<?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-3380806560563364105</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:52:36.028-08:00</updated><category term='pete wentz'/><category term='JPN'/><category term='screws'/><category term='memorial'/><category term='chimney'/><category term='competition'/><category term='paris hilton'/><category term='ass'/><category term='SPM'/><category term='slipknot'/><category term='5 Delima'/><category term='nails'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='practice'/><category term='labuan'/><category term='district'/><category term='dj am'/><category term='bowling'/><category term='jonas brothers'/><category term='twilight'/><category 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brand'/><category term='national'/><category term='plane'/><category term='pins'/><category term='awards'/><category term='mall'/><category term='sggs'/><category term='hazard'/><category term='hinge'/><category term='coconuts'/><category term='T.I.'/><category term='styrofoam'/><category term='asses'/><category term='ashlee simpson'/><title type='text'>What's My Age Again?</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is not about growing old.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammie-wammie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3380806560563364105/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammie-wammie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01971854139030296553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/S74Q8sBWhtI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Lgfo4OqenUk/S220/P1010879.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380806560563364105.post-8247687629026793791</id><published>2010-04-14T07:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T07:27:50.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Douchebag Syndrome</title><content type='html'>Tiger Woods did it.&lt;br /&gt;Jack Neo did it.&lt;br /&gt;Jesse James did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should we give up on mankind now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3380806560563364105-8247687629026793791?l=sammie-wammie.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/S74Q8sBWhtI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Lgfo4OqenUk/S220/P1010879.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380806560563364105.post-5560732172144625416</id><published>2010-04-09T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T10:10:29.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something To Ponder Over</title><content type='html'>There are times when you wish you don't know ANYTHING at all.&lt;div&gt;And then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are times when you wish you hadn't seen ANYTHING at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the harder you wish not to, you get it smack in your face even more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it makes me wonder where her conscience went.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe it's true, what they said about love being blind.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Contradictory, is it really love? It blinds you not just physically but emotionally too?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I might as well go watch the Twilight Saga. This is like a Jacob-Bella-Edward triangle only with opposite sexes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And worse conditions.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3380806560563364105-5560732172144625416?l=sammie-wammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammie-wammie.blogspot.com/feeds/5560732172144625416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3380806560563364105&amp;postID=5560732172144625416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3380806560563364105/posts/default/5560732172144625416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3380806560563364105/posts/default/5560732172144625416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammie-wammie.blogspot.com/2010/04/something-predictable-something.html' title='Something To Ponder Over'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01971854139030296553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/S74Q8sBWhtI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Lgfo4OqenUk/S220/P1010879.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380806560563364105.post-7974864448607926305</id><published>2010-04-08T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T10:09:26.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If this is a dream, DON'T TOUCH ME!</title><content type='html'>I'll have to slap myself. Did I just win passes to meet Tokio Hotel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT. THE. HELL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should thank all my friends who responded to my...requests.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to:&lt;br /&gt;Isabelle and Sarah Khor (AWESOME job, you two!)&lt;br /&gt;Rachel Ooi&lt;br /&gt;Daisy&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany Teh&lt;br /&gt;Lum Hui Theng&lt;br /&gt;Jason Tai&lt;br /&gt;Monica Caroline Shenton&lt;br /&gt;Tammy&lt;br /&gt;Sean Ang Kwong BENG&lt;br /&gt;Mazlan&lt;br /&gt;Shing Yee&lt;br /&gt;Alverna&lt;br /&gt;Heeral&lt;br /&gt;Jin Keong&lt;br /&gt;Tara Tan Tze Linn&lt;br /&gt;May Theng&lt;br /&gt;Se Ting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe a few more I may have missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU SO MUCH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3380806560563364105-7974864448607926305?l=sammie-wammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammie-wammie.blogspot.com/feeds/7974864448607926305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3380806560563364105&amp;postID=7974864448607926305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3380806560563364105/posts/default/7974864448607926305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3380806560563364105/posts/default/7974864448607926305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammie-wammie.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-this-is-dream-dont-touch-me.html' title='If this is a dream, DON&apos;T TOUCH ME!'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01971854139030296553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/S74Q8sBWhtI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Lgfo4OqenUk/S220/P1010879.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380806560563364105.post-5012244518363918109</id><published>2010-04-07T10:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T10:58:25.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Out! Part I</title><content type='html'>Wow. It's been more than a year. Glad to be back. Or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, everyone loves to talk about friendship and the sugar and spice that comes with it. "Friendship is a thing to cherish, your friends are the ones who will be there for you..." blah blah blah. I won't deny that. I've seen friends do things for each other you wouldn't do for yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll spare you the sunshine-y details on friendship, for God's sake. If life is all about sugar-coating, the world would be an imaginarium. Babies will all be cute and chubby and we'll all have better-looking people to choose for companions. Have you seen the kids these days? Pathetic. Going shopping for reference books, donning *funky* clothes etc. You see 10 of  'em, chances are 9.9 of 'em makes you wanna scratch the skin off your face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we're talking about friendship and the dark side of it. "What dark side??!!" Oh, honeh, believe me. You won't know it till it hits you in the FACE. It's...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fall outs. I've been through quite a few in my lifetime. Maybe it's me. Maybe I'm this weird misfit born and fated to not have friends or something. Who knows? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most fall outs are a result of growing up. You change over time. Your mindset and shit change. Result: You want to break out of that little cocoon restraining you and branch out to other people. Doesn't even harm anything besides your brain cells. Sad thing is, there is this ONE very awesome equation I encountered A LOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Making new friends = "Cheating" on your current friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like, WTF? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was born a human. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn't born to become anyone's slave. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn't born to follow someone like a puppy dog begging for a bone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn't born to bow down to some asinine superiority some self-proclaimed dictator decides to implement upon people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I want you to stay by my side..." KILL YOURSELF. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends are to stick by you through your ups and downs, not chained to your emotional play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends are to help you through your problems, not solve it for you. How are you gonna learn? You expect food to magically appear? You expect money to fall from the sky? NO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what other things friends are supposed to do. It's supposed to be programmed into your brain or something. I guess the baby factory were out of those softwares when they assembled me. Tough luck.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More later today. It's almost 2 AM and I'm sleepy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3380806560563364105-5012244518363918109?l=sammie-wammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammie-wammie.blogspot.com/feeds/5012244518363918109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3380806560563364105&amp;postID=5012244518363918109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3380806560563364105/posts/default/5012244518363918109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3380806560563364105/posts/default/5012244518363918109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammie-wammie.blogspot.com/2010/04/fall-out-part-i.html' title='Fall Out! Part I'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01971854139030296553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/S74Q8sBWhtI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Lgfo4OqenUk/S220/P1010879.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380806560563364105.post-6883811774331263319</id><published>2010-04-07T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T10:58:01.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Bit of Realization</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I was looking through my blog posts from eons ago and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy shit I actually called the Twilight cast hot??!!&lt;br /&gt;Can somebody please SHOOT me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm glad I still adore Avenged Sevenfold as much and those Slipknot masks. Lovely things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*~RIP Jimmy 'The Rev' Sullivan~*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3380806560563364105-6883811774331263319?l=sammie-wammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammie-wammie.blogspot.com/feeds/6883811774331263319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3380806560563364105&amp;postID=6883811774331263319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3380806560563364105/posts/default/6883811774331263319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3380806560563364105/posts/default/6883811774331263319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammie-wammie.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-bit-of-realization.html' title='A Little Bit of Realization'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01971854139030296553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/S74Q8sBWhtI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Lgfo4OqenUk/S220/P1010879.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380806560563364105.post-8655210375246760924</id><published>2008-11-13T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:17:38.640-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SPM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='avenged sevenfold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Week one DOWN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bahasa Melayu?&lt;/span&gt; Check. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;English?&lt;/span&gt; Check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;SEJARAH?&lt;/span&gt; Check. Check. Check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mathematics?&lt;/span&gt; Check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I never have to study all those Malaysian Plans ever again. And the 'dasar-dasar kerajaan'. And everything that needs me to squeeze out my brain juice. But I'm gonna miss the Greek and the Romans. They were the highlight of the subject. Oh, well. Au revoir, arrivederci, adios...&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;GOODBYE SEJARAH&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;English Paper 1 has the most bizarre questions ever. C'mon, man. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;'Perfect husband or wife'&lt;/span&gt;?But come to think of it, my friends were right. We should've wrote about our &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;perfect wife&lt;/span&gt; for English. Then we'd add, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"P.S. I'm a girl. =]"&lt;/span&gt; Too bad for the examiner. We're born practical jokers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Let's not talk about BM. Sakit tangan aku dibuatnya. And Maths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Let's talk about how the next two (or three) weeks are gonna be hell coz there's all those frickin' &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;scientifically and factually torturous&lt;/span&gt; subjects. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Biology. Chemistry. Physics.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ACCOUNTS.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life sucks and then you die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm gonna go listen to &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Avenged Sevenfold&lt;/span&gt;. Which reminds me, if I get straight A1s, I'm gonna say thank you to Avenged Sevenfold for being my motivation. Even my English essay was inspired by 'Gunslinger'.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Damn &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love A7X&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;And Synyster Gates. And M. Shadows. And Zacky V. And The Rev. Yeah, even Johnny Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3380806560563364105-8655210375246760924?l=sammie-wammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammie-wammie.blogspot.com/feeds/8655210375246760924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3380806560563364105&amp;postID=8655210375246760924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3380806560563364105/posts/default/8655210375246760924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3380806560563364105/posts/default/8655210375246760924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammie-wammie.blogspot.com/2008/11/week-one-down.html' title='Week one DOWN'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01971854139030296553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/S74Q8sBWhtI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Lgfo4OqenUk/S220/P1010879.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380806560563364105.post-187580189264740779</id><published>2008-09-21T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T04:48:06.771-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travis barker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dj am'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='injured'/><title type='text'>Travis Barker and DJ AM in Plane Crash (!!!!!!!!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SNYz1I4eZ5I/AAAAAAAAANs/6Q2roX1zKBU/s1600-h/capt_ada061d5e95e4826a1ea85a9876cbefa_2008_mtv_video_music_awards_arrivals_cadc135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248439403757332370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SNYz1I4eZ5I/AAAAAAAAANs/6Q2roX1zKBU/s320/capt_ada061d5e95e4826a1ea85a9876cbefa_2008_mtv_video_music_awards_arrivals_cadc135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"On September 19, 2008, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Travis Barker&lt;/span&gt; was injured when the Learjet 60 in which he was a passenger crashed outside of Columbia, South Carolina. The jet was headed for Van Nuys, California. According to the Federal Aviation Administration, the plane was departing the airport when air traffic controllers saw sparks emanating from the plane. It went off the runway, smashed through a fence, crossed a nearby road, slammed into an embankment and caught fire. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Barker had performed the night before at an event with former Jane's Addiction singer Perry Farrell, Gavin DeGraw and DJ AM. Barker was transported to the Augusta Georgia Burn Center in Augusta, Georgia, where he is listed in critical condition. DJ AM was also injured in the crash and is also listed in critical condition. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Four others were &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;killed&lt;/span&gt; in the crash, three males and one female, with autopsies being performed to identify the bodies. Two of the deceased were crew members, and two were passengers, including Chris Baker, Barker's personal assistant. Information released after the crash suggested that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Barker was burned from the waist down&lt;/span&gt; but expected to survive, with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DJ AM suffering burns to his face&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OMG OMG OMG!&lt;/span&gt; This can't be happening! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At present time, they are in &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;critical but stable condition&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am praying that they recover soon... &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;R.I.P. for those who were killed in the crash. &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/3380806560563364105-187580189264740779?l=sammie-wammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammie-wammie.blogspot.com/feeds/187580189264740779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3380806560563364105&amp;postID=187580189264740779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3380806560563364105/posts/default/187580189264740779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3380806560563364105/posts/default/187580189264740779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammie-wammie.blogspot.com/2008/09/travis-barker-and-dj-am-in-plane-crash.html' title='Travis Barker and DJ AM in Plane Crash (!!!!!!!!)'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01971854139030296553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/S74Q8sBWhtI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Lgfo4OqenUk/S220/P1010879.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SNYz1I4eZ5I/AAAAAAAAANs/6Q2roX1zKBU/s72-c/capt_ada061d5e95e4826a1ea85a9876cbefa_2008_mtv_video_music_awards_arrivals_cadc135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380806560563364105.post-4331112205667525659</id><published>2008-09-15T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T05:04:56.265-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5 Delima'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sggs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='styrofoam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screws'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hazard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hinge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='door'/><title type='text'>5 Delima's #1 Hazard: Broken-Back door</title><content type='html'>Okay. This is my &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;class’ back door&lt;/span&gt;. I shot this at about 6.50 AM. Do you see the dark line there? No? That was a bad shot coz the flash was much too strong. Stupid light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246216771364891570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SM5OW5_mq7I/AAAAAAAAAL4/tAbeZbAXND0/s320/IMAG0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this is a better one. Can you see the door &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hanging off its frame&lt;/span&gt;? Those &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;spiky little things&lt;/span&gt; coming out of it? You want a closer look? OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246216789918709122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SM5OX_HLdYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/MXkNgU2bFY0/s320/IMAG0031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you go. Those are &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;huge pins and nails&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jutting out of the frame&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246216771860394162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SM5OW71vcLI/AAAAAAAAAMA/TAUID25F1zs/s320/IMAG0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that is the &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;upper part&lt;/span&gt; of the door. Let me show you the&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; lower part&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246216778082550242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SM5OXTBOAeI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Sf9h1NeGEVw/s320/IMAG0029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That one wasn’t so clear. Okay, look. The lower hinge came off and those &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HUGE screws are sticking out&lt;/span&gt;, playing the role of a hazard to everyone who goes through the back door. We all use the back door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246216782476560146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SM5OXjY1RxI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jthMndWaqVg/s320/IMAG0030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The solution? &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Stick a piece of Styrofoam onto those screws&lt;/span&gt;. By the way, the piece of Styrofoam was from the clock for drama. Becky, your numbers’ leftovers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246217009267378770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SM5OkwP-ilI/AAAAAAAAAMg/uFqrvXr9rpo/s320/IMAG0032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing we can do about the upper part though. It’s really, really bad. Must go tell Mr. Tan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3380806560563364105-4331112205667525659?l=sammie-wammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammie-wammie.blogspot.com/feeds/4331112205667525659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3380806560563364105&amp;postID=4331112205667525659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3380806560563364105/posts/default/4331112205667525659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3380806560563364105/posts/default/4331112205667525659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammie-wammie.blogspot.com/2008/09/5-delimas-1-hazard-broken-back-door.html' title='5 Delima&apos;s #1 Hazard: Broken-Back door'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01971854139030296553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/S74Q8sBWhtI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Lgfo4OqenUk/S220/P1010879.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SM5OW5_mq7I/AAAAAAAAAL4/tAbeZbAXND0/s72-c/IMAG0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380806560563364105.post-972830338567407872</id><published>2008-09-07T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T05:56:04.409-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tokio hotel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slipknot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ashlee simpson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='britney spears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mtv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='li&apos;l wayne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jonas brothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='russell brand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pete wentz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T.I.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paris hilton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='linkin park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rihanna'/><title type='text'>MTV Video Music Awards 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer&lt;/strong&gt;: The MTV VMAs 2008 don’t have anything to do with me. Please don’t sue me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It started off with &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Britney Spe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ars&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Jonah Hill&lt;/span&gt;’s little sketch. Ah, customary. I don’t get the whole ‘close-your-eyes-and-relax-while-I-kiss-you-only-to-have-you-scream-when-you-suddenly-open-you-eyes-and see-me’ thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245122325694092658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SMpq9yJ3lXI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/75Nsqhqb7RQ/s320/britney_spreas_jonah_hill_mtv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Britney opened the VMAs. She looked okay to me. Which brings us to…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245122328046853986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SMpq966z32I/AAAAAAAAAGI/25jznCyXqC8/s320/02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Rihanna&lt;/span&gt;! Love the whole zombie and spidery thing going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245126737627803122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SMpu-l41bfI/AAAAAAAAAHY/hTV5jKHWBak/s320/rihanna_16001199_wire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She later performed with &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;T.I.&lt;/span&gt; Some song which sounded like the 'Numa, Numa' Chicken Little song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245123820129417970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SMpsUxXA-vI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Q_uh-s95eas/s320/ti_rihanna_55664379_wire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh crap. How could I forget the host of the night, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Russell Brand&lt;/span&gt;? Frankly, he talks a lot with really exaggerated hand gestures about sex, purity rings, America, the Jonas Brothers, Katy Perry and…oh, I don’t know. I wasn’t paying attention. He scares me too. Those huge, big eyes and unkempt hair. Such a weirdo but zany. I like the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245118613965871858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SMpnlu45mvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/wu6hDYgPHYM/s320/article-1053407-0290433200000578-528_468x566.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245122329678933890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SMpq-A_7b4I/AAAAAAAAAGY/fWpeFkiyiiU/s320/russell_brand_16001021_wire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we have &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Leona Lewis, Li’l Wayne and T-Pain&lt;/span&gt; collaborating on…gosh, I don’t know what song it is. Coz I only remembered Li’l Wayne’s white pants down to his butt and his black underwear. I think it’s Polo Ralph Lauren. Oh yeah, it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245122334865277794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SMpq-UUcw2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/jps147ul5wA/s320/lil_wayne_t-pain_55663668_wire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, Li’l Wayne performed with &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Kid Rock&lt;/span&gt; who is wearing a black tracksuit and a black fedora. Looks like he just went jogging and remembered, “Hey, the VMAs!”, got into his limo and dumped the first hat he found on his head. Oh, man. Li'l Wayne's pants again. To quote Russell Brand, "God bless his soul."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245123811250136322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SMpsUQSB5QI/AAAAAAAAAG4/LyTJdp1yHp0/s320/kid_rock_lil_wayne_16001394_wire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Jonas Brothers’&lt;/span&gt; seemingly outdoor performance was kinda cool too. Let’s take a dig at Joe’s bow-tie and red crescent-shaped tambourine. So darn cute. And when the background thingies got moved off….wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245122335260128994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SMpq-VyltuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ki-3cgsov2o/s320/jonas_brothers_perform_82707943_getty.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245123810221430914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SMpsUMcxGII/AAAAAAAAAGw/eLUKKSaB3Kg/s320/jonas_brothers_perform_82708523_getty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Linkin Park’s ‘Shadow of the Day’&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Best Rock Video&lt;/span&gt;. Hello, did Paramore actually think they’d win when they get pitted against the best rock band ever? Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245117165674004642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SMpmRblNgKI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/JeWJyGAoEDE/s320/r2646962093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast for new movie, ‘&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;’. Damn, are the guys hot or just plain &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAWT&lt;/span&gt;, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245126743379233250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SMpu-7UFSeI/AAAAAAAAAHg/faPfbWv9Yzk/s320/twilight_cast_vma08_82712012_getty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Slipknot&lt;/span&gt;, presenters for &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Best Hip-Hop&lt;/span&gt; video. And that Chris fella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245127780188129490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SMpv7RuliNI/AAAAAAAAAII/oe5WGOx3e7U/s320/lil-wayne-55664042_winners.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245118608294613010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SMpnlZwxEBI/AAAAAAAAAFo/JZARgOe70WA/s320/flip8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Katy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Perry&lt;/span&gt;'s peel-able banana costume. Yeah. See the shiny yellow thing? It's a banana and it peels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245123812033347618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SMpsUTMwwCI/AAAAAAAAAHA/hHdMewl5vds/s320/katy_perry_16001086_wire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Travis Barker&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;DJ AM&lt;/span&gt; providing the beats whole night long. Whoa. That's long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245127775933559122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SMpv7B4N8VI/AAAAAAAAAH4/h4r3AawB8sc/s320/7662_808181615.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Dance Crew Fanny Pack&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245129754389158770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SMpxuMMym3I/AAAAAAAAAIg/I6B9yCdaHHw/s320/normalize_jpegCAB5RAK5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Phelps&lt;/span&gt; was there too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245126741993492130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SMpu-2JsjqI/AAAAAAAAAHo/zPRxyJC5oBI/s320/8406_7652673569.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Pink&lt;/span&gt;'s performance. Whoa. She's hanging on that thing man. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245127784576539490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SMpv7iE3W2I/AAAAAAAAAIY/RE11HMBdoto/s320/pink_16001739_wire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ashlee Simpson&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Pete Wentz&lt;/span&gt; look so sweet together, don't you think? Well, I think so.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245486096585214882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SMu10CU2S6I/AAAAAAAAAI4/GpG4yL4lGFc/s320/Ashlee+Simpson+and+Pete+Wentz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris Hilton&lt;/span&gt; and her equally dumb BFFs. Please. Only &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Alicia and co.&lt;/span&gt; idolises them. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245127784146839250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SMpv7geaptI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/s7jO2rWN4ag/s320/normalize_jpegCA86TSGU.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;TOKIO HOTEL FRICKIN’ WON BEST NEW ARTIST&lt;/span&gt;!!! Go Bill and Tom and Georg and Gustav! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tokio Hotel ist der beste!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The Kaulitz twins are those two in the middle. Yes, twins. IDENTICAL TWINS. It's (from left) &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Gustav Schaefer, Bill Kaulitz, Tom Kaulitz, Georg Listing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245488218500535170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SMu3vjE4k4I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/X6QQY8W0tEw/s320/Tokio+Hotel+Award+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245130675288088738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SMpyjy0NIKI/AAAAAAAAAIo/cTzp6471ApI/s320/2331_2345925433.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Did I mention they played 'Rock Band' with &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Miley Cyrus&lt;/span&gt;? So darn cute! I mean, Tokio Hotel. Not Miley Cyrus. They were doing Bon Jovi's 'Living On A Prayer'. Then Russell Brand came along and chucked Miley Cyrus off. Aw... Bill on guitar (weird, I thought TOM was the guitarist) and Gustav on drums (as he rightly should).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245485543551304290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SMu1T2HSgmI/AAAAAAAAAIw/g_39FP7udeY/s320/Miley+Cyrus+and+Tokio+Hotel%27s+Rock+Band.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3380806560563364105-972830338567407872?l=sammie-wammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammie-wammie.blogspot.com/feeds/972830338567407872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3380806560563364105&amp;postID=972830338567407872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3380806560563364105/posts/default/972830338567407872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3380806560563364105/posts/default/972830338567407872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammie-wammie.blogspot.com/2008/09/mtv-video-music-awards-2008.html' title='MTV Video Music Awards 2008'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01971854139030296553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/S74Q8sBWhtI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Lgfo4OqenUk/S220/P1010879.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SMpq9yJ3lXI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/75Nsqhqb7RQ/s72-c/britney_spreas_jonah_hill_mtv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380806560563364105.post-8155553518199680584</id><published>2008-08-29T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T06:50:51.796-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JPN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='airasia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='penang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fernandez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='national'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='promise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jackass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malaysia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='competition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='labuan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Labuan Day 4:</title><content type='html'>Uh-huh. It’s the &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FINALS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got woken up at about &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 in the morning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Puan Goh walking around Zimmer 306. Don’t ask me how she got in. Coz everyone who lives in the room is still asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s cut this short. So we had everybody made up and whisked ourselves to the convention again for breakfast. Ugh. It’s so disgusting I can’t even look at it without wanting to throw up. So I dragged Steph up to the tech room. Just in time to &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;watch Abang Muzik play Tarzan&lt;/span&gt; while he was opening those huge windows. The better to watch the drama with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right around 8 AM, show’s on. Becky pestered the technician backstage for the walkie-talkie to tell me she loves me (&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Love you too, Becky!&lt;/span&gt;). And then my sister added an “&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I hate you&lt;/span&gt;.” Smooth, Iz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show’s over. Argh! What the heck happened to Jo’s face? Oh. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Blood. Red Pelaka.&lt;/span&gt; Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it’s off to the Labuan Airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s another example of the incompetence of JPN. Pahang’s. Evidently, their flight was the same as ours. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;…some smart ass fella informed them it was the next day. So…they had to pack and get to the airport in…30 minutes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, they made it eventually. So we were like, “Hey, why don’t we sit together in the plane?” We did end up in a clump. More like clumps. Acting like rock stars and blocking the aisle until the air stewardesses’ couldn’t get past, finishing whatever food they ever had in the plane…whoa. I bet the air stewardesses’ are pretty pissed off by us. We were like…&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;LOUD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Okay. Eunice and I were singing to everything. From Avenged Sevenfold to Linkin Park to Panic At The Disco to…Phantom of the Opera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245112274307869410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SMph0t0pauI/AAAAAAAAAEw/fji77QaNPKM/s320/DSCN2633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's (from right) Becky, Venetia and Izzie. And I'm at the aisle seat at the opposite side, oblivious to the cam-whoring. And those Pahang boys almost finished off our Chipsmore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;we met Datuk Tony Fernandez in LCCT&lt;/span&gt;! Cool, huh? We made this unsuspecting guy our photographer. Such a sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245112258935848546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SMphz0jq_mI/AAAAAAAAAEg/mlImT280L2k/s320/tony.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it’s safe to say we literally &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;passed out&lt;/span&gt; in the plane from KL to Penang. And then in the bus too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I cried a couple of times before we left Labuan? Oh. I didn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s all JPN’s fault. No. It’s the one who booked the tickets’ fault. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Jackass.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You killed my buzz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3380806560563364105-8155553518199680584?l=sammie-wammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammie-wammie.blogspot.com/feeds/8155553518199680584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3380806560563364105&amp;postID=8155553518199680584' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3380806560563364105/posts/default/8155553518199680584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3380806560563364105/posts/default/8155553518199680584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammie-wammie.blogspot.com/2008/09/labuan-day-4.html' title='Labuan Day 4:'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01971854139030296553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/S74Q8sBWhtI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Lgfo4OqenUk/S220/P1010879.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SMph0t0pauI/AAAAAAAAAEw/fji77QaNPKM/s72-c/DSCN2633.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380806560563364105.post-6310632917327830170</id><published>2008-08-28T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T06:04:34.164-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='penang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='avenged sevenfold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bowling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='national'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malaysia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='competition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sggs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='labuan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kedah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Labuan Day 3 Part 2: 100% Reason To Remember The Name</title><content type='html'>Prologue: View from our balcony late in the evening. Where are the guys when you need them? Just kidding. I don't mean to sound like a...promiscuous girl. Unlike some people I could mention. Now I sound like a b****.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SMkTYgqJWNI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IM_a8PYBLY/s1600-h/1_468451848l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244744552854149330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SMkTYgqJWNI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IM_a8PYBLY/s320/1_468451848l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of show. Now we hit the...er...mall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Involving a very embarassing, heart-stopping and spontaneous dare which I think I will really like to repeat involving Reen's mobile phone and a guy from the Kedah team. Frankly, I thought he looked a bit like Lin Dan while he was on stage. Ooh. Do you know how hot Lin Dan is? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244747873638886258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SMkWZzi7K3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WxQKmq0bH1o/s320/2165828167_f2c26a86b2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. Back to the topic. Then we met up with those &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;KL guys from...VI&lt;/span&gt;. Is it? Ah, yes. Sorry, I was a little hung at that time. Hello, I only slept 4 or 5 hours, okay? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't exactly remember anything. Only blurry images of a &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;bowling alley&lt;/span&gt;. I don't play when I'm seeing two of everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and I remember &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;taking someone's can of Nescafe&lt;/span&gt;. Oh, me God. I'm sorry, I don't know who you are but thanks. Although it didn't exactly wake me up. Did I finish it? Where did I put it?! Shit, I don't remember! I'm so sorry, I swear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah. And I remember someone got a little freaked out by the fact that I listen to &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Avenged Sevenfold&lt;/span&gt;. Who was it? Oh, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244748380607351698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SMkW3UJoC5I/AAAAAAAAAEY/KWPj7d2rej4/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look. I can't even bring myself to stand up. I'm such a lazy sloth. Oh. That's a lot of people. I am so hung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244744550596078226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SMkTYYPx6pI/AAAAAAAAAD4/LiXpxIH_cHk/s320/n508791921_1206357_2540.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we bailed after about 2 hours in the frickin' bowling alley where I ran and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;injured my thigh hamstring &lt;/span&gt;again. Geesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;who held me back in the lift&lt;/span&gt;? I'm gonna &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you for depriving me of my couch. Yeah, I prefer the couch to the bed. Much, much more comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244746539765445506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SMkVMKets4I/AAAAAAAAAEI/xjmyRK_o09s/s320/1_468418385l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Er...dude (whoever you are, ok?). I didn't mean to kill you. Sorry. It's just my hyper self acting up again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;hyper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Extra sugar makes me extra hyper. In fact, my classmates a.k.a. my cronies a.k.a. my anak-anak buah have banned me from taking sweets coz then I start to become the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;most Hitler-ish class monitor ever&lt;/span&gt;. I jump around too. And laugh for no reason. &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/3380806560563364105-6310632917327830170?l=sammie-wammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammie-wammie.blogspot.com/feeds/6310632917327830170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3380806560563364105&amp;postID=6310632917327830170' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3380806560563364105/posts/default/6310632917327830170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3380806560563364105/posts/default/6310632917327830170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammie-wammie.blogspot.com/2008/08/labuan-day-3-part-2-100-reason-to.html' title='Labuan Day 3 Part 2: 100% Reason To Remember The Name'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01971854139030296553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/S74Q8sBWhtI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Lgfo4OqenUk/S220/P1010879.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SMkTYgqJWNI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6IM_a8PYBLY/s72-c/1_468451848l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380806560563364105.post-3434335438350355218</id><published>2008-08-27T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T05:20:49.026-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JPN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='penang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apartment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='group'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='national'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='promise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malaysia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='competition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='labuan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Labuan Day 3 Part 1: Shake It Like A Polaroid Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;OMG OMG OMG OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Competition day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. We’re Group A and in the afternoon. Okay. Chillax. We still have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244734625955063890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SMkKWsE-KFI/AAAAAAAAADg/8_qipla9Ll0/s320/1_856466742l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing starts at 8 so here’s a sneak peek at the place. Some convention hall thing at the Financial Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244734619771431234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SMkKWVCraUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/iu8-VwnsiVs/s320/1_101615097l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched Group B perform first. We only manage to watch the first 5 though. The we kinda bailed back to Zimmer 306 (which had kinda become our meeting room or something along those lines) to…prepare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, did we take long to make-up and all. I mean, the actors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noon struck. It’s &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;SHOW TIME&lt;/span&gt;! Frankly, I was shaking like a point 10 earthquake had just happened. Steph? Plain cool, man. Only to get another panic attack when nobody came out with the props when the clock started ticking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244734626162856882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SMkKWs2g07I/AAAAAAAAADY/1Hqpmha7SvE/s320/pulaupinang1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to those backstage, it’s some mean ol’ lady fault. Just because she didn’t hear the announcement, everybody didn’t. Ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we got into the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;top 6&lt;/span&gt;. I don’t know if it’s good or not. Coz we have to rush to the frickin’ airport as soon as we are done performing. It’s all JPN’s jerk-assed fault. Yeah. I publicly hate you so, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;SUE ME&lt;/span&gt;! Cowards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh. I forgot. How the hell could I forget??!! We took a picture with the Pahang team. Really, really awesome African stuff. Ooh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244737542811150082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SMkNAeNp5wI/AAAAAAAAADo/Zrod07vtBt8/s320/DSCN2629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3380806560563364105-3434335438350355218?l=sammie-wammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammie-wammie.blogspot.com/feeds/3434335438350355218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3380806560563364105&amp;postID=3434335438350355218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3380806560563364105/posts/default/3434335438350355218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3380806560563364105/posts/default/3434335438350355218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammie-wammie.blogspot.com/2008/09/labuan-day-3-part-1-shake-it-like.html' title='Labuan Day 3 Part 1: Shake It Like A Polaroid Picture'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01971854139030296553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/S74Q8sBWhtI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Lgfo4OqenUk/S220/P1010879.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SMkKWsE-KFI/AAAAAAAAADg/8_qipla9Ll0/s72-c/1_856466742l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380806560563364105.post-313016744063524701</id><published>2008-08-27T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T05:08:13.529-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memorial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='penang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chimney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coconuts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='round'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='practice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='national'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='temple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malaysia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='competition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='labuan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fishes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='island'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Labuan Day 2: Round and Round the Island We Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Practice day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you know that 6 AM in Labuan is like...7 AM in Penang? So bright and shiny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK. Back to practice. I have to complain about the frickin' oversized shirt JPN gave us. So f-ugly. That is an understatement. So we wore that darn shirt to practice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, practice for &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Steph and me (music and lights co-ordinator respectively)&lt;/span&gt; means walking up...3 flights of spiral steps up to the 4th floor and getting into the technical room. The technicians are much, much nicer than the one in P. Ramlee. Everyone here is nice. Oh. Except for Madam M. According to the actors. They &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway. We call them Abang Muzik, Abang Lampu and all of the other technicians Abang Technician. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after practice, we were all hanging around at Zimmer 306 with absolutely nothing to do. So we decided to go round the island!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244392301733780642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SMfTAy-inKI/AAAAAAAAACY/uxXnvsTktWs/s320/1_406007400l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took this &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;extremely mini bus with no air-con&lt;/span&gt;. The bus driver is real nice. We absolutely adore him. First, we went to...this place with fishes. I can't remember what it's called. There was a beach there, and it's so darn pathetic but real nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244392315168300146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SMfTBlBlHHI/AAAAAAAAACw/lznulbEHf1Q/s320/IMAG0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244392300580792706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SMfTAurpaYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Kq9UUJzBGS8/s320/1_339241790l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it's the &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;World War II Memorial&lt;/span&gt;. Damn I love that place. So peaceful and quiet. We found this small laminated piece of card placed by Jack McMartin lying on the ground. Since we couldn't find his tombstone, we placed it at one of those plaques with his name. At least right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244393383555393090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SMfT_xE6ZkI/AAAAAAAAAC4/dm7Gx8FC5OQ/s320/IMAG0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Up next, a &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;chimney museum&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know. There is a huge chimney and a fake coal mine with scary dummies. I touched the chimney!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244392310238289250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SMfTBSqLHWI/AAAAAAAAACo/99-B9B84c1g/s320/DSCN2609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we stopped by this really deserted hawker place where everyone bought a coconut each. Or to share. Nice. Oh, I forgot. The so-called &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;'Sudut Cabaran'&lt;/span&gt;. So challenging, there is a piece of rotten wood in the middle of the frickin' bridge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244393388236274210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SMfUACg6-iI/AAAAAAAAADA/bVJsgXyF0mg/s320/1_893786744l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we stopped at &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Surrender Point&lt;/span&gt; and pledged for peace in front of a huge rock and a blank wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244392305663305234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SMfTBBnaZhI/AAAAAAAAACg/YJcFcE7Lx3o/s320/DSCN2617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last stop. Chinese temple. Very nice one too. With an underworld sub-temple. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we went back...and crashed onto the couch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I mention we hit the mall first? It's like...KOMTAR. Very deserted. &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/3380806560563364105-313016744063524701?l=sammie-wammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammie-wammie.blogspot.com/feeds/313016744063524701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3380806560563364105&amp;postID=313016744063524701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3380806560563364105/posts/default/313016744063524701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3380806560563364105/posts/default/313016744063524701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammie-wammie.blogspot.com/2008/09/labuan-day-2-round-and-round-island-we.html' title='Labuan Day 2: Round and Round the Island We Go'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01971854139030296553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/S74Q8sBWhtI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Lgfo4OqenUk/S220/P1010879.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SMfTAy-inKI/AAAAAAAAACY/uxXnvsTktWs/s72-c/1_406007400l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380806560563364105.post-8053780428746083529</id><published>2008-08-26T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T05:11:38.946-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='competition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='penang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='labuan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apartment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='state'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='national'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malaysia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='district'/><title type='text'>Labuan Day 1: Onward, FORE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;First, we were &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;District champ&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242906503363425842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SMKLr8uP9jI/AAAAAAAAABk/BDE_nvUcb1A/s320/1_661327781l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And then there was state.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my sister, Iz. The corrupt and useless, lame-o policeman. But I love her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242903142643286802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SMKIoVEIQxI/AAAAAAAAABU/raB0VckvANk/s320/1_517557122l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, it's the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;National Drama Competition 2008&lt;/span&gt;, babeh! So off we go to Labuan. An exotic island. Ooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, Day 1 is all about getting on planes, getting off planes, hanging around the airports and messing around with the air stewardesses’ patience. We took AirAsia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242903134458467650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SMKIn2kt1UI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oMFFzCEEUcI/s320/1_111621832l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, we are supposed to be drama queens. I think we actually finished off the food in the plane from KL to Labuan. The roti jala is goooooood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached Labuan at about 9 PM tops. Oh, did I say anything about our accommodation? Frickin’ awesome. I love &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Beta Apartment&lt;/span&gt;! Oh, and it's attached to a shopping mall. We'll attack that later. I think I got a little too excited.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242900902674966642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SMKGl8iEKHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iBB0fqEGxPY/s320/1_519767294l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; dining room&lt;/span&gt;. Where we dump our props.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242900898193860914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SMKGlr1r6TI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sv9K4FEq-DQ/s320/1_295338553l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;double single-bedroom&lt;/span&gt;. Belonging to Pa (Joanne) and Ah Long 2 (Liz). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242900906630244130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SMKGmLRE5yI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7cyJzyGOedI/s320/1_945827346l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;My room&lt;/span&gt;. Okay, Paris (Reen), Peter (Mei Yen) and...the lamp post. No. Atmosphere creator. It looks nice coz we haven't messed it up yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242900908232437922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SMKGmRPEcKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hmH3c59wQpY/s320/1_601803002l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;bathroom&lt;/span&gt;. Which has got no water heater. Only in our darn unit. Damn. Oh, well. Shit happens. At least I am guaranteed to be wide awake when I step out of the shower. Yeah, shower. I have NO IDEA how to work the Jacuzzi. Besides, there is a huge window overlooking the tub. Don’t ask me why it’s there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242905982548257506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SMKLNoiPKuI/AAAAAAAAABc/-EAWpdPi49g/s320/1_509535156l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should be sleeping but we played &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;mahjong&lt;/span&gt;! Damn, I love mahjong. Without the money, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242903128965449826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SMKIniHFCGI/AAAAAAAAAA0/D-w7YD49RE8/s320/1_626397838l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows a bunch of betting enforcers (or something along those lines) might be outside our door waiting to catch us betting or something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One last cam-whoring moment before I tuck my self in to sleep. That's me on the right and Mei Yen on the left.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242903141096545474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmzEkyHsPZ8/SMKIoPTW3MI/AAAAAAAAABE/kGnxFxmG100/s320/1_651927254l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Great. 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