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The Avenue of Stars</title><description>&lt;a href="http://moenasrul.blogspot.com/2009/10/clowing-around-kowloon.html"&gt;Clowing Around Kowloon &amp; The Avenue of Stars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shared via &lt;a href="http://addthis.com"&gt;AddThis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19894710-2125286891829248385?l=emilyism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://emilyism.blogspot.com/2009/10/clowing-around-kowloon-avenue-of-stars.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (eMilyism)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19894710.post-7804754182998053753</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Oct 2009 02:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-18T10:12:36.886-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bridal</category><title>Guest Writing for Moe Nasrul</title><description>Check out my Hong Kong Trip Stolee at &lt;a href="http://www.moenasrul.blogspot.com/"&gt;Moe's&lt;/a&gt; blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in my own instinct, and believe in things will come my way, everything will lay out as intended, without having to force things to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i believe this even more. Really, there is no need to get frustrated and try so hard to jump start something. I mean, yeah you still need to have plans and hit a few bumps the first time you start something. But here's the trick. Give it up. For like half a year or something. Then revisit it. Your prespective will change. And your plan will work this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moe and i have been talking about marriage since like he proposed two years ago. But it never really stick. Have you ever got that feeling? Or is it only me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid wedding hollywood stories. Made you believe that the moment you are engaged, all you do is jump into wedding planning. Bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time, i guessed WE ARE GETTING MARRIED. You know, making it official as man and wife. I don't know why. Last time it's just a thought, a fantasy. Now it's like, "Hey Along, we can really plan our own wedding without the need of getting sponsored by our parents. Here's how..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is really achievable. After all, didn't we save close to ten grand in seven months for our HK trip?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That hits home for Moe. At first when i broach this subject, he was silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moe and i hung up and a few minutes later, Moe texted "After much thougt and consideration. I think our wedding can be done :) I think we can develop a budget from my next year's bonus and a percentage from my shows and hosting jobs will go to the wedding fund".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think when the time comes for me to be a responsible parent, i will be ready too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/SttMDqA7KuI/AAAAAAAABcQ/T0sG_mIMp70/s1600-h/001_primary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393988604407786210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/SttMDqA7KuI/AAAAAAAABcQ/T0sG_mIMp70/s400/001_primary.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.brides.com/realweddings/weddings/"&gt;Brides&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Emily Ismail's Facebook profile" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 11px; COLOR: #3b5998; FONT-STYLE: normal; FONT-FAMILY: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; FONT-VARIANT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.facebook.com/people/Emily-Ismail/683854973" target="_TOP"&gt;Emily Ismail's Profile&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a title="" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 11px; COLOR: #3b5998; FONT-STYLE: normal; FONT-FAMILY: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; FONT-VARIANT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.facebook.com/badges.php" target="_TOP"&gt;Create Your Badge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Emily Ismail's Facebook profile" href="http://www.facebook.com/people/Emily-Ismail/683854973" target="_TOP"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Emily Ismail's Facebook profile" src="http://badge.facebook.com/badge/683854973.1183.1001403225.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19894710-7804754182998053753?l=emilyism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://emilyism.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-believe-in-my-own-instinct-and.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (eMilyism)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/SttMDqA7KuI/AAAAAAAABcQ/T0sG_mIMp70/s72-c/001_primary.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19894710.post-8584563433820070024</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Sep 2009 18:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-12T11:55:52.073-07:00</atom:updated><title>Seeking new place of solitude</title><description>I'm seriously thinking of moving out. The only thing that ties me to that neighbourhood is the fact that it is my dad's house. He used to stay in that house. He sat at the settee near to the door and belted out Elvis' songs, and watched Hindustani movies alone because none of us picked up that habit from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of my dad, the house. The only place i could remember of my father. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, my gawd. More and more indonesians, nepalese, vietnamese, thais, and other foreign workers moved to my flat. At times, i could see them playing cricket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cricket! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not being racist. I make friends with the nice, hard working Indonesians and Vietnamese who works at the Pan Mee below my house. I always play with their arrogant cat, Rambo. But it's sad to see unfamiliar faces and less and less local families. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well to be honest, the foreigners are very nice. They mostly keep to themselves. My major GRIPE about Bukit Jambul, would actually be the locals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They let their kids run wild around the flat. So noisy. Emilia almost lost her marbles the other day and wanted to confront the family. Now that raya is near, they play fireworks. Then in the afternoon, i had a rude shock of malay kids knocking at my door to ask for duit raya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never liked the idea of kids going around from house to house asking for duit raya anyways. I NEVER did the pemiutang rounds when i was a kid. Don't tell me that it's festive season and these kids wants extra money because they come from poor family. I grew up poor for god's sake but my dad and mum never pimped us out for duit raya--and i would never let my kids to do that too. 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So it is an invited, much- seeked vacation time to be spent with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is just lazing around, getting inspired by grammy-nominated musicians, doing his research on music to give his single a great leg work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? I'm basically just am working from home. Coming back from HK, it gives me a renewed sense of purpose. It usually come and go. But i hope this time around, I'll stick by it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to start getting my editorial skill up a notch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today was Moe's first time visiting my dad's and my tok's grave. It is nice to spend family time, with Moe included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/Sqj1GFfuvCI/AAAAAAAABcI/yKv21LHB_Fo/s1600-h/DSCN0467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/Sqj1GFfuvCI/AAAAAAAABcI/yKv21LHB_Fo/s400/DSCN0467.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379819239797341218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moe and I, atop Victoria Peak overlooking the beautiful HK island and a fragment of Kowloon in the background.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've uploaded my vacation photos on my facebook. Feel free to roam around and have a look-see. 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I agreed. but i still think she was pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment i came back from my HK trip, tua chee told me she is confirmed knocked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so awkward. I just said gratz. Qistina, my little monster of a niece, is going to be a 12-year old dictator...FOR LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis is going to feel the whole pregnant stuff again, after 12 years. Must be like bein a new mum again, i bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This baby....is going to be so effin pampered by the aunties i swear, now that we're all working and have moolah to pamper her/him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it is a girl. I like girls. 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I remembered when i wrote that post, i promised myself to check in more often. I'm not one who can keep to her promises :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Moe has been an awesome boyfriend. Not only he threw a surpise birthday bash at poppy KL for me, he was also romantic to buy me a bouquet of pretty perfumed blossoms called red velvet roses, and took me to Hong Kong for a much needed vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post photos soon. HK is such a rocking city!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Facebook Badge START --&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/people/Emily-Ismail/683854973" title="Emily Ismail&amp;#039;s Facebook profile" target="_TOP" style="font-family: &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot;,tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-variant: normal;font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; color: #3B5998; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Emily Ismail's Profile&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;|&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/badges.php" title="" target="_TOP" style="font-family: &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot;,tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-variant: normal;font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; color: #3B5998; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Create Your Badge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/people/Emily-Ismail/683854973" title="Emily Ismail&amp;#039;s Facebook profile" target="_TOP"&gt;&lt;img src="http://badge.facebook.com/badge/683854973.1183.1001403225.png" alt="Emily Ismail&amp;#039;s Facebook profile" style="border: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!-- Facebook Badge END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19894710-3022831102203383709?l=emilyism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://emilyism.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-3am-and-im-bloggin.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (eMilyism)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19894710.post-4491861779306722217</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Aug 2009 15:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-12T08:48:49.364-07:00</atom:updated><title>I hope the guys in HK are all Edison Chen Look-Alike</title><description>I haven't written in so long.&lt;br /&gt;Publicly.&lt;br /&gt;But i do a lot of writing (not only at work), but i'm currently brushing up on my creative, poignant writing myself. &lt;br /&gt;I'm SUPER PROUD of my handiwork. &lt;br /&gt;Anyways.....&lt;br /&gt;B'day is coming up. I'll prolly write a one year highlight for posterior sake and to see how far i've come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading a lot. I just finished "My Sister's Keeper", and i'm reading "Angels and Demons", and i have "The Kite Runner", "The Other Queen", and the Marie Antoinette book that Julia lend me but i haven't got around to reading it yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught the reading bug, and i caught the shopping bug too. I bought like two tops and one tube dress this month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, puasa is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I'M GOING TO HONG KONG IN THREE WEEK'S TIME!~ *Woot Woot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Facebook Badge START --&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/people/Emily-Ismail/683854973" title="Emily Ismail&amp;#039;s Facebook profile" target="_TOP" style="font-family: &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot;,tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-variant: normal;font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; color: #3B5998; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Emily Ismail's Profile&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;|&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/badges.php" title="" target="_TOP" style="font-family: &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot;,tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-variant: normal;font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; color: #3B5998; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Create Your Badge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/people/Emily-Ismail/683854973" title="Emily Ismail&amp;#039;s Facebook profile" target="_TOP"&gt;&lt;img src="http://badge.facebook.com/badge/683854973.1183.1001403225.png" alt="Emily Ismail&amp;#039;s Facebook profile" style="border: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!-- Facebook Badge END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19894710-4491861779306722217?l=emilyism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://emilyism.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-hope-guys-in-hk-are-all-edison-chen.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (eMilyism)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19894710.post-724377179422035128</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Jul 2009 05:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-09T22:55:58.320-07:00</atom:updated><title>Three Happiest Moments of My Life</title><description>There's too much sweet memories in my 26 years of life to only narrow it down to 3. But heck, i'll try. Well, my 3 happiest, most elated moments are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) When i was offered the American Degree Program Scholarship by the Goverment. I was beaming with joy when i called up the hotline and was told that i DID IT! I was the happiest person alive that point of time, and was happy that i made my mum proud by being her only daughter that was offered such a scholarship. But above all else, i was extremely happy because i went agaisnt all odds to secure the scholarship. Imagine, 10 girls from my school, me included, went for interview and i was the only one who got it. What makes it sweeter was i was in Arts Stream and they were all smarty pants from the Science classes, who went to the interview best prepared, carrying files full of their academic achievement certificates. Well, that was my happiest moment and it stops there, coz i slacked it off. Blamed it on immaturity and living for only the moment without thinking what's tomorrow gonna be if i don't start to work on it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) When my family was all intact, and when my beloved dad was still alive. If i could change a thing, i would asked God to let my dad lived for at least another 2 good years. At least if he passed away when i was 14, i would have known him better and remember him better. Because all i could remember of my dad is he was a tall man...and huge too. Well, i guessed that he wasn't really THAT tall and huge, it's just that i was short and tiny, so my perception of my dad was fixed on my physical sight. I can't even remember how he looks in my mind's eye. That was how little my time was spend with my dad, and that makes all the little time spend together as a family so precious. My family had never been the same anymore without the patriarch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) When i spend my time around with my ol' skool mates and uni mates. The only similarities that these 3 moments have is i only can relive all this in my head, as it won't come back again, no matter how i ache for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Facebook Badge START --&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/people/Emily-Ismail/683854973" title="Emily Ismail&amp;#039;s Facebook profile" target="_TOP" style="font-family: &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot;,tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-variant: normal;font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; color: #3B5998; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Emily Ismail's Profile&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;|&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/badges.php" title="" target="_TOP" style="font-family: &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot;,tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-variant: normal;font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; color: #3B5998; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Create Your Badge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/people/Emily-Ismail/683854973" title="Emily Ismail&amp;#039;s Facebook profile" target="_TOP"&gt;&lt;img src="http://badge.facebook.com/badge/683854973.1183.1001403225.png" alt="Emily Ismail&amp;#039;s Facebook profile" style="border: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!-- Facebook Badge END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19894710-724377179422035128?l=emilyism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://emilyism.blogspot.com/2009/07/three-happiest-moments-of-my-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (eMilyism)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19894710.post-7131877811988777353</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Jun 2009 04:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-09T21:59:25.089-07:00</atom:updated><title>Ben's take on gadgets, technology... life: The REAL long forgotten GIFT - now BETTER THAN EVER!</title><description>I can't wait to download this :0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.benjern.com/2009/06/real-long-forgotten-gift-now-better.html"&gt;Ben&amp;#39;s take on gadgets, technology... life: The REAL long forgotten GIFT - now BETTER THAN EVER!&lt;/a&gt;: "Links"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Facebook Badge START --&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/people/Emily-Ismail/683854973" title="Emily Ismail&amp;#039;s Facebook profile" target="_TOP" style="font-family: &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot;,tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-variant: normal;font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; color: #3B5998; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Emily Ismail's Profile&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;|&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/badges.php" title="" target="_TOP" style="font-family: &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot;,tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-variant: normal;font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; color: #3B5998; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Create Your Badge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/people/Emily-Ismail/683854973" title="Emily Ismail&amp;#039;s Facebook profile" target="_TOP"&gt;&lt;img src="http://badge.facebook.com/badge/683854973.1183.1001403225.png" alt="Emily Ismail&amp;#039;s Facebook profile" style="border: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!-- Facebook Badge END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19894710-7131877811988777353?l=emilyism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://emilyism.blogspot.com/2009/06/bens-take-on-gadgets-technology-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (eMilyism)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19894710.post-3696324560839393990</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 May 2009 05:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-02T22:52:43.144-07:00</atom:updated><title>Sunday</title><description>I enjoy a quite sunday. This means i prefer to be home, watching The Simpsons, hang out with my cousins (who are busy on their laptop because my room got Wi-Fi). What is special about today is I'm guest writing for Moe's website because he is in Krabi and have no or limited internet access. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my post on his post la lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to http://www.moenasrul.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19894710-3696324560839393990?l=emilyism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://emilyism.blogspot.com/2009/05/sunday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (eMilyism)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19894710.post-6016235379195875294</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 May 2009 08:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-01T02:00:50.134-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Online Presence</category><title>Tweet  Moi</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/Sfq5vMWkK6I/AAAAAAAABcA/eHWni7b1FYc/s1600-h/twitter-logo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 92px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/Sfq5vMWkK6I/AAAAAAAABcA/eHWni7b1FYc/s400/twitter-logo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330777329367264162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on twitter. Add me if you want. I know i'm not a public figure like the people i know....so......you guys can pity tweet me la, ok or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, i spent half of my Labor Day upgrading my blog. Then i realized that i blardy forgot to get a screen shot of my four year old blog layout!!! Geram sial. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok have to start spring cleaning my room and send my comforter to the laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Missing Moe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19894710-6016235379195875294?l=emilyism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://emilyism.blogspot.com/2009/05/tweet-moi.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (eMilyism)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/Sfq5vMWkK6I/AAAAAAAABcA/eHWni7b1FYc/s72-c/twitter-logo.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19894710.post-5248421635886793284</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Apr 2009 15:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-30T08:35:15.326-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life as a Writer</category><title>New Layout</title><description>I like my new layout. I'm still pimping it up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the question is, do you dig it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been busy at work. Had to run the Japanese Translation Initiative, incorporate edits for Danesh's application note, send the draft for sign-off, and doing my doo-ties for Technical Service Department's Olympics 2009. Had to, couldn't say no to, be in the committee for the dart game. Plus, i have to shoulder the responsibility of being the team captain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the fact that i'm learning something new in dollops. Like for example, i learned about the Japanese culture and its people, their language (there's kanji, katakana, and hiragana), a little bit of spoken Japanese, and that this week, Japanese celebrates Golden Week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In University, they offer Japanese classes as foreign language studies. I was never interested. Now, i'm slowly exposing myself to the entirety of the Japanese language, and generally, its people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For TS Olympics, i'm learning how to play darts! It's actually quite a mentally-challenging game. You have to do a lot of math. Good to jog the mind. Like sudoku. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have i told you i super suck at math? I had to ask martin what is 6 times 8? Basic, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on the other hand, try to find the time to help Moe out with his projects. That f'llar got two pretty big project coming up la. So i'm just doing research for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotto go mandi now coz i'm going out with Hijaz to pekena nasi kandaq *eat kandar rice*. It's 11pm, but have the craving for teluq ikan and ikan bilis goreng sedap sedap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFUNDI EM...GEMOK GEMOK *with my flabby arms flapping chicken style*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19894710-5248421635886793284?l=emilyism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://emilyism.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-layout.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (eMilyism)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19894710.post-3276793709110969057</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Apr 2009 14:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-24T19:13:27.103-07:00</atom:updated><title /><description>Moe has his Cleo Bachelor Finale at Zouk, so i do not want to bother him when he is supposed to be immersing in the moment. It IS his moment. And he should enjoy it while it lasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I on the other hand, am involved in a little drama of my own. In a matter of days, i feel myself changed into a more mature person and learnt a few important lessons along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My elder sister, has a lump on her right breast. It didn't hurt, and she has the lump for about 6 months. The doctor referred my sister to the GH. And she will get the neccessary steps and procedures done tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i first told Moe, he just basically didn't know how to react. And the first time when i spoke to him after i learnt of my sister's news, he was more concern about his career. Hmm....ok....but i think at this moment my life problem is more important? So instead of like getting angry and be all pissed off like i always do, i just told him that i'm busy and perhaps he can just email me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Along, you know i really do. And in the midst of me cramming like i never crammed before with words like metastasis, cancer, cysts, benign, malignant, surgery, OT, and what not, and you wanted to tell me about your show....i mean....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bee.....really? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i spent the past two nights crying myself to sleep, thinking about how unfair it is and will she be alright. Before this, cancer is such a morbid word, utterly out of my vocabulary. None of my family members has had cancer. And my elder sis, she is so young....but she is really strong person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this morning, i called Moe, to give him a full length story of the situation. and you know la...this is such a raw subject, so everytime when i spoke of my sis, i started crying. Moe just kept quiet. But he is like dat, it's hard for him to comfort me when he is in the office and so far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get angry. I'm so understanding lately and patient... i even surprised myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky to have so many shoulders to cry on, and tho none of them are Moe's, it's ok. I would want Moe to be more sympathetic, but i don't impose it on him. After all, how can he feel the way that i feel about my sister,  right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why the term &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cubit paha kanan, paha kiri terasa &lt;/span&gt;rings so true to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he is in KL, and busy with his career. There is nothing he can do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who i have now are my sisters, my mum, my aunt, and my uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and also Rizal, mak, and pup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people are my support system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: 5 sticks so far for today. I think i can quit all together soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19894710-3276793709110969057?l=emilyism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://emilyism.blogspot.com/2009/04/moe-has-his-cleo-bachelor-finale-at.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (eMilyism)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19894710.post-1111279166087175071</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Apr 2009 14:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-23T07:25:32.603-07:00</atom:updated><title>Ok la so i cheated...</title><description>But i lasted 16 hours before i gave into the craving. By the time i am writing this post, i had my 6th stick, which works out to an average 31/2 hours for every nicotine recharge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But better than puffing away every like one hour or so. I take it as an improvement. It's not funny anymore la. Sometimes i wheeze at night and i have to drink warm water to avoid phlegm build up at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Dr at the local clinic twice (that i sometimes wheeze at night). But every time they put the stethoscope on my chest to get my breathing pattern, my lungs are clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i guess it is ok, but i just need to kick this habit the soonest possible. I need a support group. Emilia is quitting as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read that your body starts to break down at the edge of 25. So you have to get your health screen annually. I admit that I've never been the type who really put in much thought about health. But i think i should already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19894710-1111279166087175071?l=emilyism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://emilyism.blogspot.com/2009/04/ok-la-so-i-cheated.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (eMilyism)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19894710.post-431904772530435229</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Apr 2009 12:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-22T06:23:37.471-07:00</atom:updated><title>Update</title><description>I'm so elated i got Vingie and Shidi calling for update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been five weeks since my last updated. So what was up for the last month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially dating a Cleo Eligible Bachelor, officially the personal assistant of Moe Nasrul. Ever since the Cleo bachelor thingy, people recognizes him more. So that means i can no longer be introduced as her girlfriend, but his PA. And i carry the title  with pride. I arranged his photo shoot, his sibling's birthday presents, proofreads his blog, give input to his future career...what else? I basically am running moe nasrul's life. For example, i paid his summons, renewed his driver's license (MYEG is DA best), email his hi-res photos to journalists, and make his travel arrangements to Krabi (he is going to Krabi soon).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? Oh, for example, he was in town last weekend. He brought my powerbook along. And he left his camera charger in my powerbook. On Sunday, i packed his back while he was taking a short nap. And i know that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mesti lupa &lt;/span&gt;to pack his charger, so i packed his charger for him.&lt;br /&gt;Then when he reached KL, he texted me "Bee you are such an angel. i thought i forgot to bring back my charger. And when i unpacked my bag, i saw my charger :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm also helping with web content and his career.You know the look and feel of his blog? My idea! You know the audio player in his post? My idea and execution! I had to dig for mp3 script for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My senior manager is in town. and i just finished giving my presentation and had my one-on-one with her. I'm escatic because i performed really well on both occasions and i hope i had made an impression on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I want to be promoted!!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm trying to quit smoking. i hope i am strong enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have bad news as well. but i'm not ready to share it with anyone yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19894710-431904772530435229?l=emilyism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://emilyism.blogspot.com/2009/04/update.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (eMilyism)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19894710.post-7023786730076116029</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Mar 2009 15:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-16T18:14:30.856-07:00</atom:updated><title>Shamrockin' St. Patrick's Day @ Juru Auto City, Penang</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/Sb5uN_CkuaI/AAAAAAAABa8/KRTOY16Uu64/s1600-h/stpatcol2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313805796883347874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 378px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/Sb5uN_CkuaI/AAAAAAAABa8/KRTOY16Uu64/s400/stpatcol2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Click on photo to enlarge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the risk of sounding too plastic in this blog (coz i know Naim hates it when i start to give fashion reviews and what not!)......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my Benefit Cosmetics!!! So natural and look at my cheeckbone. So elevated. I likey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok dah. I'll stop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can go to &lt;a href="http://www.moenasrul.blogspot.com/"&gt;Moe's blog &lt;/a&gt;to read his rant about the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love going anywhere as VIP. I love you Bee and thanks for the rockin' evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love. Love. And lotsa Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19894710-7023786730076116029?l=emilyism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://emilyism.blogspot.com/2009/03/shamrockin-st-patricks-day-juru-auto.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (eMilyism)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/Sb5uN_CkuaI/AAAAAAAABa8/KRTOY16Uu64/s72-c/stpatcol2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19894710.post-5422252877329415536</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Mar 2009 14:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-16T08:10:53.573-07:00</atom:updated><title>This is Penang, Bitches</title><description>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Every morning when i come to work, i have to walk from my sister's office (Altera's neighbour, Pentamaster) to my office. For the past few weeks, it feels like i'm strutting to work in the middle of spring in Japan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The only thing that i wanted to do but a little reserved about is to bundle up in my black double-breasted coat with my scarf around my neck and have my black sunnies on, and start cam-whoring on my way to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as a complimentary, i have my sunnies on and enjoy my short walk to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how my &lt;em&gt;runway &lt;/em&gt;looks like every morning for the past few weeks. But it gets slippery what with the dead flowers and all so better watch your step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/Sb5qWW12BrI/AAAAAAAABa0/Lu8tyN8tXyE/s1600-h/sakura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313801542664849074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/Sb5qWW12BrI/AAAAAAAABa0/Lu8tyN8tXyE/s400/sakura.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pic courtesy of my super sexy intern who loves to strut her stuff too, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vingie.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Miss Him Vingie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19894710-5422252877329415536?l=emilyism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://emilyism.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-penang-bitches_16.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (eMilyism)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/Sb5qWW12BrI/AAAAAAAABa0/Lu8tyN8tXyE/s72-c/sakura.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19894710.post-1911999709762290088</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Mar 2009 14:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-16T07:55:19.897-07:00</atom:updated><title>Tech Writers Celebrity Mug Shots</title><description>We're just a funny bunch of people. On a boring monday afternoon, full on &lt;em&gt;tom yam&lt;/em&gt; and too hyper to take a quick nap, we started cam-whoring in the office and one thing led to another, we started 'directing' one another to pose for celebrity mug shot photos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/Sb5k86rA-KI/AAAAAAAABaU/v41PNC5cV30/s1600-h/wt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313795608048367778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/Sb5k86rA-KI/AAAAAAAABaU/v41PNC5cV30/s400/wt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Wen Ting personifying as Mischa Barton. She was a little shy to pose but we managed to coax her to give us her best shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/Sb5k9CQOW_I/AAAAAAAABac/SUKapvwNjWQ/s1600-h/jt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313795610083482610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/Sb5k9CQOW_I/AAAAAAAABac/SUKapvwNjWQ/s400/jt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah...who else best to portray skinny royal bitch Paris none other than our effervescent, &lt;em&gt;makan banyak but tak pernah gemuk &lt;/em&gt;Miss Julia Tan aka JT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/Sb5k9HaUviI/AAAAAAAABak/32S_b5vi-Wk/s1600-h/ei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313795611468021282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/Sb5k9HaUviI/AAAAAAAABak/32S_b5vi-Wk/s400/ei.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i did a great job emulating LaLohan, with the chapped lips and ruffled hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND THE WINNER OF TECH PUB's CELEBRITY MUG SHOT PHOTO?&lt;/strong&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/Sb5k9e9B8ZI/AAAAAAAABas/KQZWxuSJNV0/s1600-h/ei2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313795617787605394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/Sb5k9e9B8ZI/AAAAAAAABas/KQZWxuSJNV0/s400/ei2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mills nailed it with the hair and collarbone. You gotta envy this bitch for her figure. It's hard to live with the whole figure comparison thingy. We're twins for god's sake. How i got this fuller figure i'll never know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In retrospect, i can't stop eating!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19894710-1911999709762290088?l=emilyism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://emilyism.blogspot.com/2009/03/tech-writers-celebrity-mug-shots.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (eMilyism)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/Sb5k86rA-KI/AAAAAAAABaU/v41PNC5cV30/s72-c/wt.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19894710.post-4155595023022494011</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Mar 2009 03:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-02T19:16:43.606-08:00</atom:updated><title>This is Penang, Bitches</title><description>Who would have thought that we have Victoria Peak-esque sights atop Penang Hill? These pics were shot when we were at Penang Hill two weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to Adrian for these amazing photos that makes me proud to be a Penang-kia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308793266718150866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/SayfWVC4kNI/AAAAAAAABaM/Er3SCP2YGSA/s400/penang1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Notice the cottony-cloud stretching to shelter certain part of Penang. Reminds me of the view when i was in the bus crossing Banjaran Titiwangsa at twilight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/SayfWd4JWvI/AAAAAAAABaE/xXoOi4qholo/s1600-h/penang2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308793269089032946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/SayfWd4JWvI/AAAAAAAABaE/xXoOi4qholo/s400/penang2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/SayfWUy847I/AAAAAAAABZ8/hfCwFsq3CkQ/s1600-h/penang3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308793266651325362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/SayfWUy847I/AAAAAAAABZ8/hfCwFsq3CkQ/s400/penang3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Great shot of the Penang bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/SayfVwOmiMI/AAAAAAAABZ0/xjRdHcU1kJ4/s1600-h/penang4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308793256835188930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/SayfVwOmiMI/AAAAAAAABZ0/xjRdHcU1kJ4/s400/penang4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/SayfVzZ8u5I/AAAAAAAABZs/FcIaFp1HYuM/s1600-h/penang5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308793257688087442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/SayfVzZ8u5I/AAAAAAAABZs/FcIaFp1HYuM/s400/penang5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/19894710-4155595023022494011?l=emilyism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://emilyism.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-penang-bitches.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (eMilyism)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/SayfWVC4kNI/AAAAAAAABaM/Er3SCP2YGSA/s72-c/penang1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19894710.post-1191149005682934452</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Mar 2009 02:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-02T18:57:10.001-08:00</atom:updated><title>They would have celebrated their 8th anniversary today</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/SayajKkXnSI/AAAAAAAABZk/Bgz3NTJE62M/s1600-h/jen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308787989685968162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/SayajKkXnSI/AAAAAAAABZk/Bgz3NTJE62M/s400/jen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sad, isn't it? They really do look perfect together. I love Angelina and i think she really have the enigma, an epitome of a Goddess. But being a husband-stealer is never cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, i think Moe would leave me for Angelina Jolie too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I read that Angelina once posed naked with a horse doing naked sexual things with the horse for Rolling Stone. Can anybody source the pix for me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19894710-1191149005682934452?l=emilyism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://emilyism.blogspot.com/2009/03/they-would-have-celebrated-their-8th.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (eMilyism)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/SayajKkXnSI/AAAAAAAABZk/Bgz3NTJE62M/s72-c/jen.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19894710.post-3866350060072718600</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Mar 2009 01:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-02T18:12:00.639-08:00</atom:updated><title>Penny wise, pound foolish</title><description>You know i was so blur last friday...i withdrew money using my HSBC card, thinking it was my CIMB card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the funny thing was, when i checked my CIMB online that they didn't deduct the RM 200 that i withdrew last friday, i was happy as hell. Soon my criminal mind started thinking zealously that i can withdrew money &lt;em&gt;undetected&lt;/em&gt; (konon-konon) from the RHB at Sungai Ara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i checked my HSBC account balance and was shocked to find that i have less money! And yeah....this little miss penny-wise actually withdrew from HSBC instead of CIMB and kena charge rm10 because HSBC is a non-GIRO/MEPS bank. Sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on top of losing rm10, i lost rm2 as well because i had to transfer back RM210 into my HSBC from my CIMB. Then i realised i have not deposited additional RM100, so i lose another rm2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind's getting old. Whoever said Sudoku helps to jog the brain?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19894710-3866350060072718600?l=emilyism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://emilyism.blogspot.com/2009/03/penny-wise-pound-foolish.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (eMilyism)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19894710.post-7721450289025966522</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Mar 2009 06:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-01T23:01:32.161-08:00</atom:updated><title>Ephipany of the week</title><description>Something funny happen last weekend. Moe was here in Penang to visit me. (Thanks bee for missing All-American Rejects interview in singapore to be with your sayang) and by chance, by all means, it was unintentional, i went through Moe's smses and i saw a lot of sms exchange between him and at least about three girls (not that i was counting).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't flirtatious smses or anything that could be objectify as cheating. It was friendly and non-sexual. but moe did tell me that he flirts an awful lot with his co-workers. Reason being: he was bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that i could understand, as without me knowing, i am getting closer to one of my collague as well. It won't fester into anything, that i can tell you. It's nice to have companionship. And i'm totally fine with moe flirting as it is his nature, just as long as he doesn't pursue it into a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is, how do you make sure that you won't cross the invisible line you drew? The proverbial boundaries of not cheating-cheating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine's simple. I told the guy that i'm close with straight off the bat. I enjoy his companionship. And i told him that moe's ok with me being close to him. Coz to him, he is just a friend. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been getting heat from colleagues, tho. seriously, can't i be friends with another guy, be super close, and not develop it into anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i take this as a personal challenge? that no matter how close i am with this person, it won't brew into another cheating saga?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19894710-7721450289025966522?l=emilyism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://emilyism.blogspot.com/2009/03/ephipany-of-week.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (eMilyism)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19894710.post-1963993434578050280</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Feb 2009 00:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-26T17:37:17.881-08:00</atom:updated><title>We Team Build @ Penang Hill</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/Sac7zo1FVnI/AAAAAAAABZc/ci4g-Av0np8/s1600-h/Penang_Hill+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307276444198852210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/Sac7zo1FVnI/AAAAAAAABZc/ci4g-Av0np8/s400/Penang_Hill+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/Sac7cZRpMYI/AAAAAAAABZU/1Rn7bkCUCqc/s1600-h/Penang_Hill+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307276044886684034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/Sac7cZRpMYI/AAAAAAAABZU/1Rn7bkCUCqc/s400/Penang_Hill+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/Sac7cBWAq1I/AAAAAAAABZM/Xe40fkcVQYc/s1600-h/Penang_Hill+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307276038462548818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/Sac7cBWAq1I/AAAAAAAABZM/Xe40fkcVQYc/s400/Penang_Hill+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/Sac7cNtJgEI/AAAAAAAABZE/CsIE2YMF0Jg/s1600-h/Penang_Hill+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307276041780822082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/Sac7cNtJgEI/AAAAAAAABZE/CsIE2YMF0Jg/s400/Penang_Hill+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/Sac7bx9TrNI/AAAAAAAABY8/_ySElALIVJk/s1600-h/Penang_Hill+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307276034332404946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/Sac7bx9TrNI/AAAAAAAABY8/_ySElALIVJk/s400/Penang_Hill+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/Sac7btkOTwI/AAAAAAAABY0/9GNlT51Ul6g/s1600-h/Penang_Hill+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307276033153453826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/Sac7btkOTwI/AAAAAAAABY0/9GNlT51Ul6g/s400/Penang_Hill+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/Sac6p0VdoLI/AAAAAAAABYs/mRPfaWiQbZA/s1600-h/Penang_Hill+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307275175977132210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/Sac6p0VdoLI/AAAAAAAABYs/mRPfaWiQbZA/s400/Penang_Hill+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/Sac6pvmPalI/AAAAAAAABYk/cKFiA-Ry7Is/s1600-h/Penang_Hill+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307275174705326674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/Sac6pvmPalI/AAAAAAAABYk/cKFiA-Ry7Is/s400/Penang_Hill+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/Sac6pU7d_cI/AAAAAAAABYc/56NLuWTGz9E/s1600-h/Penang_Hill+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307275167546604994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/Sac6pU7d_cI/AAAAAAAABYc/56NLuWTGz9E/s400/Penang_Hill+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/Sac6pYSSvFI/AAAAAAAABYU/wJ_jhmPP6po/s1600-h/Penang_Hill+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307275168447642706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/Sac6pYSSvFI/AAAAAAAABYU/wJ_jhmPP6po/s400/Penang_Hill+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/Sac6pI23oiI/AAAAAAAABYM/7qo8P-fYUIo/s1600-h/Penang_Hill+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307275164306088482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/Sac6pI23oiI/AAAAAAAABYM/7qo8P-fYUIo/s400/Penang_Hill+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/Sac5WgHbG9I/AAAAAAAABYE/9XWDgg6x-ds/s1600-h/Penang_Hill+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307273744620395474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/Sac5WgHbG9I/AAAAAAAABYE/9XWDgg6x-ds/s400/Penang_Hill+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/Sac5WLixrUI/AAAAAAAABX8/4R0ma1os9Ik/s1600-h/Penang_Hill+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307273739097976130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/Sac5WLixrUI/AAAAAAAABX8/4R0ma1os9Ik/s400/Penang_Hill+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/Sac5WGp8cJI/AAAAAAAABX0/PfpIJEShVg4/s1600-h/Penang_Hill+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307273737785864338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/Sac5WGp8cJI/AAAAAAAABX0/PfpIJEShVg4/s400/Penang_Hill+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/Sac5V5gK59I/AAAAAAAABXs/6ci37bVIV_0/s1600-h/Penang_Hill+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307273734255208402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/Sac5V5gK59I/AAAAAAAABXs/6ci37bVIV_0/s400/Penang_Hill+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/Sac5VuJbZcI/AAAAAAAABXk/SqEdX0XEqSk/s1600-h/Penang_Hill+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307273731207030210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/Sac5VuJbZcI/AAAAAAAABXk/SqEdX0XEqSk/s400/Penang_Hill+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19894710-1963993434578050280?l=emilyism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://emilyism.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-team-build-penang-hill.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (eMilyism)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/Sac7zo1FVnI/AAAAAAAABZc/ci4g-Av0np8/s72-c/Penang_Hill+012.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19894710.post-8293172405676130645</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Feb 2009 08:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-26T16:35:39.866-08:00</atom:updated><title>Thank You Lunch from Big Boss</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/SaZaQb-OVcI/AAAAAAAABXc/L4zgnfwLqGo/s1600-h/Badminton+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307028449335858626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/SaZaQb-OVcI/AAAAAAAABXc/L4zgnfwLqGo/s400/Badminton+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/SaZaQBhk20I/AAAAAAAABXU/ZE5lJwKWUCY/s1600-h/Badminton+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307028442236377922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/SaZaQBhk20I/AAAAAAAABXU/ZE5lJwKWUCY/s400/Badminton+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Martin and i attended the Thank You lunch hosted by our big boss at our dining room on wednesday.&lt;br /&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/19894710-8293172405676130645?l=emilyism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://emilyism.blogspot.com/2009/02/thank-you-lunch-from-big-boss.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (eMilyism)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkO58gNZZ8Q/SaZaQb-OVcI/AAAAAAAABXc/L4zgnfwLqGo/s72-c/Badminton+006.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>

