1/4833_120411174615_120001599615_2950239_3913326_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wonder where did those dolphins at sentosa came from? And how did they got captured and got sent over to Singapore or any other countries with water world like ours? This film just hits me in the head that people are just jailing dolphins for our very own pleasure. You feel happy seeing them perform and doing tricks, but are those dolphins happy? Try imagining yourself as one of those dolphin who swam in the big ocean with friends and family, and one day you got caught and jailed in those lil pool and forced to learn tricks and perform like a clown. How do you feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs113.snc1/4833_120411134615_120001599615_2950231_5542934_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs113.snc1/4833_120411134615_120001599615_2950231_5542934_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This film opened up my eyes as it showed me the start of all this, right at Taiji, Japan. The place where thousands of dolphins got slaughtered after the "selection". The better dolphins are sold all over the world to be clowns, and what happened to those that are not chosen? They got slaughtered, and sold as meat. Dolphin meat! Try googling how much mercury dolphin meat contain and what kind of illness it will bring you. Why can't people just leave those poor dolphins alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GP5_9iY_JUQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GP5_9iY_JUQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this documentary and you guys will know exactly how I'm feeling right now. And please support the cause too. &lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://takepart.com/thecove" target="blank"&gt;Take part&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thepetitionsite.com/takeaction/724210624" target="blank"&gt;help&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; those dolphins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disclaimer: pictures taken from The Cove group from facebook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032221-8599994277754691901?l=milogal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/feeds/8599994277754691901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/2010/01/secret-is-revealed-men-are-cruel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032221/posts/default/8599994277754691901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032221/posts/default/8599994277754691901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/2010/01/secret-is-revealed-men-are-cruel.html' title='The secret is revealed... that men are cruel'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333407028189790384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxoRT7Euac8/S11Zs98RwrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9R9FvdCVZSM/S220/dec09-irene-lolsq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032221.post-6085062439928160062</id><published>2010-01-26T18:34:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T19:09:36.024+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Employment Fairness Act vs World's Dorkest Mom</title><content type='html'>I was surfing through the Jobstreet pages, trying to apply for anything that attracts my attention, and also updating my resume online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was doing all that, I recalled this certain company that's focus on employment fairness and told my mom about it so she will know how to protect herself at work. And she started asking me for the company's contact and goes whining about how her colleague kept slacking and not doing her job, and that she's running and taking the drinks order all the time, etc. (she's a runner in a normal coffee shop, usually called the kopi soh or coffee aunty) I almost fainted while hearing this, and I don't know if I should laugh or cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/2752967508/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="400" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3029/2752967508_96f0d526ee.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/2752967508/"&gt;mommyfisheye&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/lomomilo/"&gt;lomomilo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone else have a mother like mine?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032221-6085062439928160062?l=milogal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/feeds/6085062439928160062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/2010/01/employment-fairness-act.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032221/posts/default/6085062439928160062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032221/posts/default/6085062439928160062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milogal.blogspot.com/2010/01/employment-fairness-act.html' title='Employment Fairness Act vs World&apos;s Dorkest Mom'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333407028189790384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PxoRT7Euac8/S11Zs98RwrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9R9FvdCVZSM/S220/dec09-irene-lolsq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3029/2752967508_96f0d526ee_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032221.post-229560681664771505</id><published>2010-01-25T22:24:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T19:10:26.559+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>"Simply paying the bills, and existing, isn’t sufficient."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Firstly, those who already know of this blog will be wondering, "Wow!! Your blog is alive again after XXX years!" Yessss, I know, I know. I started blogging since 2004 or earlier?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/2752387118/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="267" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3069/2752387118_37453f71b1.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/2752387118/"&gt;F1210006&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/lomomilo/"&gt;lomomilo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then was more of a space for me to whine and complaint about school and stuffs. But now, I'm starting to blog again just because I feel like I need to do something about my life! I don't know where to start, I don't how to start, and I don't even know what to start with.. BUT!! I am so going to start writing it in a way to nag at myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/2751586077/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="267" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3203/2751586077_55b6fc8cf9.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/2751586077/"&gt;F1210014&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/lomomilo/"&gt;lomomilo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you guys heard of the quarter-life crisis? I didn't till I read it in CLEO magazine few months back, and I was kind of shocked after reading the whole article. Like OMG!! How true and how similar it's to what and how I'm feeling right now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way if you do not know what's QLC, here's what I quoted from wilkiepedia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The quarterlife crisis is a term applied to the period of life immediately following the major changes of adolescence, usually ranging from the early twenties to the early thirties. The term is named by analogy with mid-life crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Characteristics of quarter-life crisis may include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* realizing that the pursuits of one's peers are useless&lt;br /&gt;* confronting their own mortality&lt;br /&gt;* watching time slowly take its toll on their parents, only to realize they are next&lt;br /&gt;* insecurity regarding the fact that their actions are meaningless&lt;br /&gt;* insecurity concerning ability to love themselves, let alone another person&lt;br /&gt;* insecurity regarding present accomplishments&lt;br /&gt;* re-evaluation of close interpersonal relationships&lt;br /&gt;* lack of friendships or romantic relationships, sexual frustration, and involuntary celibacy&lt;br /&gt;* disappointment with one's job&lt;br /&gt;* nostalgia for university, college, high school or elementary school life&lt;br /&gt;* tendency to hold stronger opinions&lt;br /&gt;* boredom with social interactions&lt;br /&gt;* loss of closeness to high school and college friends&lt;br /&gt;* financially-rooted stress (overwhelming college loans, unanticipatedly high cost of living, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;* loneliness, depression and suicide&lt;br /&gt;* desire to have children&lt;br /&gt;* a sense that everyone is, somehow, doing better than you&lt;br /&gt;* frustration with social skills"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/2751609693/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="268" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3071/2751609693_f398c27137.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomomilo/2751609693/"&gt;F1210022&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/lomomilo/"&gt;lomomilo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was amazed after reading it and went on to google it further. (google's my new best friend btw) I was almost speechless and could literally feel my jaw lying on my desk, and could hear a voice in my head saying "I am so not alone.".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, by blogging, I'm hoping to find out what exactly complete me, and how I can actually jump out of this whole crisis thing. 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