<?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-6580809316792081814</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:05:48.367-08:00</updated><category term='Friends'/><category term='Entertainment'/><category term='Recipe'/><category term='Life'/><category term='World'/><category term='Lyrics'/><category term='Poem'/><category term='Pain'/><category term='Crap'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Shopaholic's Corner</title><subtitle type='html'>I rant whatever I want..call me a narcissistic or watever.. I dont give a damn.. but dont judge me when you dont even know me.. an emotionally high maintanence homosapien and a vain pot who thinks she doesn't need anyone's  approval to validate her existence ..except gawd.. I'm known to be a sarcastic person but in real I'm even worse.. I have a soft corner for children and old people.. and yes I read poems.. from Elizabeth Bishop to Emily Dickinson..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MissSHopaHolic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07304272574327412046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://blog.br.inter.net/blog/shopaholic&amp;life/blog.br.inter.net/images/shopaholic.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580809316792081814.post-4763999561612578419</id><published>2008-04-17T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T06:39:45.686-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>What Now???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/SAdOwxOe_5I/AAAAAAAAAS4/vY45BX_SGEY/s1600-h/emptinessbn2.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190203695322562450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/SAdOwxOe_5I/AAAAAAAAAS4/vY45BX_SGEY/s200/emptinessbn2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Why do I love" You, Sir?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because—The Wind does not require the GrassTo answer—&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wherefore when He passShe cannot keep Her place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because He knows—andDo not You—And We know not—&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough for UsThe Wisdom it be so—&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Lightning—never asked an EyeWherefore it shut—&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when He was by—Because He knows it cannot speak—&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And reasons not contained——Of Talk—T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here be—preferred by Daintier Folk—The Sunrise—&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sire—compelleth Me—Because He's Sunrise—and I see—&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Therefore—Then—I love Thee— &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emily Dickinson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6580809316792081814-4763999561612578419?l=shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4763999561612578419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6580809316792081814&amp;postID=4763999561612578419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/4763999561612578419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/4763999561612578419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-now.html' title='What Now???'/><author><name>MissSHopaHolic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07304272574327412046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://blog.br.inter.net/blog/shopaholic&amp;life/blog.br.inter.net/images/shopaholic.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/SAdOwxOe_5I/AAAAAAAAAS4/vY45BX_SGEY/s72-c/emptinessbn2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580809316792081814.post-4179948400297750885</id><published>2008-03-17T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T07:02:36.812-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Soul Ripped Apart...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/R953mH-eSiI/AAAAAAAAASw/ajXwf_NdQxE/s1600-h/heartbroken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178708118382463522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/R953mH-eSiI/AAAAAAAAASw/ajXwf_NdQxE/s200/heartbroken.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I feel like my soul has been ripped apart... I feel dead inside... I can hardly move.. breathe nor say a word... i'm weeping inside...  i dont know wht the hell i'm gonna do.... i'm feeling shitty and so alone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know i'm gonna have to see more shitty things to come... and i wonder hw on earth i'm gonna put up with tt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It has  finally striked me tt u have drifted away from me 4 good...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm never gonna c u again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I didnt even say gudbye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I have wasted my life and time waiting.... hoping... wishing tt' u'll acknowledge i exist.. but looks like u don seem to give a damn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My whole life i have waited for you to say you cared and loved... but u DONT GIVE a SHIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My love 4 u has been a wasted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wish i cld turn back time.............. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6580809316792081814-4179948400297750885?l=shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4179948400297750885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6580809316792081814&amp;postID=4179948400297750885&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/4179948400297750885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/4179948400297750885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/2008/03/soul-ripped-apart.html' title='Soul Ripped Apart...'/><author><name>MissSHopaHolic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07304272574327412046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://blog.br.inter.net/blog/shopaholic&amp;life/blog.br.inter.net/images/shopaholic.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/R953mH-eSiI/AAAAAAAAASw/ajXwf_NdQxE/s72-c/heartbroken.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580809316792081814.post-3087620978751378876</id><published>2007-12-19T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T04:17:14.033-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><title type='text'>Inspired by Erin Brockovich</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/R2kKiORC6lI/AAAAAAAAAQI/srjtTd2cdfQ/s1600-h/erin_brockovich.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145655632308922962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/R2kKiORC6lI/AAAAAAAAAQI/srjtTd2cdfQ/s200/erin_brockovich.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey people.... sorrie 4 not blogging for some time but i do read the rest of you ppl's entry.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have not been blogging for some time cause i was caught up by many things.... all miserable things la.. that i dont even feel like talking about it... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanted to talk about attire today... All of us have a different style when it comes to dressing.. because as similar in characteristic we are ,there are bound to be some differences, In my case i wear what i like.. Yess.....As long as i have one arse instead of two i wear whatever i want!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate this hypocrite world where people talk smack about others all the time ..yess even best buddies... men think their guy friends don't gossip... but unfortunately they are wrong... even straight men talk smack about their own friends... As much as we think that we shouldn't take what people say seriously... we cant help being bothered by certain remark...but we know our self the best...we don't know how others think... so just brush those remarks aside and keep going...they are not the ones who are going to be there when you go for a job interview,or pay for your car loan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The horrible truth is in todays world NO one can be trusted..... trust yourself and no one... u can even trust the devil but not a devil in disguise..... Some people say dont take things too personally but THIs is my life... my heart.. and my integrity..if that is not personal , I don't know what it is... There is another way to look at things...... Buat muker tembok... Yess.... in other words should have a thick skin lor!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SIgh........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6580809316792081814-3087620978751378876?l=shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3087620978751378876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6580809316792081814&amp;postID=3087620978751378876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/3087620978751378876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/3087620978751378876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/2007/12/inspired-by-erin-brockovich.html' title='Inspired by Erin Brockovich'/><author><name>MissSHopaHolic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07304272574327412046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://blog.br.inter.net/blog/shopaholic&amp;life/blog.br.inter.net/images/shopaholic.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/R2kKiORC6lI/AAAAAAAAAQI/srjtTd2cdfQ/s72-c/erin_brockovich.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580809316792081814.post-802678198166508029</id><published>2007-09-21T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T05:24:31.907-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>The end......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RvO3QKs-GBI/AAAAAAAAAQA/ZgdRrYHC7H0/s1600-h/20030511-the-end.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112631490374408210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="206" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RvO3QKs-GBI/AAAAAAAAAQA/ZgdRrYHC7H0/s200/20030511-the-end.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Never Thought I would say this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The never ending drama in my life is officially  OVER today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You guys can be  rest assured that it has finally come to an end..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I would probably miss it... but everything happens for a reason...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;An ending... is towards a NEW beggining!!!!&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/6580809316792081814-802678198166508029?l=shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/feeds/802678198166508029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6580809316792081814&amp;postID=802678198166508029&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/802678198166508029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/802678198166508029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/2007/09/end.html' title='The end......'/><author><name>MissSHopaHolic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07304272574327412046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://blog.br.inter.net/blog/shopaholic&amp;life/blog.br.inter.net/images/shopaholic.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RvO3QKs-GBI/AAAAAAAAAQA/ZgdRrYHC7H0/s72-c/20030511-the-end.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580809316792081814.post-63502977628670867</id><published>2007-09-03T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T07:23:55.686-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>I Screwed Up BIG TIME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I did something that I promised myself to never do... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think i can forgive myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I feel like a fool... the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fool est&lt;/span&gt; person on earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I feel damn shitty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I feel like a Moron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm not going 2 forgive myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Never....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I called a person who told me not to call &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; someone was not happy we are friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and yet i did cause i was actually genuinely worried bout the person...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The person answered.... and said " I TOLD U NOT 2 CALL &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;AIGHT&lt;/span&gt;.... TUT TUT TUT TUT TUT TUT TUT.... phone got slammed hard !!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm not proud of myself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yet it hurts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I feel like someone has ripped my heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I fucked up BIG TIME!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wish i could take back that moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wont forgive myself!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6580809316792081814-63502977628670867?l=shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/feeds/63502977628670867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6580809316792081814&amp;postID=63502977628670867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/63502977628670867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/63502977628670867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-screwed-up-big-time.html' title='I Screwed Up BIG TIME'/><author><name>MissSHopaHolic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07304272574327412046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://blog.br.inter.net/blog/shopaholic&amp;life/blog.br.inter.net/images/shopaholic.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580809316792081814.post-4318907832685101517</id><published>2007-08-17T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T23:55:11.776-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>FCuk em all !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Have you experienced a moment where you wished everything around you stopped and freezes and you are the only who who feels alive, cause when everything else is alive and moving you feel dead and trapped?? Or more likely going tro death in a slow process... that's how i felt for a few months... I've been bumming at home with no Internet connection... my phone lines were dead, and the only thing i had with me was my 29 inches TV and my mom's harlequin romance novel that turns you into a hypocrite... cause you wann all that romance, yet you know its fantasy but you claim to be a realist?? WTF!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Anyways... i was going through a moment of REDs... these are not like BLues.. where you have a bad hair day, an acne , your car breaks down.. REds are worse than that, they suffocate you, other people's jealousy and manipulation feed on you, you realise that your own family is against you, your best friend feels better about her breakup cause your bf dumped you in a more awful manner, your ex shows up any says he thinks he loves you after 3 freaking yrs only to find out his current gf hates him, you are often asked why you are single? why you don have a friendster??? My personal life is private... i don wanna parade my pics and let the world known wats my fav food, clothes and crappp..... i have enough headaches with ppl in my life!! Do i need another 50000 unknown friends??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The crappie part is wen u realise that every single ppl in your life have invaded your space (there is this line you dont cross)that even when you are taking ur shower some moron will knock and screw ur moment of solitary.... everybody talks smack bout everything and nobody actually cares what you think and how you actually feel..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ur family- They think you are weird when you tell them ur dreams, they take you for granted(you are only wanted when: washing dishes,laundry,cleaning)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You work like a dog to get someones attention but ur parent pays more attention to the one who has the most attention, every&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thing you say or do is left to deaf ears...... You try, and try, yet you are ignored, you still suck in their eyes, You try to keep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;away, they bug you even when you sleep, (when you cry ur self 2 sleep thats when they switch on the lights and talk loudly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And just sometimes you wish they could just love you the way you are, you donwann their money,just love and affection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but they cant seem to give even that.. sometimes even when you to do the right thing you end up falling on your face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dysfunctional family is common, but not when you feel trapped and slowly your souls is taken away!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;BFF- Who ever who came up with that term didn't know what the hell he or she was talking about!!! There is o nly two type of friend, one is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the one you trust and the one you don't. I can count with my fingers when it comes to ppl i trust, believe me non of my family &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;members are in it!!! The one you trust is the ones who also opens up to you, not someone who only listens and never tells you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;anything, it means she or he doesn't think you are trust able , they are shrouded with secrecy and feel you are not important enough, (I'm talkin bout basic stuffs like family, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;horrible ex , not explicit details) They claim they love you, but yet they indulge on the fact you are as unhappy as they are, you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;got dumped in a worse manner,you have put on tons of weight so its ok if they do too,they have a bf and you are dead single,( at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;least their time is pre-occupied while you read MIlls and BOOns and croon when you see Clive Owen or Keanu Reeves!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;To think about it you don need poison to kill yourself, ppl like this take the life out of you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Your Ex- Another specimen to screw up your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The day you walk out of our life don come back..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Because you had a &lt;strong&gt;choice&lt;/strong&gt;, your choice was to walk out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You never loved before, what makes you think you do now??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You shattered hearts before, what makes you think you wont wreck it again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The word X says it all... i donwanna buddy buddy wif you... i don believe in that, in the long run someone is gonna get hurt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;again... the only consolation your ex can give is, &lt;strong&gt;GET OUT&lt;/strong&gt; of your life 4ever, cease to exist,&lt;strong&gt;NO phone&lt;/strong&gt; calls,&lt;strong&gt;NO sms&lt;/strong&gt;, maybe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;a pathethic email once in a while... but bottom of  line is &lt;strong&gt;Just GET OUT!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;TMnet- I dono wat to say about this ppl..... streamyx suckzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz 2 der core&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm showing my middle finger!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6580809316792081814-4318907832685101517?l=shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4318907832685101517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6580809316792081814&amp;postID=4318907832685101517&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/4318907832685101517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/4318907832685101517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/2007/08/fcuk-em-all.html' title='FCuk em all !!!'/><author><name>MissSHopaHolic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07304272574327412046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://blog.br.inter.net/blog/shopaholic&amp;life/blog.br.inter.net/images/shopaholic.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580809316792081814.post-8392696521087836180</id><published>2007-06-29T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T23:58:21.471-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>Telekom Corrupted.. Streamyx suckzz... Tunggakan???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RoX-SCb5eUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Lv7xPxHAIog/s1600-h/suckz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081747340402456898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="107" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RoX-SCb5eUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Lv7xPxHAIog/s200/suckz.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I dono bout the rest of you guys.. but many housing areas in Cheras  suffered from corrupted telekom service yesterday... which was so freaking annoying... it lasted for about more than 5 hours and no one can contact each other through the house phones.. the most irritating part was some houses had weird voice mails saying that network was busy ??? wtf??? tried calling Telekom using my mobile.. and some weird computerised voice stated that that number is not in service?????? Hello.......... what is the Ministry of Communication doing..???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Streamyx what can I say... always have freakin problem with it... to come to think of it.. it's just like using Dial up... where der connection is freakin slow.. so slow that when I sat in front of the computer I was 22 and when I switched it off I was like reaching 84....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But they never fail to send us a bil statement wif the word &lt;strong&gt;tunggakan&lt;/strong&gt; catching your eyes... Even if you have already payed.. the freaking bil alwayssssss states the same bloody thinggy... connection oredi awful but sending bil statement always on time wif extra payment.. There were times where they disconnected my streamyx line cause apparently we didn't pay?? &lt;strong&gt;WTF??&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I call those annoying hotlines(Customer Service) those people put you through hell before you can talk to them... you pick up the receiver with a good mood... hear a whole bunch of computerised crappie thinggy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" All our Customer Service are busy at the moment.. please wait awhile.." yada yada.. music... a long awful music.. and at last when someone finally picks up.. ur good mood turns ugly and all you wanna do is vent your anger on them... Especially when they say " You have not paid your outstanding bill... bla bla..." Then when you point it to them that you have paid and have the bil statement with you, they go like...." OOh... sorry maam... we have not updated our system yet.. we will reconnect your streamyx line.. please pay extra RM 10 !!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah like WTF???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm wondering... who should we blame?? The post office?? Streamyx?? Customer Service???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But one thing is for sure bloody capital INCOMPETENT....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The question is are you ABLE or not???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HIdup Bodohland....&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/6580809316792081814-8392696521087836180?l=shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8392696521087836180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6580809316792081814&amp;postID=8392696521087836180&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/8392696521087836180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/8392696521087836180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/2007/06/telekom-corrupted-streamyx-suckzz.html' title='Telekom Corrupted.. Streamyx suckzz... Tunggakan???'/><author><name>MissSHopaHolic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07304272574327412046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://blog.br.inter.net/blog/shopaholic&amp;life/blog.br.inter.net/images/shopaholic.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RoX-SCb5eUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Lv7xPxHAIog/s72-c/suckz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580809316792081814.post-2562669882008961105</id><published>2007-06-25T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T21:52:24.439-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>My very busy life......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its been awhile since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; blogged... damn busy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wif&lt;/span&gt; college and stuffs and my finals are around the corner... its not that i don't have the time but more like no mood to type and all... imagine after typing pages and pages of assignment all i wanted to do is either sleep or watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt;... anyways i had this interesting conversation &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wif&lt;/span&gt; a friend.. about things you hopefully can do before you die... sounds weird but we did come up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wif&lt;/span&gt; funny stuffs.. and here are a few that i came up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wif&lt;/span&gt;...(hopefully i would execute them... or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; try)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1. Go on a European Tour ( I wanna take a train from London to Zurich and drink the best wine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2. Name my daughters &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Dayanara&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Sachi&lt;/span&gt; and Rhea Sheridan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3. Walk in the rain without an umbrella with my hubby...") ( I wanna be drenched)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;4. Play paintball with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; 20 of my best friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;5. Watch a &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;live&lt;/span&gt; tennis match where Roger &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Federer&lt;/span&gt; plays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;6. Watch a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;live&lt;/span&gt; Liverpool match during &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;EPL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;7. Be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;successful&lt;/span&gt; wedding planner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;8. Watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Rajinikanth&lt;/span&gt; groove when he's 74 young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;9. Go for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Muthu's&lt;/span&gt; pink wedding dressed in a white &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Saree&lt;/span&gt; with red &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Hurley&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;earrings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;10. Be the best mom in the world... ( I wanna be the soccer mom,car pool mom)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;11. Read Judith &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Mcnaught's&lt;/span&gt; book in a paddy- field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;12. Shop in New York without worrying about credit limits in the best boutiques &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;13. I love big windows ... I wanna live in a condo with big windows ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;14. Watch my mom ran after my kids and answer their curious questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;15. Shop till drop with my mother in law and have a fun- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;tastic&lt;/span&gt; day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;16. Go for a drive in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;limousine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;17. Go for a rock concert dressed in leather pants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;18. Get married on a swing ( gold coloured Indian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;architecture&lt;/span&gt; swing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;19. Eat ice-cream at home(my home not my mom's) alone wearing my hubby's white shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;whilst watching Oprah with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;doggie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;20. Dressed as Angel of death for a Halloween party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;21. Tell my uncle and his bimbo wife to take a dunk AGAIN. ( More dramatic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;22. Tell yet another bitch to go get a life after14 years...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;23. Visit My old high school at age of thirty.I was studying in a Convent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;24. Get to chat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;wif&lt;/span&gt; my favourite teachers and lecturers one day...( all missing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;redi&lt;/span&gt; one in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;overseas one got transferred)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;25. Play football with a tin can again with my old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;skool&lt;/span&gt; mates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;26. Marry a man who can remember my Birthday and Wedding Anniversary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;27. Not watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Vijay&lt;/span&gt; the actor wearing a wig whens he is 57 prancing around with a gal old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;enough to be my daughter on screen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;28. Watch Roman Holiday with my children even if they complain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;29. Able to sing at the age of 60.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;30. Give my mom a treat for a princess and buy her a beautiful home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;31. Own a original peace of art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;32. Adopt a child.... I love kids I wanna have 5 or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;moreeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;33. Attend all my best buddies wedding... looking good..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;34. Always have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Dato&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Seri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Guruji's&lt;/span&gt; blessing and love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;35. Get married by 26.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;36. Badly wanna get those old record players.. I love antiques...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;37. Eat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Indian&lt;/span&gt; food in Japan....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;38. Have a closet full of Jimmy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Choo's&lt;/span&gt; shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;39. Get a ticket for the Oprah show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;40. Grow really old with my hubby and still have my mom around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have more but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not gonna bore you guys with it... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;.......&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6580809316792081814-2562669882008961105?l=shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2562669882008961105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6580809316792081814&amp;postID=2562669882008961105&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/2562669882008961105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/2562669882008961105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-very-busy-life.html' title='My very busy life......'/><author><name>MissSHopaHolic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07304272574327412046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://blog.br.inter.net/blog/shopaholic&amp;life/blog.br.inter.net/images/shopaholic.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580809316792081814.post-4906950361778971040</id><published>2007-06-05T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T08:03:38.169-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>A whole load of stuffs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've gone missing for awhile.. loads of things la... streamyx down,fell sick again,bitchy lecturer.. and loads of other stuffs... I honestly didn't have any mood to blog and now I do... I might not blog about shopping for awhile cause classes have started and "lucky me" I'm stucked wif a bitch... she's sooooooooo picking on a few of us that its beginning to annoy like shit... psycho bitch..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways... I believe in the term Karma... what goes around comes around... some say revenge is bad bla bla.. but who cares ??to me revenge is sweet... hehehe... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I dono why nowadays people tend to seek me for personal advice in relation to their love affairs... lolz... shit.. I'm actually the last person you should talk to cause we're riding in the same boat.. I mean I get it la they know yours is a big failure so they come and tell their sob story to u(knowing that your cerita lapuk is even worse) and when they relive the awful story they feel so much better... I mean that's a sadist aight??? I'm bored of these topic la, .. cause they and their story is sooooooo predictable that we can know their next move... and funny enough even wen you talk to at least 4 people everyone has almost der same darn story that this seems to be cliche or a great coincidence bla bla.. over the centuries same bloody game being played over and over again.... BORIng... tolong la... people oredi think all diz tactic expired redi....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Which is why I agree with the tag.. "People always leave"... and they always leave when you need them the most... haiya... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nowadays... there seems to be nothing on TV that I seem to anticipate to watch.. gone were the days I use to be glued to the TV watching ANTM, American idol... Charmed,OTH and so on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They have nothing on Astro man... I pay sooo much and the minute it drizzles the whole thinggy goes kaput... Astro's slogan should be "Repetition to death"... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now.. about that bitch.. what has Bahasa Melayu and Bahasa Malaysia got to do wif Advertising???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who cares about all diz crap?? The politician have no other better work to do then to debate about petty matters&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why den you bring up crappie topic in class?? These are the same people who debate about some Indonesia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;drama in Parliament ... (rolling my eyes) hello..... If you wanna talk about on going issue wanna go off topic a bit talk la about Altantuya Case or other important stuffs... why bitch about this bahasa thing?? To avoid racism?? Helloooooooooooooo even if its changed wat made you think this would decrease racism... people still see you as Indian... Chinese...Sikh they don't say Malaysian!!!!!! Stupid topic to talk about during class hours...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm showing my middle finger bitch!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6580809316792081814-4906950361778971040?l=shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4906950361778971040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6580809316792081814&amp;postID=4906950361778971040&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/4906950361778971040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/4906950361778971040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/2007/06/karma.html' title='A whole load of stuffs...'/><author><name>MissSHopaHolic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07304272574327412046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://blog.br.inter.net/blog/shopaholic&amp;life/blog.br.inter.net/images/shopaholic.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580809316792081814.post-7810159212967453885</id><published>2007-05-09T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T09:29:59.504-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>Bra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RkH21XwI_cI/AAAAAAAAAPo/svQ13Sx8UEQ/s1600-h/vic_sec_bra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062598852910579138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RkH21XwI_cI/AAAAAAAAAPo/svQ13Sx8UEQ/s200/vic_sec_bra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Boost Your Breasts, Uplift Your Look!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get fitted!Many women are wearing the wrong size bra. Go to a professional or a trusting friend and have your chest and cup size measured. With the right size bra and straps, you won't have to tug at your bra to keep it in place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emphasize your ribcage.No matter your bra size, your ribcage, just below your breasts, is typically the thinnest part of a woman's torso. Always make sure you accentuate that part by wearing fitted fabrics around it. You'll inevitably look thinner and your breasts will look pert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've got 'em, flaunt them.Don't forget about your breasts! If you try to hide them, they may end up looking like one great big lump of flesh. A very plunging bra can allow you to open your neckline and push your breasts forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy an underwire bra. You're at risk for looking heavier than you actually are. Underwires are essential. They help push the boobs forward as well as upward. It's enough to make you look like you've actually got a waist—and maybe even lost a few pounds!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bolster small breasts with gel inserts.If you're not filling out your padded bra, then consider gel inserts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wear halter tops with or without a bra…if you're small-chested.If you're breasts are small, you'll look great in a halter top with or without a bra. The angular cut works well with your body, and it also highlights your sexy shoulders—a nice replacement for cleavage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wear deep V-neck tops and bras to separate large breasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't allow your breasts to spill out of your bra.If you find the right size bra, you can boost your bosoms properly and reveal your waist. By doing so, you can create a fabulous hourglass figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wear the same bra for years on end!Bras stretch and wear out. Plus, your breasts and body shape may change size over the years. Treat yourself to a new bra every now and then. It's a necessity that'll help you look and feel more vibrant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wear fitted jackets if you're top-heavy.Boxy jackets obscure any definition of a waist and cover your breasts. Worst of all, they'll make you look more square than curvaceous. A fitted jacket shows off your waist and creates an hourglass shape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Source: Oprah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6580809316792081814-7810159212967453885?l=shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7810159212967453885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6580809316792081814&amp;postID=7810159212967453885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/7810159212967453885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/7810159212967453885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/2007/05/bra.html' title='Bra'/><author><name>MissSHopaHolic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07304272574327412046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://blog.br.inter.net/blog/shopaholic&amp;life/blog.br.inter.net/images/shopaholic.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RkH21XwI_cI/AAAAAAAAAPo/svQ13Sx8UEQ/s72-c/vic_sec_bra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580809316792081814.post-6338760334648204316</id><published>2007-05-09T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T10:22:48.843-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Guess whose back.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RkH3hHwI_dI/AAAAAAAAAPw/tuYJkrBjH3E/s1600-h/moron.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062599604529855954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RkH3hHwI_dI/AAAAAAAAAPw/tuYJkrBjH3E/s320/moron.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorry.. peepz.. u didn't c me for some time cause I've been ill... I spent my days in bed in between sneezes and blowing my nose with Kleenex.. I felt horrible cause not only my nose was dripping I felt my whole body was switched with an alien's anatomy... my days were filled with Oprah , ANTM and American Idol...kinda like a scene from You've got mail where Meg Ryan is on the bed and Hanks drop by with her daisies...hehehehe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by der way Blake looked darn cute and I hope Jordan wins.. she kinda reminds me of Norah Jones... the whole big eye thinggy and beautiful curly hair...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways I'm still kinda wobbly but much better... my sem break is going to end soon.. and I'm dreading the whole issue of going back to Uni.. I love college, is the travelling that suckz.. Whilst on holiday prior to me being pathetically sick I went out for lunch with two of my best buddies, we were in Leisure Mall, I met them in Baskin Robbins and was thrilled to see em' after so long, Khaya was a vegetarian so we took some time to hunt for a vegetarian shop, we didn't find one so we settled for a shop where they could provide something without meat.. as soon as we sat we ordered, she strictly told them no meat... the waitress started asking us &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ikan boleh?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I was flabbergasted... who on earth told em' that vegetarians eat fish?? and since when fish is vegetarian?? As much as irritated we were, patience is a virtue, so we when back to basics&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..." Takde kak.. jangan taruk apa apa yang ader daging.. ikan apa apa pun tak boleh hanya sayur"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The next thing she uttered didnt surprise me &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Udang boleh?Telur boleh... err.. ikan bilis boleh?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We went like &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"EHH... tak boleh tak boleh..... daging tak boleh.. hanya sayur cendawan macam itu boleh"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She nodded her head as if she finally understood and went off.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10 minutes later she came back with the food.. mine and KB's food was fine, Khaya's &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;was not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The&lt;strong&gt; "Vegetarian food"&lt;/strong&gt; had everything we had specifically asked her not to put...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I mean we are all Malaysians.. the person who took our order is a Malaysian.. how on earth can you live in Malaysia when you don't know the meaning of vegetarian?? Weren't you people thought about other people's culture in the first place?? respect other people's value and beliefs for gawd sake... wait.. in the first place these people aren't thought moral education way back in school to appreciate different culture's practice and the way they go about &lt;strong&gt;their&lt;/strong&gt; fasting ... how can these people be under the coconut shell for centuries??? And to call one a Malaysian?? We are living in a multi religion nation where one has to know whats going on.. please don't be this shallow... reminds me of Jessica Simpson's ranting about tuna being chicken... God!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Next, I opened the newspapers and there was this article that caught my attention... Sikh people being accused of being Arab/Taliban in United States... how dumb!!! This is one of the most ridiculous thinggy I've heard after Britney's head shaving gig... Why can't some people get it that Sikh and Talibans are wayyyyyyyyyy totally different.. just because they happen to wear turban that doesn't mean they are Arab... look at the Punjabi's features... they are Indian... didn't you morons learn Intercultural Communication ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ANTM... I was born to watch this show.. despite the fact mom hates Tyra Banks I think she's hot... Caridee and Melrose are annoying... this is the first time I kinda disagree with the panel judges approval.. Caridee is another dumb blond looking like a ditz trying to impress Nigel sadly she doesn't succeed...her worst on screen comment to Nigel was about the stick stuffed up his arse!!!!! How dumb.... you don't go around making comments like that to the judging panel... Melrose... is another pain .. selfish..cunning,fakelicious ,not loyal.. and has all the characteristic to be the next Janice Dickinson.. The twins were the only nice ones and and I really really liked Ajay... the Judges are just plain dumb....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways..Learning about other people's culture is important.. atleast the basics.. so that you know how to treat and go about a person with different culture and background... you dont want to be branded and accussed of being rude and obnoxious...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6580809316792081814-6338760334648204316?l=shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6338760334648204316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6580809316792081814&amp;postID=6338760334648204316&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/6338760334648204316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/6338760334648204316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/2007/05/guess-whose-back.html' title='Guess whose back.........'/><author><name>MissSHopaHolic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07304272574327412046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://blog.br.inter.net/blog/shopaholic&amp;life/blog.br.inter.net/images/shopaholic.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RkH3hHwI_dI/AAAAAAAAAPw/tuYJkrBjH3E/s72-c/moron.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580809316792081814.post-766127764833536486</id><published>2007-04-26T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T07:07:41.478-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>Mary Kay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RjCvOXwI_bI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wUYokmS3jUk/s1600-h/397300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057735042966027698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RjCvOXwI_bI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wUYokmS3jUk/s320/397300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elige® Eau de Parfum. 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RjCoinwI_VI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ysHNRZi7sCU/s320/IDIOT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;cant people be more open minded, as much as I respect other people's opinion, respect mind too la, if you don't agree just say you don't and fuck off la, why must you thrash those opinions with little respect and so on, calling people hypocrite and so on, I'm sick of giving a reason because this is going to be a never ending story... you thrash me I thrash you... blah blah.. I'm entitled to my opinion so do you, but if you have something great to say start your own fucking blog where you can type pages to stress your point, don't use other people's blog to state your village typical timbaktu set of mind... and I hate it even worse when some weirdos google an expired story and leave a comment!!! So damn annoying la.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;oving on, my new black pantie went missing, I was looking high and low for it... damn, It took me hours to shop and its even more annoying when things go missing, I knew I did my laundry but mom was the one who stashed our clothes in the cupboard, but where der heck is the pantie??? I went to take my shower later in the evening and noticed that someone else wore em'!!! How Gross!!! Who else if not for devil!!!!! She left it in the shower and forgot to dump it in the laundry basket!!! I was soooooo furious!!! I had it up to my head I  went complaining to mom... mom wasn't shocked but she just said u know bout her aight?? I know damn well about that filthy idiot!!!I took a deep breath and calmed down, told my self... after all its just a pantie... I'll keep buying and devil can keep stealing!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6580809316792081814-4222348413690556480?l=shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4222348413690556480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6580809316792081814&amp;postID=4222348413690556480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/4222348413690556480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/4222348413690556480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/2007/04/idiot.html' title='Idiot....'/><author><name>MissSHopaHolic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07304272574327412046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://blog.br.inter.net/blog/shopaholic&amp;life/blog.br.inter.net/images/shopaholic.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RjCoinwI_VI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ysHNRZi7sCU/s72-c/IDIOT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580809316792081814.post-7188262041920563892</id><published>2007-04-20T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T06:36:11.759-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>Bobby Brown Cosmetics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RijBmIz8bYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/eJGBxBL7S-k/s1600-h/E3P0_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055503442667924866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RijBmIz8bYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/eJGBxBL7S-k/s320/E3P0_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great for smoothing skin before hitting the beach—Bobbi's NEW emollient body exfoliator is lightly scented with beach Fragrance. 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This lightweight, non-greasy spray hydrates and protects the body from damaging UVA/UVB rays. Water-resistant formula contains antioxidant Vitamin E and an emollient blend of Grapeseed, Olive and Castor Oils. Leaves skin lightly scented with beach Fragrance. Dermatologist-tested.&lt;br /&gt;Spray on body liberally and spread evenly before sun exposure. Reapply after swimming or exercising.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rii_ooz8bWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/l8WAaNgriHY/s1600-h/E47L_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055501286594342242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rii_ooz8bWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/l8WAaNgriHY/s320/E47L_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LIMITED QUANTITIES ONLY! Sized for portability, Bobbi's Mini Makeup Organizer is the ideal makeup accessory for travel. Crafted in black faux-leather with violet fabric lining, this zip-around case includes mini–sized Eye Liner, Eye Shadow, Blush, and Lip Brushes. Includes a removable mini pouch to hold mini-sized skincare and makeup items&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rii_Hoz8bVI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1q_z2ukS0Us/s1600-h/E1F6_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055500719658659154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rii_Hoz8bVI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1q_z2ukS0Us/s320/E1F6_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This shimmering, brush-on powder creates a deep, bronzy glow. Sweep on cheeks, after Blush, using the Face Blender Brush. Works well with neutral and deep blush shades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055500522090163522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rii-8Iz8bUI/AAAAAAAAAOI/2d0F9hXNzYk/s320/E4AW_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Inspired by our best-selling Tawny Blush, this ingenious two-tiered makeup kit features a full-size TAWNY Shimmer Brick - only available in this kit - and four tawny-toned lip shades (shown below). Gives your look a healthy flush of color&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rii9o4z8bRI/AAAAAAAAANw/t_kMwwnw9dg/s1600-h/E0KK_wn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055499091866053906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rii9o4z8bRI/AAAAAAAAANw/t_kMwwnw9dg/s320/E0KK_wn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AWARD WINNER! 'Best Long-Wearing Liner' from "In Style" magazine (April 2007). This innovative eyeliner offers the precision of liquid liner and the ease of a gel-based formula. Color is long-wearing and water-resistant. Can be used to create subtle to dramatic look...&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rii8yYz8bQI/AAAAAAAAANo/1kzFjAH5Gfw/s1600-h/E4E1_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055498155563183362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rii8yYz8bQI/AAAAAAAAANo/1kzFjAH5Gfw/s320/E4E1_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;NEW! Bobbi's best-selling Shimmer Lip Gloss in three beautiful pink-to-peach shades. These glosses offer sheer color with just a hint of shimmer – so anyone can wear them. Comes in this mini white faux-leather makeup case with a mirror – only in this specially-priced set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rii8coz8bPI/AAAAAAAAANg/WKzA9SBaNR0/s1600-h/E4AF_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055497781901028594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rii8coz8bPI/AAAAAAAAANg/WKzA9SBaNR0/s320/E4AF_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bobbi makes wearing color modern and fresh with these ocean- inspired shades of aqua, soft pink, and beige! This limited-edition palette features ten exclusive shadows with pearlized pigments that are wearable, modern shimmers. Apply an individual shade to lower lid or layer two shades using finger or Eye Shadow Brush. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Source: Bobby Brown&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6580809316792081814-7188262041920563892?l=shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7188262041920563892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6580809316792081814&amp;postID=7188262041920563892&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/7188262041920563892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/7188262041920563892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/2007/04/bobby-brown-cosmetics.html' title='Bobby Brown Cosmetics'/><author><name>MissSHopaHolic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07304272574327412046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://blog.br.inter.net/blog/shopaholic&amp;life/blog.br.inter.net/images/shopaholic.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RijBmIz8bYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/eJGBxBL7S-k/s72-c/E3P0_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580809316792081814.post-4279407360135908264</id><published>2007-04-16T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T09:28:31.108-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World'/><title type='text'>Virginia Tech Massacre!!!!</title><content type='html'>Just when we thought the whole episode of Columbine High School Massacre in year 1999 20th April was over here comes another one with a higher death toll.. apparently there were around 32 victims proving that this is one of the most horrifying and deadliest shooting rampage in US history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was glued to the TV watching CNN for the updates, I was shocked to know that the gunman used two handguns and carried multiple clips of ammunition attacking the students and staffs in Virginia Tech.. the worst part was people inside the building didn't even know what was happening, they weren't given a warning, in fact many actually knew later on through emails as they were quarantined , these emails were accessed by students who had their laptops with them, apparently some even had an audio of the gun sound but a whole lot of people online thought it was a cruel joke and dismissed the whole scenario as a prank joke!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the gunmen started firing everyone hit the floor immediately ,and one student commented that the shot felt like forever, some thought there were two people involved in the massacre but this was denied, the gun shot sounded like continuous hammering i don't know why but this reminds me of the 1983 Beirut Barrack Bombing where it involved suicide bombers and how cruel this people can be!! Imagine an explosive weighing at 5400 kg??? Sick!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gunmen is most probably an Asian kid... great!!! We have another solid reason for the whites to hate Asian's even more.... there were students jumping off the windows due to this incident, until Monday, worst massacre in U.S. history was in Killeen, Texas, in 1991. Bush offered his prayers for the victims... he can only do that la... too many people died redi la in Bush Admin.. less talk more action la.. please for gawd sake do something about your second amendment&lt;br /&gt;the right of the people to keep and bear arms"though it has new precedents and so on, yada yada yada... somehow it is still not working,someone, somewhere and something is still somewhat wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do we think countries like Sri Lanka and other poor countries get their machine weapons from? Obviously supplied by the US licenced dealers, indirectly authorised by the US government, and there are many illegal weapon dealers who are exploiting the poor and war effected countries.. hello. spare us the sorry tale about how you guys have banned many, if you have banned many suppliers why then is it still easy to get guns in US illegally?? Even if its licenced why is it still easy for a minor or a student to get a gun??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look.. this amendment was done during the Elizabethan era, war times, people needed the gun for obvious reasons at that time, therefore the amendment was made, we are not saying you should abolish the amendment totally, just make sure the laws are stricter when it focuses on armed goods!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the movie Lord of War starring Nicholas Cage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is this particular dialogue that caught my attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where there's a will, there's a weapon.&lt;br /&gt;He Sells Guns... And He's Making A Killing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first and most important rule of gun-running is:&lt;br /&gt;never get shot with your own merchandise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of all these it has to be an Asian guy... the impression of the westerns towards Asians are even more tarnished after this, blame who ?when racist comments take place ?The number of Asians migrating to Western countries is increasing over the years, so is the dilemma we have to face in a foreign land...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God rest the victims soul..&lt;br /&gt;May Bush wake up from his coma and walk the walk and talk the talk.. don't always want to save your rice bowl!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6580809316792081814-4279407360135908264?l=shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4279407360135908264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6580809316792081814&amp;postID=4279407360135908264&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/4279407360135908264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/4279407360135908264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/2007/04/virginia-tech-massacre.html' title='Virginia Tech Massacre!!!!'/><author><name>MissSHopaHolic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07304272574327412046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://blog.br.inter.net/blog/shopaholic&amp;life/blog.br.inter.net/images/shopaholic.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580809316792081814.post-5709757471906817780</id><published>2007-04-14T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T11:12:59.568-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>Cat  Crown goes 2 SJP...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RiEXxolv0gI/AAAAAAAAANQ/_MLWJgBUI_o/s1600-h/SJP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053346398363177474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="319" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RiEXxolv0gI/AAAAAAAAANQ/_MLWJgBUI_o/s320/SJP.jpg" width="312" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&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;Sarah Jessica Parker's unique sense of quirky elegance touched our hearts through her lovable character, Carrie Bradshaw, on "Sex and the City.In 2004, the actress was recognized by the exclusive Council of Fashion Designers of America who presented Sarah Jessica Parker with the "Style Icon" award. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RiEYAYlv0hI/AAAAAAAAANY/HbLWIQukY08/s1600-h/SARAH-JESSICA-PARKER-WITH-H.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053346651766247954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RiEYAYlv0hI/AAAAAAAAANY/HbLWIQukY08/s320/SARAH-JESSICA-PARKER-WITH-H.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now a fashion icon, whose glamorous photo frequently adorns the covers of Vogue, In Style and Harper's Bazaar, Parker credits some of her love for fashion to Sex and the City's costume designer, Patricia Field. Field's penchant for creating fresh looks, new classics, funky expressions and making decade-old designs seem fresh and new, found its way into the living rooms of the everyday American life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is known for her passion for shoes and took designer Manolo Blahnik to new career heights with her devotion to his expensive designer stilettos. In fact, it is rumored that she had a bit of influence on her son James' first words? 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type='text/html' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/2007/04/cat-crown-goes-2-sjp.html' title='Cat  Crown goes 2 SJP...'/><author><name>MissSHopaHolic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07304272574327412046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://blog.br.inter.net/blog/shopaholic&amp;life/blog.br.inter.net/images/shopaholic.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RiEXxolv0gI/AAAAAAAAANQ/_MLWJgBUI_o/s72-c/SJP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580809316792081814.post-4491351028411607993</id><published>2007-04-14T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T21:45:10.416-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>6 things that I think men should have in their closet..</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053335562160689634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RiEN64lv0eI/AAAAAAAAANA/DHTFlVkvYWI/s320/Calvin_Klein_Eternity_for_Men__66484.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RiEN_Ilv0fI/AAAAAAAAANI/_YbXNYG19VU/s1600-h/212men1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masculine, passionate, easy going. If this describes you- than this is the perfect fragrance for u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RiENOolv0cI/AAAAAAAAAMw/XP4DKHWwWlE/s1600-h/A17691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053334801951478210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RiENOolv0cI/AAAAAAAAAMw/XP4DKHWwWlE/s320/A17691.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MENS BERMUDA Fabric Type: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woven Material: 100% COTTON&lt;br /&gt;RM$119.00 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PADINI Authenthics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053333131209200034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RiELtYlv0aI/AAAAAAAAAMg/_HkAdwmPTRA/s320/1011303649_LG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Its all business what der heck you gonna wear?? Please don't buy ciplak items from Petaling street.. get a proper suit.. Giorgio Armani is the perfect choice.. beautiful tailor fitted cut.. price aso cut throat la.. but at least have once decent suit that you'll be proud of..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RiEMkYlv0bI/AAAAAAAAAMo/z4_FknB1Z4g/s1600-h/C14206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053334076102005170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RiEMkYlv0bI/AAAAAAAAAMo/z4_FknB1Z4g/s320/C14206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MENS L/PANTS Fabric Type: Woven Material: 100% COTTON .(PDI)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RM$99.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RiELGIlv0YI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/SEUj57rthyQ/s1600-h/_5357773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053332456899334530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RiELGIlv0YI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/SEUj57rthyQ/s320/_5357773.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Diesel V neck T- shirt... heck the guy looks good in em'.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something very casual and comfortable.. plus its very fashionable.. is it me.. or is the room getting hot...??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;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;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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RiELS4lv0ZI/AAAAAAAAAMY/aClJ6qxnRFE/s1600-h/2233_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RiELS4lv0ZI/AAAAAAAAAMY/aClJ6qxnRFE/s1600-h/2233_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053332675942666642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 346px" height="396" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RiELS4lv0ZI/AAAAAAAAAMY/aClJ6qxnRFE/s320/2233_l.jpg" width="201" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love men in white...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone should invest in a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;good white T-shirt/Diesel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even Donald Trump would look&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;good in white.. hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where 2 shop?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sogo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KLCC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Midvalley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6580809316792081814-4491351028411607993?l=shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4491351028411607993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6580809316792081814&amp;postID=4491351028411607993&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/4491351028411607993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/4491351028411607993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/2007/04/6-things-that-i-think-men-should-have.html' title='6 things that I think men should have in their closet..'/><author><name>MissSHopaHolic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07304272574327412046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://blog.br.inter.net/blog/shopaholic&amp;life/blog.br.inter.net/images/shopaholic.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RiEN64lv0eI/AAAAAAAAANA/DHTFlVkvYWI/s72-c/Calvin_Klein_Eternity_for_Men__66484.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580809316792081814.post-259690488972638501</id><published>2007-04-14T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T09:12:12.955-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>JEAN CRIMES &amp; MISDEMEANORS</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053317093801316610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="213" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RiD9H4lv0QI/AAAAAAAAALQ/icfAobuJuYI/s400/beauty_jean_125x163.jpg" width="125" border="0" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baggy. Skintight. So low on the hips, it's illegal. Get the right kinda of jeans ppl... here are some tips on how to go about it.. men aso lar.... &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;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Denim IntelligenceIf you choose jeans well and treat them right, they'll look better and last longer. Here's a few smart rules. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go slowly when you shop. Quality time in the fitting room—45 minutes to an hour—pays off. Pick a store with lots of inventory. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sit or squat while you're trying on jeans to make sure not too much butt is showing (and to gauge comfort level). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be flexible about size. When in doubt, take more than one size into the dressing room.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy two pairs when you find great jeans—one to hem for heels, the other to hem for flats.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tone down to a dark blue wash; it's most slimming.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Think wardrobe, rather than one grubby pair you wear to death (that's so college). Three to five jeans are the minimum: one or two for work or going out (dark, straight-legged denim looks most polished), one or two for weekends (with sneakers or flats), and one with extra give or stretch for "fat" days.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;See a tailor if jeans aren't precisely right (but never buy them too small.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prevent fade-out by washing dark jeans inside out in cold water&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shop online if there are no local stores you like—it can be tricky, but good websites help. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Source: Oprah&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/6580809316792081814-259690488972638501?l=shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/feeds/259690488972638501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6580809316792081814&amp;postID=259690488972638501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/259690488972638501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/259690488972638501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/2007/04/jean-crimes-misdemeanors.html' title='JEAN CRIMES &amp; MISDEMEANORS'/><author><name>MissSHopaHolic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07304272574327412046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://blog.br.inter.net/blog/shopaholic&amp;life/blog.br.inter.net/images/shopaholic.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RiD9H4lv0QI/AAAAAAAAALQ/icfAobuJuYI/s72-c/beauty_jean_125x163.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580809316792081814.post-6407944891732568128</id><published>2007-04-14T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T08:59:20.870-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>Shoes Part 2 Jimmy Choo's...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RiD6F4lv0PI/AAAAAAAAALI/QnDSZh94BKM/s1600-h/071VIENNACAL_medium_fr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053313760906694898" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RiD4-Ilv0JI/AAAAAAAAAKY/0P8jdF38vgo/s320/063HARDYPSN_medium_fr_Black.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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RiD4wolv0II/AAAAAAAAAKQ/BkPGQ6H4l5Q/s1600-h/010JULIETSAT_medium_fr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053312296322846850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RiD4wolv0II/AAAAAAAAAKQ/BkPGQ6H4l5Q/s320/010JULIETSAT_medium_fr.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;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/6580809316792081814-6407944891732568128?l=shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6407944891732568128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6580809316792081814&amp;postID=6407944891732568128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/6407944891732568128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/6407944891732568128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/2007/04/shoes-part-2-jimmy-choos.html' title='Shoes Part 2 Jimmy Choo&apos;s...'/><author><name>MissSHopaHolic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07304272574327412046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://blog.br.inter.net/blog/shopaholic&amp;life/blog.br.inter.net/images/shopaholic.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RiD6F4lv0PI/AAAAAAAAALI/QnDSZh94BKM/s72-c/071VIENNACAL_medium_fr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580809316792081814.post-6286171415306836690</id><published>2007-04-10T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T21:42:17.594-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Pearl of Orient here I come.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RhtPj4lv0HI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ONJpuq4EoIo/s1600-h/Bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051718884930867314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RhtPj4lv0HI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ONJpuq4EoIo/s320/Bridge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah yeah!!! I am going for a holiday.... at last!!!! I need a break!! I'm tired of putting up with some human beings and this time all I wann is a break.... I'll be gone for 5 days la.. not now.. i'll put up an absent board on while I'm gone... and yupz cant wait to see my guruji on the 1st of May.. Yoga Jnana Sitthar Om Sri Rajayoga Guru Saranam...... His Divine Grace... hurrayyyyyyyy!!!! &lt;/span&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/6580809316792081814-6286171415306836690?l=shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6286171415306836690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6580809316792081814&amp;postID=6286171415306836690&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/6286171415306836690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/6286171415306836690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/2007/04/pearl-of-orient-here-i-come.html' title='Pearl of Orient here I come.....'/><author><name>MissSHopaHolic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07304272574327412046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://blog.br.inter.net/blog/shopaholic&amp;life/blog.br.inter.net/images/shopaholic.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RhtPj4lv0HI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ONJpuq4EoIo/s72-c/Bridge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580809316792081814.post-3207886212845009760</id><published>2007-04-09T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T21:43:36.183-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>Pharmacy at 3 am? Bangsar???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rhs4FYlv0GI/AAAAAAAAAKA/fFbJcMXc9bU/s1600-h/bitch%20barrette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051693072177418338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rhs4FYlv0GI/AAAAAAAAAKA/fFbJcMXc9bU/s320/bitch%2520barrette.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Devil has striked once more... this time she came up with a even worse tell tale and a spin off from a soap opera!!! She came back home .. I was out... How fortunate for her... of course being as cunning as she is .. she decided to tell mom a story which is based on a lie 100%.. what a bitch!!!!! she told mom that her friend saw me and three other gals in Bangsar at 3 am apparently we were clubbing...Wat a bull shit!!!!!!! I was actually reading my Mills and Boon in my friends house and yacking away through out the night.. devil added that It seems we were in Pharmacy doing our gig!!! I couldn't believe my ears when mom narrated this unbelievable crap shitty story to me.. is something really wrong with her??? she creates this kinda story just to put me into the ugly limelight all over again.. and the person she mentioned saying that he saw me would be the last person on earth to say these kind of things cause I know him!!!!! This is all this bitch's doing... I can feel it man.. some sort of 6th sense.. my yoga sakthi says its devils doing !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She is truly a horrible person... wat a bitch!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A few thoughts that crossed my mind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. At first you said he saw then you said he wasn't sure.. or were you afraid that your story wasn't convincing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. If he wasn't sure why must he open his mouth.. and why didn't he talk to the gal he thought was me??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. I think you are the liar you bitch!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Thank gawd mom never believed your stupid story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Why were you afraid when I said I wanted to talk to him?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Even if i went out clubbing whats ur fucking problem???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7. All bangsar clubs closes at 2 am you MORON!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8. With Guruji's blessing I'll have a better life than you........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you think you can bring me down bitch you are soooo wrong!!!! I'm a survivor.. I'll always tell my self if I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;can survive you i can survive any other wanna be bitches... &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/6580809316792081814-3207886212845009760?l=shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3207886212845009760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6580809316792081814&amp;postID=3207886212845009760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/3207886212845009760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/3207886212845009760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/2007/04/pharmacy-at-3-am-bangsar.html' title='Pharmacy at 3 am? Bangsar???'/><author><name>MissSHopaHolic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07304272574327412046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://blog.br.inter.net/blog/shopaholic&amp;life/blog.br.inter.net/images/shopaholic.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rhs4FYlv0GI/AAAAAAAAAKA/fFbJcMXc9bU/s72-c/bitch%2520barrette.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580809316792081814.post-5852702620668101144</id><published>2007-04-09T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T23:10:48.851-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>Tara Rum Pum this April.... Part 1( the 2nd part will b my review)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rhsp_4lv0FI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/mzfGZl3ZfZE/s1600-h/28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051677584525348946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rhsp_4lv0FI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/mzfGZl3ZfZE/s320/28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rhsp3Ylv0EI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zZShFkkMzUo/s1600-h/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051677438496460866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rhsp3Ylv0EI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zZShFkkMzUo/s320/22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rhsprolv0DI/AAAAAAAAAJo/oPkZVPlxM3I/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051677236632997938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rhsprolv0DI/AAAAAAAAAJo/oPkZVPlxM3I/s320/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RhsphYlv0CI/AAAAAAAAAJg/DsvohK_HCxM/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051677060539338786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RhsphYlv0CI/AAAAAAAAAJg/DsvohK_HCxM/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RhspZolv0BI/AAAAAAAAAJY/jg3ueRIXIuo/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051676927395352594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RhspZolv0BI/AAAAAAAAAJY/jg3ueRIXIuo/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the story of one man, his family and how they overcome the obstacles that life puts in their way, together. It is the story of human spirit and how it ultimately prevails.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rajveer Singh (Saif Ali Khan) is a pit-crew worker in a racing team with a passion for driving who gets discovered by a team manager, Harry (Jaaved Jaaferi). The same day he accidentally meets a music student, Radhika (Rani Mukerji), who he falls for instantly. He gets drafted into ‘Speeding Saddles’ – a failing race team and transforms from Rajveer Singh to “RV” – the race car driver. While his racing career takes off instantly, his love life also blossoms after a whirlwind romance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few months later, he is both a happily married man and one of the country’s best racers. Fatherhood and greater success both follow and soon he is the Number 1 race car driver in the USA, as well as the proud father of two precocious kids – Priya (Angelina Idnani) and Ranveer (Ali Haji).But as a result of a bad racing accident, RV is hospitalized for a few months. When he tries to make a comeback, he realizes that he has been mentally scarred by the accident and has lost his edge. His life now takes a turn for the worse and after a string of failures, he is forced to auction his house and move with his family to a run-down Bronx-style neighborhood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, RV and Radhika decide not to tell their children the truth and construct a skillful masquerade of a reality show where they have to live a poor life in order to win a mythical grand prize.The family struggles to survive a life that they are not used to, using a mixture of fantasy and cheerfulness to pull through in the face of adversity. But an incident forces RV to reclaim the life that was taken away from him.Can he, once again and perhaps for a last time, face down his inner demons on the race track? Can the family remain together in the wake of what could perhaps be their biggest challenge yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Source: Yash Raj Films&lt;br /&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/6580809316792081814-5852702620668101144?l=shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5852702620668101144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6580809316792081814&amp;postID=5852702620668101144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/5852702620668101144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/5852702620668101144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/2007/04/tara-rum-pum-this-april-part-1-2nd-part.html' title='Tara Rum Pum this April.... Part 1( the 2nd part will b my review)'/><author><name>MissSHopaHolic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07304272574327412046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://blog.br.inter.net/blog/shopaholic&amp;life/blog.br.inter.net/images/shopaholic.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rhsp_4lv0FI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/mzfGZl3ZfZE/s72-c/28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580809316792081814.post-7128503298069006870</id><published>2007-04-09T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T22:48:53.453-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipe'/><title type='text'>Cherry Pie IV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RhslIolvz_I/AAAAAAAAAJI/8-_XSwcpMDw/s1600-h/cherry+pie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051672237291065330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RhslIolvz_I/AAAAAAAAAJI/8-_XSwcpMDw/s320/cherry+pie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SUBMITTED BY: Beth Campbell"This is the 1999 American Pie Council's National Pie Championship first place winner in the Fruit and Berry Category."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Original recipe yield:1 - 9 inch pie&lt;br /&gt;PREP TIME&lt;br /&gt;30 Min&lt;br /&gt;COOK TIME&lt;br /&gt;1 Hr&lt;br /&gt;READY IN&lt;br /&gt;1 Hr 30 Min&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;INGREDIENTS&lt;br /&gt;2 cups all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;1 cup shortening&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup cold water&lt;br /&gt;1 pinch salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 pounds sour cherries, pitted&lt;br /&gt;1 1/8 cups white sugar&lt;br /&gt;3 1/2 tablespoons cornstarch&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon butter&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon almond extract &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTIONS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a large bowl, combine flour and salt. Cut in the shortening until pea sized. Stir in water until mixture forms a ball. Divide dough in half and shape into balls. Wrap in plastic and refrigerate for 4 hours or overnight. Roll one ball out to fit a 9 inch pie plate. Place bottom crust in pie plate. Roll out top crust and set aside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 375 degrees F (190 degrees C.) In a saucepan, combine cherries, sugar and cornstarch. Let sit for about 10 minutes. Bring to a boil over medium heat, stirring constantly. Lower the heat and simmer for 5 minutes or until the juices thicken and become translucent. Remove from heat and stir in the butter and almond extract. Mix thoroughly and pour into pie shell. Cover with top crust, seal edges, and cut away excess dough. Make several small slits in the top to allow steam to escape.&lt;br /&gt;Bake in the preheated oven for 45 to 55 minutes, or until crust is golden brown&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;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/6580809316792081814-7128503298069006870?l=shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7128503298069006870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6580809316792081814&amp;postID=7128503298069006870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/7128503298069006870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/7128503298069006870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/2007/04/cherry-pie-iv.html' title='Cherry Pie IV'/><author><name>MissSHopaHolic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07304272574327412046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://blog.br.inter.net/blog/shopaholic&amp;life/blog.br.inter.net/images/shopaholic.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RhslIolvz_I/AAAAAAAAAJI/8-_XSwcpMDw/s72-c/cherry+pie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580809316792081814.post-6337709486448047537</id><published>2007-04-04T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T22:45:43.347-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Gloria Gaynor</title><content type='html'>First I was afraidI was petrified&lt;br /&gt;Kept thinking I could never live without you by my side&lt;br /&gt;But I spent so many nightsthinking how you did me wrong&lt;br /&gt;I grew strongI learned how to carry on&lt;br /&gt;and so you're backfrom outer space&lt;br /&gt;I just walked in to find you here with that sad look upon your face&lt;br /&gt;I should have changed my stupid lockI should have made you leave your key&lt;br /&gt;If I had known for just one secondyou'd be back to bother me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on now go walk out the door&lt;br /&gt;just turn around now'cause you're not welcome anymore&lt;br /&gt;weren't you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbyeyou&lt;br /&gt;think I'd crumbleyou think I'd lay down and die&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, not I will surviveas long as i know how to love&lt;br /&gt;I know I will stay aliveI've got all my life to live&lt;br /&gt;I've got all my love to giveand I'll surviveI will survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took all the strength&lt;br /&gt;I hadnot to fall apartkept trying hard to mendthe pieces of my broken heart&lt;br /&gt;and I spent oh so many nightsjust feeling sorry for myselfI used to cry&lt;br /&gt;Now I hold my head up highand you see mesomebody newI&lt;br /&gt;'m not that chained up little personstill in love with youand&lt;br /&gt;so you felt like dropping inand just expect me to be freenow&lt;br /&gt;I'm saving all my lovingfor someone who's loving me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Gaynor'/><author><name>MissSHopaHolic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07304272574327412046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://blog.br.inter.net/blog/shopaholic&amp;life/blog.br.inter.net/images/shopaholic.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580809316792081814.post-2684441650765831709</id><published>2007-03-31T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T10:42:22.939-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Kacang the Dissapointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rg6Y7i4gIdI/AAAAAAAAAJA/8nLU70mVSQQ/s1600-h/Attitude_jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048140381072400850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rg6Y7i4gIdI/AAAAAAAAAJA/8nLU70mVSQQ/s320/Attitude_jpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 reasons&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as to why Kacang and I can&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;be together ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. He tells the truth to avoid being caught, often his truth hurts and suckzz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;09. Girls,girls,girls,and girls... the more the better, he might even have a harem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;08. He shattered my heart. I cried in the cab , the driver actually thought someone died&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;07. He doesn't care. He goes missing for months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;06. He forgets my Birthday,continuously for 4 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;05. He only LIKES me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;04. My past life?? My bad Karma?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;03. I cease to exist in your calling list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;02. YOU wasted my time , money and tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;01.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;EzhudhungaL enn kallaRaiyil avan irakkamilladhavan, endRu paarungaL enn kallaRaiyil ivall paithiyakkari endRu..ha.ha.ha.) (PURE TAMIL,taken from Vasantha Maligai)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Translation: There should be a statement carved on my tombstone(only in the grave) saying that Kacang was despicable towards me, then the person reading em' should laugh and think that I'm a pathetic nut case ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6580809316792081814-2684441650765831709?l=shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2684441650765831709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6580809316792081814&amp;postID=2684441650765831709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/2684441650765831709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/2684441650765831709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/2007/03/kacang-dissapointment.html' title='Kacang the Dissapointment'/><author><name>MissSHopaHolic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07304272574327412046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://blog.br.inter.net/blog/shopaholic&amp;life/blog.br.inter.net/images/shopaholic.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rg6Y7i4gIdI/AAAAAAAAAJA/8nLU70mVSQQ/s72-c/Attitude_jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580809316792081814.post-516058810932499262</id><published>2007-03-31T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T09:34:19.114-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>STupid,BOdoh ......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rg6MkS4gIbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/huT1BnSdeVY/s1600-h/DSC04205small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048126787500908978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rg6MkS4gIbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/huT1BnSdeVY/s200/DSC04205small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went shoe hunting on thursday...to my horror the shoes that were on sale were horrible!! Buruk punya buruk!!! I was really unhappy.. the ones that they have in Nose is like ugly and they have been displaying the same darn ones for years!! I don see nice ones... the only consolation is that they are cheap... cheap for what?? They are ugly!! The nice ones are like Jimmy Choo's Stuart Weitzman,Oscar da Le Renta and other branded stuffs that only Mak Datin can afford wei.. Prima Vera is fine.. but even that looks ugly and no variety at all!!! Vincci is even worse.. This is a classic example of the fact that some well known brands could have ugly stuffs.. People rather go randomly into GUESS and buy a shoe there rather than hitting NOSE and VINCCI nowadays.. reason.. no decent ones.. and the service in mid valley suckz... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048127109623456194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rg6M3C4gIcI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6dNrdSrpeXI/s200/v02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I prefer Vad and Vid... they have nice shoes there... and their bags are better and different.. though they are a bit expensive atleast they are worth it.. you actually have nice ones there.. I found one in Cheras Leisure Mall and Mid Valley... hmm... now I have to hunt for alternatives..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6580809316792081814-516058810932499262?l=shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/feeds/516058810932499262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6580809316792081814&amp;postID=516058810932499262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/516058810932499262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/516058810932499262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/2007/03/stupidbodoh.html' title='STupid,BOdoh ......'/><author><name>MissSHopaHolic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07304272574327412046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://blog.br.inter.net/blog/shopaholic&amp;life/blog.br.inter.net/images/shopaholic.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rg6MkS4gIbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/huT1BnSdeVY/s72-c/DSC04205small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580809316792081814.post-4972844369651241296</id><published>2007-03-31T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T08:52:36.986-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>LAME !!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rg6Dfy4gIaI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RzWcKxd7j3c/s1600-h/Get%20a%20Life_gif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048116814586847650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rg6Dfy4gIaI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RzWcKxd7j3c/s400/Get%2520a%2520Life_gif.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jazz and i took an oath once.. 4 years back that we will never be a member of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Friendster&lt;/span&gt;!!! Among millions of weirdos we are one of the few people on earth who are not associated with that web!!! and we will NEVER be so don't bug us by asking us the same cliche kind of stuff.. Contrary to what some people believe this is not the way to meet men!! and not the only way to keep in touch with old friends/pals... you people use this as a dating service to meet unknown people and also to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tayang&lt;/span&gt; your current hot picture so that list of admirers would increase.. what kind of privacy is that??? Admit it la.. half of the people who are in your list would be someone you don't even know.. and this people are commenting on your pics?? what can you say by just looking at a person's face?? they send testimonials?? People , for your info testimonials&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; are only done by people who know you well.. not by some bozo who is trying to figure you out or is flirting with you online!!!what about all the hypocrisy in not meeting up with strangers?? .. Even if you restrict your profile people can still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kepoh&lt;/span&gt; about you by just hitting the search button or add you using an unknown profile!! I rest my case!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6580809316792081814-4972844369651241296?l=shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4972844369651241296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6580809316792081814&amp;postID=4972844369651241296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/4972844369651241296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/4972844369651241296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/2007/03/lame.html' title='LAME !!!!!!'/><author><name>MissSHopaHolic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07304272574327412046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://blog.br.inter.net/blog/shopaholic&amp;life/blog.br.inter.net/images/shopaholic.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rg6Dfy4gIaI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RzWcKxd7j3c/s72-c/Get%2520a%2520Life_gif.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580809316792081814.post-830289670510869478</id><published>2007-03-31T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T09:03:50.955-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Stay Away!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rg56qi4gIZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Z3Qajvspn5g/s1600-h/lllll.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048107103665791378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rg56qi4gIZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Z3Qajvspn5g/s320/lllll.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rg56WS4gIYI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Dgyep4kPXTM/s1600-h/hurt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048106755773440386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rg56WS4gIYI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Dgyep4kPXTM/s320/hurt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I came back home&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after a nice Friday night with my cousin sis, we stayed at home,chilled,ate potato chips, and yacked for hours and stuffed pizza at 2 am and slept only at 5am,we had gal talk la.. came back home my mood became lousy, I looked at my dressing table and nearly cried!! It was in a total mess!! My eyeliners were missing,my moose bottle was open, mascara gone,earrings missing,eye shadows scattered!!! My SJP perfume was used,my privacy has been violated and I felt my soul has been ripped apart by this devil!!! Worse.. my 21st birthday white gold chain was also missing!!! I knew it.. this must be only one persons work... my sister!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How inconsiderate!!! You are working for gawd sake.. you use my stuffs .. put it back where it belongs!! or at least have the courtesy to tell me you want to use it.. or ask my permission first!!Its not as if I'm goin to say &lt;strong&gt;NO!!&lt;/strong&gt; Plus you use them till they are finished and never bother to replace them.. why do you torture me??? why are you being sooooooo bitchy??? I'm a student who saves every penny to buy the things that i want..and yet you don't care or appreciate this,you violate everything you see!!Like " I came, I saw and I conquered!!".. more than being mad.. I'm upset la.. the worse part was when mom told that she was the one who told my sis to wear the chain!! Who would wear other people's gift?especially her 21st b'day gift?? It sentimental to me.. her stupid reason was I don't wear them!!! That has got nothing to do with you using my stuffs, whether i wear them or not its non of your business!! You gave em' to me and its mine, and its up to me to do whatever i want with it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Devil&lt;/strong&gt;, is so stupid la.. she really sakitkan hati orang!! You are 26 years old and you even have a bf .. ask him to buy for you la.. don't bug me..stop hurting me.. when you first started working.. you never even bought a dime for me.. you never did anything for me!!In fact you take my clothes and make them yours,never ask my permission, If i as much as use your slippers you would create a big scene.. so dramatic that even Marlon Brandon would applaud you from his grave!! You are sooo selfish... plus mom is ur best buddy and you both contemplate to hurt me at every opportunity!! Conspire to shatter my heart!!! Every penny that I use is &lt;strong&gt;MY money&lt;/strong&gt;.. I never take things from a man, &lt;strong&gt;never .. never..&lt;/strong&gt; to me the only man who deserves to give me things would be my future husband(god knows who der hell is the guy), my guy friends have only given things to me on my b'day... which I receive with guilt and discomfort.. while you on the other hand have a bf for 7 years and he apparently buys expensive stuffs for you... why can't you ask him to buy these things for you instead of using mine??I'm not selfish.. its the way you treat me.. no respect at all for me as a person!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been alone for 22 years while you enjoy life being with your bf.. why do you insist in crippling my life??? You don't care two hoots for me... plus i hate your bf.. you both are hypocrites who are trying to ruin mom and me... busuk hati betul la.... I have worked hard for everything, and i work twice harder than you to get things... my MotorolaE398 was bought buy me by working my ass off in Moron's office Angkasa Raya for 3 months during summer holidays, while you got your phone cause you merengek to mom wanting a phone after seeing mine!!! You are sooo spoiled... I thought you will eventually get married to that moron and get out but you insist in marrying at 30.. what about me??? I'm sick of being alone for 22 yrs and I want to have my own family by the time I'm 25, I have given up looking for Mr.Not so Right.. I don't mind mom looking for me a Ramasamy or Kuppusamy.. I'm just tired.. either this or be a nun.. as long as I get out of this darn place called home.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom aso like tak kisah... I'm telling you whether you like it or not.. I'm going to marry at 25 and chao.. cause if I wait for you to marry... I'll go mad or decide to commit euthanasia !!!You and moron have embezzled thousands from mom for years!!and she still forgave you people... I'm not going to do that.. If Papa was here you would not dare to behave in such ways.. I miss dad cause he would know what to do... I'm speechless.. tired and simply hurt by you...!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm showing my middle finger !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6580809316792081814-830289670510869478?l=shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/feeds/830289670510869478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6580809316792081814&amp;postID=830289670510869478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/830289670510869478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/830289670510869478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/2007/03/stay-away.html' title='Stay Away!!!'/><author><name>MissSHopaHolic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07304272574327412046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://blog.br.inter.net/blog/shopaholic&amp;life/blog.br.inter.net/images/shopaholic.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rg56qi4gIZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Z3Qajvspn5g/s72-c/lllll.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580809316792081814.post-7144391127539059050</id><published>2007-03-29T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T19:19:27.308-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Little Miss Sunshine...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RgxwhS4gIXI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/i4eh4YCn2tU/s1600-h/regan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047532999682302322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RgxwhS4gIXI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/i4eh4YCn2tU/s320/regan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's with kids nowadays? Why is beauty given such importance at a tender age? After the Oscars, I decided to watch Little Miss Sunshine just to see what was the hype all about, well I actually enjoyed the movie, only because in the end there's a different message. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kid goes for the pageant knowing that she's got stiff competition from barbies, those kids actually look older than their age, with all the make-up and stuffs, they even had a swimsuit and evening wear competition,the highlight of the competition would have been the talent show,Olive actually shocked and scandalized a bunch of audience by doing a strip tease style performance to the tune Super Freak, taught to her by Grandpa??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kids nowadays are pressured at a young age to look good, heck some are even dieting at a young age, going for facial at 8 and laser hair removal at 10??? They began training at a young age and aim to be Miss World or Miss Universe some day... honestly the ones who are winning are like 18 but they look like 28... some contemplate in doing cosmetic surgeries,some don't even contemplate, they just do it, nose job la, lip implants la... gosh??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let kids be kids, remember Jon Benet Ramsey?? she was found murdered in the basement of her parents home by John Mark Karr a teacher... the kid got more attention than anyone because of her participation in beauty pageants... and she was only 6!!!For gawd sake, Let them be free, teach them art,music, educate them in a different way, teach them to love books and love themselves, not the either way around, how to wear mascara and eye liners... let them know beauty comes in various packages, and like wat Tupac Shakur said, " &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is seen is temporary, what is unseen is eternal" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a fantastic childhood thanks to my parents, I played batu seremban, rounders, congkak, football using a tin can, we used to play netball back in school but we'll always end up playing futsal with it, we participated in debate,choral speaking and loads of other stuffs. So people teach your kids to appreciate their intelligence first through a different approach not through beauty pageants at a young age. If they want, they can join this stuffs when they can think for themselves, age should be taken into consideration,don't expose kids to this kinda media hype and attention, it would only take their childhood away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out the video here, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6DDOG5LE4-k"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6DDOG5LE4-k&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6DDOG5LE4-k"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&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;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/6580809316792081814-7144391127539059050?l=shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7144391127539059050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6580809316792081814&amp;postID=7144391127539059050&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/7144391127539059050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/7144391127539059050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/2007/03/little-miss-sunshine.html' title='Little Miss Sunshine...'/><author><name>MissSHopaHolic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07304272574327412046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://blog.br.inter.net/blog/shopaholic&amp;life/blog.br.inter.net/images/shopaholic.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RgxwhS4gIXI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/i4eh4YCn2tU/s72-c/regan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580809316792081814.post-5376691412982056822</id><published>2007-03-29T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T10:44:01.210-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>Huh???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rgv5-y4gIWI/AAAAAAAAAII/QkNRtBMlaTk/s1600-h/kkkkk.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047402664604737890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rgv5-y4gIWI/AAAAAAAAAII/QkNRtBMlaTk/s320/kkkkk.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is weird....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom was home alone watching tv ,and she was on MC. My aunty who is a kepoh called and asked her to watch Ramayana on tv... so mom got excited and engrossed because they were airing  her favourite saga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I came home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She was actually dissapointed, seeing the look on her face I knew something was wrong. Then she blurted that some weirdo actually changed the Ramayana story. In this version.. Ravana happened to be Sita's biological dad??WTH?? Valmiki who wrote the epic is going to somersault in his grave knowing somebody has changed the history... what are they trying to justify?? That those people who went for war were wasting their time..?? And who would want to kidnap his own daughter?? Raman Prince of Ayodhya is the reincarnation of Lord Vishnu , therefore he would be the last person on earth to dissapprove of a father reuniting with his daughter!! No offence, but either the director is Sri Lankan who is trying to justify something or a freak who got his infomation messed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Conclusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Astro needs to check things before airing dumb movies.. you guys spoiled my mom's mood!!.. on second thoughts you spoiled mine too..... urghhhhhhh&lt;/span&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/6580809316792081814-5376691412982056822?l=shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5376691412982056822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6580809316792081814&amp;postID=5376691412982056822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/5376691412982056822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/5376691412982056822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/2007/03/huh.html' title='Huh???'/><author><name>MissSHopaHolic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07304272574327412046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://blog.br.inter.net/blog/shopaholic&amp;life/blog.br.inter.net/images/shopaholic.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rgv5-y4gIWI/AAAAAAAAAII/QkNRtBMlaTk/s72-c/kkkkk.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580809316792081814.post-1897713653598259277</id><published>2007-03-29T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T10:06:48.827-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Secrets....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rgvkiy4gIVI/AAAAAAAAAIA/GJKa2Xoo9NI/s1600-h/findme.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047379093824217426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rgvkiy4gIVI/AAAAAAAAAIA/GJKa2Xoo9NI/s320/findme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I came across this post card when I was going through the post secrets column, this particular one really caught my attention, cause as simple as the secret sounds it really got into me, that as much as people think they are different, we are actually so much alike.. we all have secrets, some we share, some we don't, some of us pour our thoughts and secrets in different ways, we blog,some prefer the diary, myself I do both. My diary is more "me" than my blog, there are things that till today I can't seem to talk about to anyone, its not only the issue of trust, but it's more than that, how would the other person perceive me? I'm the sort of person who couldn't care two hoots about what people who are unimportant think of me, but when it comes to people I love, It really bothers me, which is why I prefer the diary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Something inside me died when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disappointments&lt;/span&gt; keeps crawling into my life, Life is game, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; I tell myself I want to play it better , I keep losing all over again, and picking up from where I left is even tough,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this reminds me of a movie that I've watched, this little gal has a booth called "Secret Keeper" and she charges her clients 30 cents per person, from breaking your mothers china and lying about your true identity, she keeps their secrets in a paper back and stuffs them into her trunk, day by day, she feels bad cause her own personal secrets are being piled up, she has no one to talk to,my point is as much as we like to have our privacy, some things are better told than never, choose the person you are about to open up to wisely,at times you don't want comments you just want someone who actually listens for once, atleast start writing  a diary, this way you wont have people invading your space. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now back to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;disappointments&lt;/span&gt;, I hate them, I want to change them, but I cant, so I've decided to just embrace them and get over it. I wish life could be an open book, if only people could stop pretending and be honest, you might be amazed with how much you can put up with. Secrets.. .. the remaining ones haunt me at times, but nowadays I tell it out , if not all, bits and pieces, but till today the one person I trust the most is my diary. Secrets can make people put on a mask, sometimes its necessary, but most of the time you'll end up feeling lousy, so people If you think your heart has had enough of secrets, there is nothing wrong in pouring them out, be it to your best friend, diary, through post cards, your dog, or trust me even to a stranger , its your prerogative and honestly we'll feel much better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6580809316792081814-1897713653598259277?l=shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1897713653598259277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6580809316792081814&amp;postID=1897713653598259277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/1897713653598259277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/1897713653598259277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/2007/03/secrets.html' title='Secrets....'/><author><name>MissSHopaHolic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07304272574327412046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://blog.br.inter.net/blog/shopaholic&amp;life/blog.br.inter.net/images/shopaholic.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rgvkiy4gIVI/AAAAAAAAAIA/GJKa2Xoo9NI/s72-c/findme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580809316792081814.post-4933557117563716509</id><published>2007-03-28T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T23:20:40.327-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Until You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rgtaky4gITI/AAAAAAAAAHw/U2BO_dceaDo/s1600-h/C_0671880608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047227395579322674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rgtaky4gITI/AAAAAAAAAHw/U2BO_dceaDo/s320/C_0671880608.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A teacher in a school for wealthy young ladies, Sheridan, Bromleigh is hired to accompany one of her students, heiress Charise Lancaster, to England to meet her fiancé. When her charge elopes with a stranger, Sheridan wonders how she will ever explain it to Charise's intended, Lord Burleton.&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the pier, Stephen Westmoreland, the Earl of Langford, assumes the young woman coming toward him is Charise Lancaster -- and informs her of his inadvertent role in a fatal accident involving Lord Burleton the night before. And just as Sheridan is about to speak, she steps into the path of a cargo net loaded with crates!&lt;br /&gt;Sheridan awakens in Westmoreland's mansion with no memory of who she is; the only hint of her past is the puzzling fact that everyone calls her Miss Lancaster. All she truly knows is that she is falling in love with a handsome English earl, and that the life unfolding before her seems full of wondrous possibilities&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://www.mcnaughtized.com/untilyou.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://www.mcnaughtized.com/untilyou.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6580809316792081814-4933557117563716509?l=shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4933557117563716509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6580809316792081814&amp;postID=4933557117563716509&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/4933557117563716509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/4933557117563716509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/2007/03/until-you.html' title='Until You...'/><author><name>MissSHopaHolic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07304272574327412046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://blog.br.inter.net/blog/shopaholic&amp;life/blog.br.inter.net/images/shopaholic.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rgtaky4gITI/AAAAAAAAAHw/U2BO_dceaDo/s72-c/C_0671880608.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580809316792081814.post-4649646977837529036</id><published>2007-03-28T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T22:58:39.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As much as I love to blog.. I'm a no nonsense person.. I wont tolerate any nuisance .. mine is not I repeat  not a blog for people to comment about politics... don't irritate me beyond limits.. is either you read and comment sensibly or you don't.. my blog is not a thrash place folks... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Thank You&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6580809316792081814-4649646977837529036?l=shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/4649646977837529036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/4649646977837529036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/2007/03/warning.html' title='WARNING...'/><author><name>MissSHopaHolic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07304272574327412046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://blog.br.inter.net/blog/shopaholic&amp;life/blog.br.inter.net/images/shopaholic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580809316792081814.post-6064105731054353919</id><published>2007-03-28T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T23:02:19.390-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Beauty Shop...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RgqmJy4gISI/AAAAAAAAAHo/kvZnyO7lV1I/s1600-h/cza0789l.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047029019629855010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RgqmJy4gISI/AAAAAAAAAHo/kvZnyO7lV1I/s320/cza0789l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RgqlqC4gIRI/AAAAAAAAAHg/JXceSAOz-Yk/s1600-h/cza0789l.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Being a vain port I do visit the the beauty shop.. this is where I get my eyebrows , and facials done. I've known my beautician friend for many years.. since I was 15 .. it feels almost like home and she is someone dear to me.. the situation in the beauty shop is sometimes hilarious and sometimes very weird.. the drama goes on.. everyday there would be a new character popping out of no where.. Let me list the people with drama queen tags ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The owner&lt;/strong&gt;- She's sweet and pretty.. often complains about her weight, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;opens whenever she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wants and does not follow in accordance with the time printed in her visiting card, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;her bf looks like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a principle who caught a bunch of students playing truant, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thinks the saloon guy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;has a crush on her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Best Friend&lt;/strong&gt;- Another drama queen who can give lessons to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;upcoming actors who need help,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Number one gossip,she knows about everything, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(she happens to date a policeman) even if you keep your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mouth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;shut she keeps feeding &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you with juicy news,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a mother of two who doesn't give a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;damn what people think of her and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;has issues with other people using her nail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cutter, is afraid of the owners bf.. dono why ler...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Saloon Guy&lt;/strong&gt;- I though he was gay the first time I laid my eyes on him, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;practically everytime &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I pay my visit to the beauty shop he doesn't seem to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;be entertaining clients , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he ends up cleaning and mopping &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the place a few times, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;told by another drama &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;king that once there was this two Latino ladies asking him about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Brazilian &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wax.. nodded his head and said ya ya ya... lolz... the dude had no idea w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;those ladies were asking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He thought they wanted to rebond their hair...... how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dumb!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drama King&lt;/strong&gt;- Happened to be the Saloon Guy's client at first, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ended up being gossip buddies with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Owner after bringing his gf for a facial, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ever since, he never associated himself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with the saloon guy, a tall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dude who talks at the speed of a lightning, has weird &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sense of humour and likes bitching... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now this phrase &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;made me wonder who is the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;actual gay person?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Family&lt;/strong&gt; - They actually have their family discussion there, ironically &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they think we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;don't understand their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;language (i understand them perfectly)... lolz... its fun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sometimes to eavesdrop, younger brother has issues &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with alcohol and stuffs, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;has a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gorgeous sister with temper issues, mother is often caught eating, eating and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eating.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nyamph,nyamph.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And the drama goes on.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/6580809316792081814-6064105731054353919?l=shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/6064105731054353919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/6064105731054353919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/2007/03/beauty-shop.html' title='Beauty Shop...'/><author><name>MissSHopaHolic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07304272574327412046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://blog.br.inter.net/blog/shopaholic&amp;life/blog.br.inter.net/images/shopaholic.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RgqmJy4gISI/AAAAAAAAAHo/kvZnyO7lV1I/s72-c/cza0789l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580809316792081814.post-5208543438339090</id><published>2007-03-28T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T03:14:16.750-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>Shoes Part 1.... Stuart weitzman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rgo_6i4gIQI/AAAAAAAAAHY/yCEsAhsX3hA/s1600-h/ooo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046916607450816770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rgo_6i4gIQI/AAAAAAAAAHY/yCEsAhsX3hA/s200/ooo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rgo-eS4gIPI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/auZ6ducxNkE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046915022607884530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rgo-eS4gIPI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/auZ6ducxNkE/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rgo-Iy4gIOI/AAAAAAAAAHI/z3rL5t91eRU/s1600-h/ooo.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rgo98i4gINI/AAAAAAAAAHA/1XexVvA-Ycg/s1600-h/mm.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046914442787299538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rgo98i4gINI/AAAAAAAAAHA/1XexVvA-Ycg/s200/mm.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rgo9ti4gIMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/iUlGcl7H2xg/s1600-h/kk.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046914185089261762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rgo9ti4gIMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/iUlGcl7H2xg/s200/kk.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rgo9mC4gILI/AAAAAAAAAGw/lkIGlxntdYo/s1600-h/bb.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046914056240242866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rgo9mC4gILI/AAAAAAAAAGw/lkIGlxntdYo/s200/bb.bmp" 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;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/6580809316792081814-5208543438339090?l=shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5208543438339090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6580809316792081814&amp;postID=5208543438339090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/5208543438339090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/5208543438339090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/2007/03/shoes-part-1-stuart-weitzman.html' title='Shoes Part 1.... Stuart weitzman'/><author><name>MissSHopaHolic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07304272574327412046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://blog.br.inter.net/blog/shopaholic&amp;life/blog.br.inter.net/images/shopaholic.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rgo_6i4gIQI/AAAAAAAAAHY/yCEsAhsX3hA/s72-c/ooo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580809316792081814.post-918766100469943160</id><published>2007-03-27T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T09:09:42.871-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>The Nighty Nite Gang...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rgnbky4gIEI/AAAAAAAAAF4/n21Fchk7t-w/s1600-h/Chef%20wanduta%20Sioux%20Lakota.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046806282625884226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rgnbky4gIEI/AAAAAAAAAF4/n21Fchk7t-w/s200/Chef%2520wanduta%2520Sioux%2520Lakota.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We've known each other for years... with Gods grace we'll be there for each other through sick and happiness.. We are known as the Nighty Nite gang.. Vani gave us the name .. cause we always come home at weird hours until our handphones will be ringing continuously.. all of us would have the same word flashing on the phone Home Home !! the funny and good part is that we don't club or drink... we eat and yack and yack..all of us are uni students, with different characteristics and attitude.. but we have the chemistry that ables us to communicate well, Since I was watching Dances with Wolves I decided to give all of us a Sioux name... hehe.. you know names like Red Hawk, Bear white, Yellow Deer....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vani- Makes weird noises (that's her Sioux name)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Muthu- Non tamil speaking ( he has another group contradicting to this one.. The K's(all Chinese members xcluding him)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Khaya- The Sensitive One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Prisha- Funny Face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me- Talks in her sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cool ha.. now we have Sioux names that we can use when we don't want people to know our identity..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;source:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://yakimas.free.fr/Chef%20wanduta%20Sioux%20Lakota.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://http://yakimas.free.fr/Chef%20wanduta%20Sioux%20Lakota.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6580809316792081814-918766100469943160?l=shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/feeds/918766100469943160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6580809316792081814&amp;postID=918766100469943160&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/918766100469943160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/918766100469943160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/2007/03/nighty-nite-gang.html' title='The Nighty Nite Gang...'/><author><name>MissSHopaHolic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07304272574327412046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://blog.br.inter.net/blog/shopaholic&amp;life/blog.br.inter.net/images/shopaholic.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rgnbky4gIEI/AAAAAAAAAF4/n21Fchk7t-w/s72-c/Chef%2520wanduta%2520Sioux%2520Lakota.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580809316792081814.post-2426140444468435886</id><published>2007-03-27T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T11:26:11.951-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>The Good, Bad and Worse...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rglgn2o4FwI/AAAAAAAAAFw/rlgaNm1XYBo/s1600-h/Bulldog%20With%20Headache.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046671095243478786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rglgn2o4FwI/AAAAAAAAAFw/rlgaNm1XYBo/s200/Bulldog%2520With%2520Headache.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had the opportunity of being alone at home on one fortunate day.. classes were cancelled and I was delirious , plus the very fact of being in a solitary confinement... made me smile... before this the only privacy i get is in the bathroom... but not today .. I decided to watch the collection of movies which was stacked in a corner.. The Shawshank Redemption.. one hell of a cool movie... the dude got sentenced for a crime he did not commit and got stucked in a awful place for twenty years.. and managed to get out from prison using a small hammer which even had Morgan Freeman mentioning that it would probably take him 6000 years to get it done.. i loved Tim Robbins character.. he was smart,witty,and also different.. different in the sense of his personality,he was difficult to read.. he ain't no open book.. Morgan Freeman impressed me with his institutional concept.. he said in prison he's the guy who can get things done but outside he'll be a no gooder.. the character Brooks commited suicide because he thought he was simply not intelligent enough for the outside world.. he was the librarian for gawd knows how many years.. in the end i realised that the little things the we get so fed up and irritated waiting for.. is actually worth waiting for.. if you have the determination , patience and a whole bunch of guts to execute ,anything is possible. Now.. the good one ends..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I still had time.. so I watched Dances with wolves... I enjoyed watching the movie cause i got to know a culture  so different than mine... but the movie was sooooooo dragyy... and Mary McDonnell( Stands with a fist) looks older than KC .. in fact she looks older than her adopted parents... the one scene that i really enjoyed was Kc dancing around the fire ... and that Two Socks( the wolf) was indeed worth watching.. but i prefered The Shawshank Redemption.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then i decided to watch Ah Aah.. ( Tamil pic) hell... i had a horrible headache afterwards.. so dumb that SJ Suryah deserves an award for annoyance.. with vulgarity and irritating dialogues this one is not in my good books.. two people living in sin ( living together) he is suspicious.. she is a nag.. he is a pervert.. i liked their neighbour though.. songs were fine.. but these clowns spoiled em' , movie was horrible.. SJ overacted.. but if you want to watch a movie that you want to condemn ,do watch this one.. you might even be satisfied cause it literally evokes your bitchy mood.. &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/6580809316792081814-2426140444468435886?l=shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2426140444468435886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6580809316792081814&amp;postID=2426140444468435886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/2426140444468435886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/2426140444468435886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/2007/03/good-bad-and-worse.html' title='The Good, Bad and Worse...'/><author><name>MissSHopaHolic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07304272574327412046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://blog.br.inter.net/blog/shopaholic&amp;life/blog.br.inter.net/images/shopaholic.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rglgn2o4FwI/AAAAAAAAAFw/rlgaNm1XYBo/s72-c/Bulldog%2520With%2520Headache.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580809316792081814.post-8551368553437807859</id><published>2007-03-27T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T10:30:41.200-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipe'/><title type='text'>Quick Pizza Sandwiches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RglUimo4FvI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ECYs3Nnwc7U/s1600-h/15738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046657810909632242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="140" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RglUimo4FvI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ECYs3Nnwc7U/s200/15738.jpg" width="194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Original recipe yield:4 servings&lt;br /&gt;PREP TIME&lt;br /&gt;10 Min&lt;br /&gt;COOK TIME&lt;br /&gt;10 Min&lt;br /&gt;READY IN&lt;br /&gt;20 Min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;INGREDIENTS&lt;br /&gt;1 (8 ounce) package refrigerated crescent rolls&lt;br /&gt;4 slices mozzarella cheese&lt;br /&gt;4 teaspoons tomato paste&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon dried oregano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DIRECTIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C).&lt;br /&gt;Unwind the roll dough, and separate into 4 rectangles. Pinch together perforations to seal. Place 2 rectangles on a 9x13 inch baking sheet. Moisten edges of rectangles with water. Place 2 slices mozzarella on each rectangle. Top each with 2 teaspoons tomato paste. Sprinkle each with 1/4 teaspoon oregano. Cover each with remaining dough. 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rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/8551368553437807859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/2007/03/quick-pizza-sandwiches.html' title='Quick Pizza Sandwiches'/><author><name>MissSHopaHolic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07304272574327412046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://blog.br.inter.net/blog/shopaholic&amp;life/blog.br.inter.net/images/shopaholic.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RglUimo4FvI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ECYs3Nnwc7U/s72-c/15738.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580809316792081814.post-9181657811722199599</id><published>2007-03-27T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T08:44:43.276-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Real women have curves... or is it a confession of a fat person..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RglLNmo4FuI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zWgdNZNYTfI/s1600-h/jim10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046647554527729378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="211" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RglLNmo4FuI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zWgdNZNYTfI/s200/jim10.jpg" width="163" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Duh!!! I'm single.. so what?? and why do people nag and bug me by asking about the same old apocalypse story.. my disaster remains to be mine.. even if i want to forget things the people surrounding me would not let me to do so.. every f****** day they keep reminding of a story that I want to put behind me and simply get over it.. but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nahhh&lt;/span&gt;... I'm still trying.. its hard... but at least I'm trying.. but these people make things even more difficult for me.. and i know they mean well.. but let bygones be bygones.. it not like as if I'm Samantha or Isabella from Bewitched .. the minute i twitch my nose I'm not going to get things done.. i can't snap my fingers and catch a big fish!!! I'm only human.. a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;homosapien&lt;/span&gt; with normal feelings and issues.. &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;I'm f******tired of people asking me why the f*** I'm single.. I'm single cause I'm single la.. maybe its meant to be this way for me.. but these people can come up with weird things to thrash at me.. an old friend who is dear to me met up with me for coffee.. her bf joined her soon.. so two's a company three's a crowd.. she called me back after the get together and told me that her bf thinks the reason I'm single is because I need to lose weight.. and in order to catch a guy i have to do so.. Yeah... i when like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt;??? I'm hitting the gym for what the f*** then?? but what has my weight got to do with catching a bf?? its my health... and I'm not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fattttt&lt;/span&gt;... chubby maybe... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; i admit it I'm not the scrawny thin kinda gal yet I'm not fat nor am i slim... f***... but at least I'm doing my best to be in a better shape.. but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt; has this got to do with the other one.. that comment actually got into me.. and brought me down man... &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;What else?? you are not thin enough.. you are not fair enough... you are not rich enough... you are what else?????? I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;soooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; sick of listening to these people bitch and bitch and wonder about my status.. some even have the nerve to tell me that I'm single cause I'm choosy.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt;??? I was .. still am?? i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dono&lt;/span&gt; man... in love with a man with many many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;flawsssssss&lt;/span&gt; yet it didn't bother me cause i loved him.. if i went for looks or other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;criterion&lt;/span&gt; i wouldn't be in this f****** mess but i don't regret them simply cause i am who i am today because of my history.... so you bozo's out there get into your minds that there is more to a women than her weight .. height.. colour... race or even as lame as this may sound her accent... and the stereotyping women with larger bosom means she's got no brains is even pathetic and disgusting... &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;I'm sick of meeting immature people who cant even have decent conversation... and stop bugging me about my past... its gone... its never gonna come back... what is meant for me would be for me and whats not.. is simply not meant to be.. i hate fretting but hate it even more when people invade my space..... for once i want to meet people who appreciate the fact that I've got brains , morality and principles... i swear only when I'm really angry.. and trust me I'm really pissed now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6580809316792081814-9181657811722199599?l=shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/feeds/9181657811722199599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6580809316792081814&amp;postID=9181657811722199599&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/9181657811722199599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/9181657811722199599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/2007/03/real-women-have-curves-or-is-it.html' title='Real women have curves... or is it a confession of a fat person..'/><author><name>MissSHopaHolic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07304272574327412046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://blog.br.inter.net/blog/shopaholic&amp;life/blog.br.inter.net/images/shopaholic.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RglLNmo4FuI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zWgdNZNYTfI/s72-c/jim10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580809316792081814.post-7291260565208900829</id><published>2007-03-21T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T11:41:31.494-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>Morgan Fairchild vs  Bo Derek</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RgFw5Go4FRI/AAAAAAAAABM/Ul3WSRhDLJU/s1600-h/image2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044437183968580882" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 382px" height="363" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RgF1s2o4FUI/AAAAAAAAABk/tl6t5v6sK_g/s320/untitled.bmp" width="211" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RgF06Wo4FTI/AAAAAAAAABc/HCCYdGpjcFw/s1600-h/Bo-derek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044441603489928498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 361px" height="390" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RgF06Wo4FTI/AAAAAAAAABc/HCCYdGpjcFw/s320/Bo-derek.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Honestly I prefer MF so much better... she looks hot and I feel  she 's got more spunk.. BD on the other hand looks old and tired .. plus whenever I get to watch Fashion House I get more and more irritated with Derek.. and yupz though MF is kinda bitchy in FH I actually like her bitchiness.. she's got style man... and that laughter... wow.. very very villainous... Check out MF's  funky hats on that show.. very stylish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MF plays Sophia Blakely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BD plays Maria Gianni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Source:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/morgan_fairchild_fan/image2.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://www.geocities.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;morgan_fairchild_fan/image2.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.emigrant.ie/Alumni/MorganFairchild.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.emigrant.ie/Alumni/MorganFairchild.jpg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Bo-derek.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Bo-derek.jpg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.celebritywonder.com/cgi-bin/frame/redirect.cgi?boderek==http://www.superiorpics.com/bo_derek/pictures1.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.celebritywonder.com/cgi-bin/frame/redirect.cgi?boderek==http://www.superiorpics.com/bo_derek/pictures1.html&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6580809316792081814-7291260565208900829?l=shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7291260565208900829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6580809316792081814&amp;postID=7291260565208900829&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/7291260565208900829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/7291260565208900829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/2007/03/morgan-fairchild-vs-bo-derek.html' title='Morgan Fairchild vs  Bo Derek'/><author><name>MissSHopaHolic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07304272574327412046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://blog.br.inter.net/blog/shopaholic&amp;life/blog.br.inter.net/images/shopaholic.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RgFw5Go4FRI/AAAAAAAAABM/Ul3WSRhDLJU/s72-c/image2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580809316792081814.post-4606576440250303766</id><published>2007-03-21T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T07:22:26.312-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipe'/><title type='text'>Baked Havarti Chicken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RgE9_Go4FQI/AAAAAAAAABE/CSUU8EEVkpU/s1600-h/15571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044381211954779394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="254" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RgE9_Go4FQI/AAAAAAAAABE/CSUU8EEVkpU/s320/15571.jpg" width="140" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Original recipe yield:4 servings&lt;br /&gt;PREP TIME&lt;br /&gt;20 Min&lt;br /&gt;COOK TIME&lt;br /&gt;40 Min&lt;br /&gt;READY IN&lt;br /&gt;9 Hrs 30 Min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INGREDIENTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;4 boneless, skinless chicken breast halves&lt;br /&gt;1 (8 ounce) package sliced fresh mushrooms&lt;br /&gt;2 (4 ounce) cans whole green chili peppers, drained, and sliced lengthwise&lt;br /&gt;4 ounces sliced Havarti cheese with dill&lt;br /&gt;Italian dressing&lt;br /&gt;Greek seasoning (optional)&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon butter&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon white cooking wine&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon Worcestershire sauce&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon garlic salt&lt;br /&gt;salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DIRECTIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Preheat oven to 400 degrees F (200 degrees C).&lt;br /&gt;Marinate chicken in Italian Dressing and Greek Seasoning, if using, for a minimum of 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Place chicken in a 9 x 13 inch baking dish. Sprinkle top with additional Greek seasoning, if desired, and bake in preheated oven for approximately 25 minutes, or until no longer pink in center and juices run clear.&lt;br /&gt;Shortly before chicken is done, melt butter in a skillet over medium-high heat until bubbling. Pour in wine, Worcestershire sauce, and garlic salt, and bring to a boil. Stir in mushrooms. Reduce to a simmer, cover, and cook until mushrooms are tender, about 3 to 5 minutes. Adjust seasoning with salt as needed.&lt;br /&gt;Remove chicken from the oven. Lay green chili slices on top of each breast, then top each chili with a slice of cheese. Return to the oven until cheese has melted.&lt;br /&gt;Remove chicken from the oven, top with mushrooms and their pan juices, and serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;source: All Recipes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6580809316792081814-4606576440250303766?l=shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4606576440250303766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6580809316792081814&amp;postID=4606576440250303766&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/4606576440250303766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/4606576440250303766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/2007/03/baked-havarti-chicken.html' title='Baked Havarti Chicken'/><author><name>MissSHopaHolic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07304272574327412046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://blog.br.inter.net/blog/shopaholic&amp;life/blog.br.inter.net/images/shopaholic.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RgE9_Go4FQI/AAAAAAAAABE/CSUU8EEVkpU/s72-c/15571.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580809316792081814.post-7787727900409517773</id><published>2007-03-21T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T10:39:18.505-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Jackie O's Seduction Secrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RgE8uGo4FPI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9mcMmklez6c/s1600-h/bpjackie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044379820385375474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="298" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RgE8uGo4FPI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9mcMmklez6c/s320/bpjackie2.jpg" width="211" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The classy, no-fail way to pick up quality men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1. Use flaws to your advantage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;In an essay that won her a prestigious Vogue magazine prize, a young Jackie wrote, “I am…5'7”, with brown hair... and eyes so unfortunately far apart that it takes three weeks to have a pair of glasses made.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So.. if you're short .. don't whinge.. men like pixie looking women.. look at Rani Mukherjee she's hot.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Don't spook men needlessly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Although she was curious and well-read, a young Jackie opted to deflate her smarts around bachelors, feigning nervousness, for instance, about exams or her ability to finish coursework. In the same time don't act dumb or think men prefer dumb women.. what Jackie is trying to say is that you dont have to proove that you're Einstein's daughter to impress a man..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Speak softly (and carry good lipstick).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jackie made a concerted effort to temper her conversational voice sometime during college. She willed herself to speak sotto voce — typically drawing out the S in words like “yessssssss.” Gentlemen callers found the trait seductive; it also afforded her the kind of attention a conspiratorial whisper can conjure. Even as a young man, admirer Thomas Guinzburg (a college-age friend of Jackie's and later her boss at Viking) “found that pretty attractive.” Since this breathy technique compels a man to lean closer to hear you (thus bringing your mouth into greater focus), be sure to have your lips primed with a flattering — and preferably unflavored — color&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.Don't scoff at matchmaking.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.Jackie was by no means a fan of the practice, but it is how she and Jack got together&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Probably one of the biggest mistakes in her life.. watever happen to Judith Exner and Monroe?? Didn't Exner met Jack through Sinatra?? Looks like Jackie was not the only woman falling for that trap...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.Be detached, and tune out all “dating” shows&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jackie's father had firm opinions about how a woman should capture a man: “Play hard to get!” he'd admonish repeatedly. She took his advice seriously, preferring to exude nonchalance rather than commit quickly or easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Make him the epicenter of your universe — at least until dessert arrives&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Always appear intensely fascinated by the man you're with. Never look bored, never glance over his shoulder, and always draw him out with endless questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. When three's a crowd, make it four.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Remind a roaming man that he isn't the only one with outside love connections... yeah.. remind them that if they think they have a market we have one too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.Cozy up to the family kingpin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thanks mainly to her grandfather, Jackie knew how to handle older, powerful men — especially her father-in-law, Joe Kennedy, who favored her and her smart spunkiness over his other daughters-in-law.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;9.It isn't over until the altar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Practical to her core, Jackie had no qualms about keeping her options open during her first — yes, first — engagement, to John Husted in 1952. She went about town with, among others, a dreamy journalist who had been at the Washington Times-Herald. Was this good-girl behavior? Probably not. Did she follow her gut instincts, and eventually land a future president instead? You get the idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Get the book la..&lt;/strong&gt; and ya be yourself dont go on pretending .. he should love you for who you are..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Source: I Village , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Shelly Branch&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/6580809316792081814-7787727900409517773?l=shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7787727900409517773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6580809316792081814&amp;postID=7787727900409517773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/7787727900409517773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/7787727900409517773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/2007/03/jackie-os-seduction-secrets.html' title='Jackie O&apos;s Seduction Secrets'/><author><name>MissSHopaHolic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07304272574327412046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://blog.br.inter.net/blog/shopaholic&amp;life/blog.br.inter.net/images/shopaholic.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/RgE8uGo4FPI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9mcMmklez6c/s72-c/bpjackie2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580809316792081814.post-4651767456699266724</id><published>2007-03-19T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T09:30:23.309-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>Shop around the corner...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Malaysian's polite?? then you have not stepped your foot in Petaling Street.. I 've had my share of bad times there.. whilst doing my A'levels I had one of my many unfortunate experiences dealing with some creatures from that darn place .. the Cetak Rompak Cd guys will harrass you until you feel violated ,mind you they also made some pretty racist comments,despite the big sign board boldly stating that they will be fined if caught selling pirated items..they continue to do so.. typical Malaysians.. apart from that ,the hookers in PS are at every corner of the street..roaming freely..soliciting with their clients.. huh?? Indeed its Eye on Malaysia.. wait a minute dont they like have a Police station somewhere there?? nearby the gurduwara? There were times that I would literally cry knowing that when Sunday passes Monday would be college day... the very idea of stepping into that awful place gives me the creep.. to console myself  I let my imagination go wild.. I pretend that its the paleolithic era.. where people are weird and they idulge in engraving on stones and bones.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Many have the idea that things are cheap in PS... on the contrary its the complete opposite.. Life was cool cause I get to meet ostensible characters who claim that the bag that they carry is genuine GUCCi.. who you bluffing la??? The only other reason I go there nowadays is because of the cute book shop in Central Market. CM' claims to be the largest wet market in the city, its across the Klang river and opposite Dayabumi . You can get there by PUTRA Lrt or by any other public transport,opening hours are from 10am to 10 pm both weekdays and weekend. I love the book corner.. they have uncountable collection of good books.. from various authors.. be it Dan Brown,Sidney Sheldon or Sophie Kinsella.. believe it or not they have the old and new version of Mills and Boon.. plus magazines , local and international ones .. the owners are very polite and helpful.. Mom and I have been their regular customers for years.. and I plan to be one for a very long time.. and the idea of my children continuing the custom or the tradition gives me  the thrill.. well what about the price?? its a second hand bookstore.. they do have new ones but the cool part is you get to return them if you want to buy another .. therefore you dont have to fork up money everytime you need a new one..you sort of automatically have an account there.. though the shop is small.. it gives me a sense of belonging and comfort.. its more approachable than the larger book stores.. reminds me of the movie Shop Around the Corner.. (classical movie starring Margaret Sullavan and James Stewart) l.. its cute, quiet and romantic.. you guys should check it out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Located at:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jalan Hang Kasturi Tel: (03) 2274 9966. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6580809316792081814-4651767456699266724?l=shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4651767456699266724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6580809316792081814&amp;postID=4651767456699266724&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/4651767456699266724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/4651767456699266724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/2007/03/shop-around-corner.html' title='Shop around the corner...'/><author><name>MissSHopaHolic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07304272574327412046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://blog.br.inter.net/blog/shopaholic&amp;life/blog.br.inter.net/images/shopaholic.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580809316792081814.post-837537040707068312</id><published>2007-03-19T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T08:01:02.009-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>One  Art.. by Elizabeth Bishop</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;One Art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The art of losing isn't hard to master;&lt;br /&gt;so many things seem filled with the intent&lt;br /&gt;to be lost that their loss is no disaster.&lt;br /&gt;Lose something every day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Accept the fluster&lt;br /&gt;of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;The art of losing isn't hard to master.&lt;br /&gt;Then practice losing farther, losing faster:&lt;br /&gt;places, and names, and where it was you meant&lt;br /&gt;to travel. None of these will bring disaster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or&lt;br /&gt;next-to-last, of three loved houses went.&lt;br /&gt;The art of losing isn't hard to master.&lt;br /&gt;I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,&lt;br /&gt;some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.&lt;br /&gt;I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;---Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture&lt;br /&gt;I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident&lt;br /&gt;the art of losing's not too hard to master&lt;br /&gt;though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;This particular poem caught my attention while i was watching In her shoes..starring Cameron Diaz and Toni Collette.. Elizabeth writes about losing things.. as cynical as this may sound.. we do lose something almost every day..unknown to us.. Anonymous told me that normal people dont keep track of what they've lost .. but what they've gained.. but if you are so afraid of your own history how are you going to embrace your present and future life?? be it youth,love,opportunity,time or beauty.. Losing is hard..as much as we get use to the idea of losing.. it remains as something new to us.. and for once i wish i would stop losing .. but if we dont lose and dont make wrong choices in life how on earth are we going to learn to correct them? Honesty is what I need from another party.. You might be amazed at how much I can put up with".. what say you?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6580809316792081814-837537040707068312?l=shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/feeds/837537040707068312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6580809316792081814&amp;postID=837537040707068312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/837537040707068312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/837537040707068312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/2007/03/one-art-by-elizabeth-bishop.html' title='One  Art.. by Elizabeth Bishop'/><author><name>MissSHopaHolic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07304272574327412046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://blog.br.inter.net/blog/shopaholic&amp;life/blog.br.inter.net/images/shopaholic.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580809316792081814.post-7915734955627096719</id><published>2007-03-19T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T07:25:28.294-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>Top 10 Places wer you can shop till drop...or get broke..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mark your calendars people.. from &lt;strong&gt;16th june till the 2nd of September&lt;/strong&gt; our very own Mega SALE Carnival is gonna start.. almost 70% off..so save your money..these are the places that you should really check out... shopaholics countdown starts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1.Cats whiskers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;7-1, First Floor, Jalan Telawi 2, tel: 2282-7317) a very chic selection of clothes.. you can hang out for hours there and try &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;out as many clothes as you want... then you can chill out in No. 20 Jalan Telawi Tiga, Bangsar Baru Starbucks la,,,,,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2. Spade Klcc : Check out for all der cool bags ,( clutch,evening bag, and so on) dresses ( i like their bold prints) and and belts..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3. Momoe Midvalley - if u guys are into japanese street fashion..check out this outlet&lt;/span&gt; .. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i like their monkey caps and shoes.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;4. Calvin Klein JeansG083 Ground Floor midvalley- invest in a proper fitted jeans .. trust me its worth it.. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9FDO4V7_KY8/Rf5EGhiudpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gva27NF4qUc/s1600-h/P250.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For those who are lazy towalk aroud the mall... hit Metrojaya.. can be found in: One utama, Sogo, Midvalley and Subang Parade get SJP's new scent .. Lovely in the same time make sure you visit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;5. Somerset Bay- gives you the contemporary image,elegant,romantic.. and fabric is light.. plus i love the colours.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;6. East India-cool sophisticated clothes..warm colours .. if you are hunting for a nice top make sure you drop by this particular store..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;7. Nose/Vincci- they would probably have the most reasonable price ever at this time.. get your shoes at this time.. it will be cheaper than cheap??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;8. Isetan Kl- If i'm not mistaken the sale ended today.. dont worry folks it will start again.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ladies Shoes &amp;amp; Leather Goods Fair Date:9 ~ 20 Mar' 07 Venue:LOT 10 - Concourse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;both the Klcc one and LOt 10 are known for its sale... superb sale.. MNG.. Nicole..Soda..Levis Jeans... even der bags are superb.. i love the MNG bags..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;9.Jusco: Alpha Angle, 1 Utama, Taman Maluri (9th March till 1st of April)-and it will roll all over again during Mega sale...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Economical shopping...for those who couldnt be bothered with big labels try Cleef.,Sam,Arcadia and Chic Avenue&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;1. Mumbai Se- I wonder if they will have sale... i visited the one in BV2 and nearly died looking at the prices.. wah.. i thought Guess was cut throat.. this was even worse.. but their clothes were simply superb and elegant..trendiest designed outfits, if you guys really wanna buy stuffs from there carry at least 5k with you.. (in my dreams)or else do what i did.. window shop!!! Oh ya they have one in S'pore too... lolz.. double the price double the merrier..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6580809316792081814-7915734955627096719?l=shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7915734955627096719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6580809316792081814&amp;postID=7915734955627096719&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/7915734955627096719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/7915734955627096719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/2007/03/top-10-places-wer-you-can-shop-till.html' title='Top 10 Places wer you can shop till drop...or get broke..'/><author><name>MissSHopaHolic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07304272574327412046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://blog.br.inter.net/blog/shopaholic&amp;life/blog.br.inter.net/images/shopaholic.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580809316792081814.post-906064962436796616</id><published>2007-03-18T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T01:42:56.258-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Contradictions.. Lies.. and..Games..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Whoever who gave us the idea that fairy tales do come true basically lied.. like it or not people ,things have changed.. over the years the players change but the game remains the same.. forget about fairy tales.. movies like Jerry Mcguire with taglines like "You Complete Me" could only be something that a script writer can come up with.. and yet everyday before we go to bed we pray that tomorrow would indeed be a better day and eventually we are going to meet "THE ONE"... Yes people.. you got it right.. I'm single.. not diseasead..not miserable but simply annoyed about certain issues in regards of relationship.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There is no right person... many wait.. but eventually they end up being married to someone because they are obliged too,marriage based on compromise..or convenience .. papa and mama forced you to marry miss/mr freak... or simply because they need a companion...I dont blame them .. everyone has their own reasons and this reminds me of an incident during a confession period with a friend, I told her that I rather be alone than to be married to a jerk.. her reply was something that i could not beleive off.. she said do you want to watch soap operas.. eat popcorns and feed your dog biscuits while friends your age have babies?? I actually gave her opinion a serious thought.. being alone for 22 years of your life is bad enough can you imagine another century??And just sometimes loneliness may haunt you.. whilst they have someone who they can yack hours on the phone with there I am multitasking by sweating, cleaning up my make-up kit and watching ANTM... just as my thoughts began to see a different picture.. imagining myself in a nun's outfit and scrubbing the floor.. thats when my phone rang..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jane Doe told me all the jazz about another friends bad episode with her bf whom she's been dating for years.. he called her names and used foul language ,he attempted to hit her, nah wait a minute ... on second thoughts the actus reus was carried out .. i shuddered?? how on earth can they tolerate an abusive relationship?? the reason i used the word tolerate was because the same princess who cried assault and battery was seen holding hands with arse the following week... once again she might have had her own reasons to stay and its her prerogative but why stay with a guy who doesnt value your opinion nor does he has the least respect for you as a women?? ERm.. Women tend to hold on to the only thing that they have invested mostly in... love.. simply because time.. money.and their emotions has been involved.. and that happens to be the hardest thing to leave..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How can one be friends after the most humilliating episode in their life?? In the same time another nagging thought enters..we cant ignore not knowing whether the person is alive , is he doin ok or not ... and I realise that it's ok to care even if the other person is a jerk.. we continue being who we are.. but ultimately there is one thing that we have to face... FACT: MOve on... he/she was just not into you.. I believe in karma.. maybe we weren't meant to be.. Every second is important.. things have changed.. people have changed.. nowadays they even dare to tell you that you've been seconds late ...in regards of your existence intheir love life.. (meaning they are already in a relationship) aiks..?? wtf?? I mean some people believe that its all's fair in love and war.. I agree.. but only when you think that the battle is worth the risk.. and the person you are fighting for has proven that he/she deserves your acknowledgement.. . jangan tepuk sebelah tangan.. fact is 80 percent of the time is filled with EXCUSES...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and yes the whole process starts all over again.. learn how to heal.. believe.. and hope... dont plan anything.. follow the waves.. take things slowly.. perhaps there is something better for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Come on... we are sick of excuses.. its either you want to make it work... or you want out.. there is no such thing as I have to be with that particular person ... we always have choices in whatever we do.. its just that we limit ourselves by saying we dont have one.. people come and go into our lives.. and often we are placed second best to everything.. as soon as we realise that things arent going to change and move on.. thats when life is much simpler.. remember we aint no mystic soothhsayers who can telepathically decode other people's thoughts and emotions... LOve comes in a strange way.. and the art of failure is even stranger... maybe with love comes money?? maybe not.. maybe people are afraid of being alone?? maybe not.. it remains a secrecy.. think you can play the game right?? nah... you'll either end up losing with you butt up.. or picking up pieces from where you left for your entire life.. I watched Music and Lyrics on Valentines Day with my gal friends.. Drew Berrymore wore this gorgeous red dress.. and yup Hugh Grant's bon bon shaking was hilarious yet cute... POP!! The movie analyses people with complicated characters.. till the end Drew does not succeed in confronting the jerk who wrote a book about her.. but what the story teller is trying to convey is.. you dont necessarily have to do that.. sometimes.. it just doesnt matter.. a jerk will always be a jerk.. leopards dont change their spots.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Back in Convent.. when i use to pass by Starbucks there use to be this particular dude who sits there and stares at the ceiling for a very long time... now I realise that either dude was in a bad relationship or his MIL moved in with him.. I'm not saying relationships are bad.. I am saying that not all are worth the effort... And being single isn't that bad...Whereby I dont mind watching Grey's Anatomy .. stuffing my mouth with popcorn and feeding my dog .. Indeed doing this routine is 100 times better than being in a sour, ugly draggy relationship.. so single people cheer up...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6580809316792081814-906064962436796616?l=shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/feeds/906064962436796616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6580809316792081814&amp;postID=906064962436796616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/906064962436796616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6580809316792081814/posts/default/906064962436796616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shopaholiccorner.blogspot.com/2007/03/contradictions-lies-andgames.html' title='Contradictions.. 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