<?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-38049084474254826</id><updated>2012-02-17T05:00:32.308-08:00</updated><category term='RMIT'/><category term='Lakewood church'/><category term='funny'/><category term='books'/><category term='showgrounds'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='desensitize'/><category term='mocha'/><category term='bankai'/><category term='uncertainty'/><category term='16th of April'/><category term='freedom'/><category term='assignments'/><category term='NBA'/><category term='library'/><category term='truth'/><category term='smile'/><category term='obsession'/><category term='laundry'/><category 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term='Vince'/><category term='misunderstood'/><category term='week'/><category term='pitella'/><category term='boyfriend'/><category term='Orlando'/><category term='international students'/><category term='sketches'/><category term='status'/><category term='change'/><category term='Cross Culture'/><category term='tag'/><category term='romantic pink'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='Keiran'/><category term='couch'/><category term='creativity'/><category term='birthdays'/><category term='pointless'/><category term='iced coffee'/><category term='mini laptops'/><category term='survey'/><category term='nightmares'/><category term='peer pressure'/><category term='planes'/><category term='inevitability'/><category term='rustic'/><category term='bleach'/><category term='pricks'/><category term='days'/><category term='worry'/><category term='woven'/><category term='high distinction'/><category term='feeling'/><category term='women'/><category term='exam'/><category term='AWOL'/><category term='acceptance'/><category term='photography'/><category term='music'/><category term='penny arcade'/><category term='sydney tower'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='daughters'/><category term='life'/><category term='web comics'/><category term='the scarlett room'/><category term='Hellsing'/><category term='mason jars. flowers'/><category term='cinderella'/><category term='John Romero'/><category term='childbirth'/><category term='carnival'/><category term='log'/><category term='MPSC'/><category term='joke'/><category term='anime'/><category term='men'/><category term='yellow'/><category term='attitudes'/><category term='fathers'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>My thoughts about life.</title><subtitle type='html'>indecisiveness is my thing.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-4297871061367364242</id><published>2011-06-20T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T05:51:45.403-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uncertainty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>I wish individuals could show what they truly feel....</title><content type='html'>.......instead of having to waste time wondering, guessing (wrongly) and imagining the worst thing possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe that's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38049084474254826-4297871061367364242?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/4297871061367364242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=4297871061367364242' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/4297871061367364242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/4297871061367364242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-wish-individuals-could-show-what-they.html' title='I wish individuals could show what they truly feel....'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-4231049364447986162</id><published>2011-06-15T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T05:43:19.553-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>is romance dead?</title><content type='html'>Do the hopeless romantics of the world hold no chance of gaining a beautiful love story in the end? Is chivalry really dead?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me get this straight, yes I know that&amp;nbsp;fairy tales&amp;nbsp;are not true. No one truly has a happy ending like shown in the Disney movies. We sometimes have to kiss a few frogs to get our prince and sometimes we don't get one at all! But it shouldn't stop us ladies from wanting the romantic story. I mean, where is the harm in that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personally, I like my men&amp;nbsp;chivalrous. Men who opens the door, men who gives up their seat for an old lady and even the simple things like a man calling you "beautiful" rather than "hot". Fast forward to the 21st century men, nowadays, prefer to scratch their scrotum instead of giving a lovely foot massage or booty calls instead of goodnight wishes....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look I'm not asking for much guys. Sometimes it's not that bad to show your love to women. It's not just about money or the right restaurant but importantly, the experience! That feeling when anything in the world can happen. For women, it's having that something that we will always remember when you forget an anniversary or when you fight. Knowing that you are willing to do anything, even if for a second you have to make a fool of yourself, that's enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All we want is to love and be loved.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Di.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38049084474254826-4231049364447986162?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/4231049364447986162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=4231049364447986162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/4231049364447986162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/4231049364447986162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2011/06/is-romance-dead.html' title='is romance dead?'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-8426169229812136569</id><published>2011-06-12T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T16:14:25.683-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>"Tears in the morning are rarely a good thing.."</title><content type='html'>it's hard being close to someone with a life you know you can never have. freedom that you could never feel.&lt;br /&gt;such is the story of my little life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38049084474254826-8426169229812136569?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/8426169229812136569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=8426169229812136569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/8426169229812136569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/8426169229812136569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2011/06/tears-in-morning-are-rarely-good-thing.html' title='&quot;Tears in the morning are rarely a good thing..&quot;'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-2515249533409988757</id><published>2011-06-12T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T08:35:09.909-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acceptance'/><title type='text'>Gotta put thoughts into words....</title><content type='html'>....or else I won't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic for tonight: Is being normal really &lt;i&gt;overrated&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not all that great to be normal. I have noticed over the past year or so, people classed as 'normal' usually behave similarly. They dress alike, look alike and would have the same personality, likes and dislikes. To take it a step further society has a way of dictating what is 'normal' and quite frankly I find that distasteful. WE call ourselves a democratic country yet we are run with dictatorship-like rules and even more, communism rules. This may sound over-the-top and i am not saying that there is something wrong with our government cause believe me, I would be the LAST person to know if there was but from what I can see is that you have to look a certain way and act a certain way in order to be accepted in society, as much as we try to fight this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the rebellious actions we take towards the conformity of society, I find it quite hard to act like me and can sometimes feel isolated from the world. The more I try to be different, the less I am accepted. It's not bad to want to be liked by people and it's also not wrong to try and be something different yet I feel that being just like everyone else outweighs being yourself. It shouldn't be that way. No way! We should be able to be ourselves to no limit and no conditions. However, no matter how secure you are with yourself there will always be that time when you pretend to be someone else in order to be a part of the group. Does that make you a bad person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't want to be like everyone else! I'm a weird person with different tastes. I don't like the same things as what people around me like. Sometimes people just baffle me. But because of this I find it hard to communicate with others, to open up my true self. I have been hurt before due to this and that's an experience I never want to feel again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So should we overestimate the merits of being normal? Is it really possible to be different and still be accepted? Not only for a specific period of time or 15 minutes. Like truly accepted unconditionally?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warts and all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38049084474254826-2515249533409988757?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/2515249533409988757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=2515249533409988757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/2515249533409988757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/2515249533409988757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2011/06/gotta-put-thoughts-into-words.html' title='Gotta put thoughts into words....'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-2246286561381385265</id><published>2011-04-11T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T18:00:44.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quote.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;It's a quarter after one,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;I'm all alone a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;nd I need you now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Said I wouldn't call b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;ut I've lost all control a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;nd I need you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;-Lady Antebellum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38049084474254826-2246286561381385265?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/2246286561381385265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=2246286561381385265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/2246286561381385265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/2246286561381385265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2011/04/quote.html' title='quote.'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-3806485948583185990</id><published>2011-03-17T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T20:26:59.463-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romantic pink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yellow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rustic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mason jars. flowers'/><title type='text'>"these are a few of my favourite things"</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to show you a beautiful wedding colour scheme. I was absolutely inspired by the wedding/photography blogs that I've been reading lately. Currently trying to re-create some of these in my room to get that rustic/romantic feel :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: I don't recall where I got all these pictures since it was in the wee hours in the morning when i read the blogs so if I have used your picture please let me know so I can source you. Merci!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-I3NX66HUKIM/TYLQ8Gw3bRI/AAAAAAAAANc/XngHUTURl_I/s1600/collage+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-I3NX66HUKIM/TYLQ8Gw3bRI/AAAAAAAAANc/XngHUTURl_I/s1600/collage+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Di.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_2019683413"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_2019683414"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38049084474254826-3806485948583185990?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/3806485948583185990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=3806485948583185990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/3806485948583185990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/3806485948583185990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2011/03/these-are-few-of-my-favourite-things.html' title='&quot;these are a few of my favourite things&quot;'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-I3NX66HUKIM/TYLQ8Gw3bRI/AAAAAAAAANc/XngHUTURl_I/s72-c/collage+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-7016319052160332530</id><published>2011-03-12T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T04:53:18.061-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desensitize'/><title type='text'>"...so that nothing of everything will remind me of YOU"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It just caught up to me. That feeling when I know I'm pushing too hard. That feeling when I know I am in danger of losing something I care for. I've never thought I'd be the one to do this. For once I feel deep hatred for what I have become- this person I never thought I was capable of becoming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It hurts knowing that I have turned into this monster.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;There is only one thing I know I can do to save this.. and is to just give us space. Give me time to desensitize myself of you so that I don't hurt anyone anymore. So that I don't hate myself anymore. So that you won't hate me in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Sometimes I wish I could just end this just so I can't hurt you anymore than what I have. To just distance myself as far away from you &lt;i&gt;so that nothing of everything will remind me of you&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I don't know if you would call this selfishness but so be it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Di.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38049084474254826-7016319052160332530?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/7016319052160332530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=7016319052160332530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/7016319052160332530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/7016319052160332530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-that-nothing-of-everything-will.html' title='&quot;...so that nothing of everything will remind me of YOU&quot;'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-9007168210162978716</id><published>2011-02-24T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T21:36:44.114-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carnival'/><title type='text'>Carnival-themed wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So I woke up pretty early today and I decided to look up whether Melbourne has carnivals around this time of year. It's always been a dream of mine to go to one those American carnivals, ride a carousel and eat toffee apples. Anyway, here I was searching for carnivals and I came across this carnival-themed wedding (I know right?) from&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://greenweddingshoes.com/"&gt;Green Wedding Shoes&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;courtesy of photographer,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.jamiehammondphotography.com/blog/"&gt;Jamie Hammond&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MTjlSWlz0uo/TWcyZ_K5cDI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Aszbs5wzXKs/s1600/carnival_07.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MTjlSWlz0uo/TWcyZ_K5cDI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Aszbs5wzXKs/s640/carnival_07.jpg" width="571" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;image via&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.jamiehammondphotography.com/blog/"&gt;Jamie Hammond Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This is the first picture I saw on the website and just fell in love with it (actually it's the candy I want). I love the colour scheme- aqua, red, yellow and white. And throughout the wedding that's all the colours she uses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kvvq25u_H8c/TWc1_OmXUaI/AAAAAAAAAMo/JOgp0lDWEsM/s1600/carnival_02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kvvq25u_H8c/TWc1_OmXUaI/AAAAAAAAAMo/JOgp0lDWEsM/s640/carnival_02.jpg" width="494" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;image via&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.jamiehammondphotography.com/blog/"&gt;Jamie Hammond Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Look at the bride's hair. I've been trying to re-create this to no avail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I LOVE LOVE LOVE the centerpieces!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tcJNCsc5Q6A/TWc2nz4njpI/AAAAAAAAAMs/pjOqsjP5xM8/s1600/carnival_06+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tcJNCsc5Q6A/TWc2nz4njpI/AAAAAAAAAMs/pjOqsjP5xM8/s640/carnival_06+%25281%2529.jpg" width="494" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;image via&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.jamiehammondphotography.com/blog/"&gt;Jamie Hammond Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It just goes to show that weddings aren't all traditional, you just gotta put in a bit of creativity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Inspired,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Di.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/38049084474254826-9007168210162978716?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/9007168210162978716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=9007168210162978716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/9007168210162978716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/9007168210162978716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2011/02/carnival-themed-wedding.html' title='Carnival-themed wedding'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MTjlSWlz0uo/TWcyZ_K5cDI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Aszbs5wzXKs/s72-c/carnival_07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-693335709652182879</id><published>2011-02-23T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T02:36:55.461-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misunderstood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='definition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost in translation'/><title type='text'>Definition</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;mis·un·der·stand&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim" style="line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="pron" style="display: inline; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;mis-uhn-der-&lt;span class="boldface" style="font-weight: 700; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="boldface" style="line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim" style="line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim" style="line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="pg" style="display: inline; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 3px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" style="line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="cursor: default; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;"&gt;–verb&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;"&gt;(used&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;"&gt;object),&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="secondary-bf" style="display: inline; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;"&gt;-stood,&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="secondary-bf" style="display: inline; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;"&gt;-stand·ing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent" style="background-color: white; display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="dnindex" style="display: block; float: left; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; width: 28px;"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" style="line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="dndata" style="line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 37px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" style="line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;"&gt;take&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;"&gt;(words,&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;"&gt;statements,&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;"&gt;etc.)&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;"&gt;sense;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;"&gt;understand&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;"&gt;wrongly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent" style="background-color: white; display: block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="dnindex" style="display: block; float: left; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; width: 28px;"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" style="line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="dndata" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 37px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" style="line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;"&gt;fail&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;"&gt;understand&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;"&gt;interpret&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;"&gt;rightly&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" style="line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;"&gt;words&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;"&gt;behavior&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;"&gt;of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;synonyms&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; misconstrue, misapprehend, misinterpret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Just something I have been pondering on for the past few days. It's one of those days that everything that comes out of my mouth has been taken the wrong way. Words have a way of complicating life. I can't blame them since one thing can be said in many different ways and to pick how you want to say it is the challenge. I just don't get why we can't just say what we mean instead of all this sugar-coating business. Saves us all the problems and frustrations so that we can just get on with life. We all speak a common language so why don't we use it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"My Japanese is getting better. We started speaking in English."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Bob Harris (from Lost in Translation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Di.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38049084474254826-693335709652182879?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/693335709652182879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=693335709652182879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/693335709652182879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/693335709652182879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2011/02/definition.html' title='Definition'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-3900131429951691239</id><published>2011-02-22T02:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T03:17:55.456-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web comics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nerds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='penny arcade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Romero'/><title type='text'>Penny Arcade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OPnHfYfg7_E/TWOMOoF6e-I/AAAAAAAAAL4/-CZDnd7hqE8/s1600/1134132281_DztUi-L.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OPnHfYfg7_E/TWOMOoF6e-I/AAAAAAAAAL4/-CZDnd7hqE8/s640/1134132281_DztUi-L.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AX5j_Ahzpmo/TWOMTvhcQtI/AAAAAAAAAL8/1I9iCAK5Ipc/s1600/214678033_779HK-L-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="328" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AX5j_Ahzpmo/TWOMTvhcQtI/AAAAAAAAAL8/1I9iCAK5Ipc/s640/214678033_779HK-L-2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-17CghvqrIDU/TWOMX6KqkhI/AAAAAAAAAMA/P7m13lP7y0c/s1600/19990217h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-17CghvqrIDU/TWOMX6KqkhI/AAAAAAAAAMA/P7m13lP7y0c/s1600/19990217h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;images via&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.penny-arcade.com/comic/2010/12/22/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.penny-arcade.com/comic/1999/7/14/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.penny-arcade.com/comic/1999/2/17/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I was looking for something to read and I asked my sister for suggestions. She mentioned a web comic that we both followed and for some reason it reminded me of another comic called&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://pennyarcade.com/"&gt;Penny Arcade&lt;/a&gt;. Now, I warn you readers if nerdy/gamer kind of humour isn't your cup of tea then stop reading. This web comic started in the late 90s (1999) and are about Gabe and Tycho who are the alter egos of their creators, Mike Krahulik and Jerry Holkins respectively. Most of their stories involves video game-related events and is mixed with direct and/or subtle insults. I especially love their multiple references of John Romero (if you don't know who he is you must live under a rock). However, Penny Arcade is not just about shooting games, SONY, zombies and etc.. but also manages involve a slice of reality into some strips like the ones above. Krahulik proposes to his now wife, Sara, in the last image.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;All I can say is that nerds are romantics as well... :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Di.&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/38049084474254826-3900131429951691239?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/3900131429951691239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=3900131429951691239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/3900131429951691239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/3900131429951691239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2011/02/penny-arcade.html' title='Penny Arcade'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OPnHfYfg7_E/TWOMOoF6e-I/AAAAAAAAAL4/-CZDnd7hqE8/s72-c/1134132281_DztUi-L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-3164734565509570720</id><published>2011-02-21T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T05:14:53.855-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bracelet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Honestly...wtf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diy'/><title type='text'>DIY: woven chain bracelet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;images via Aurelie Bidermann&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.net-a-porter.com/product/107296"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &lt;a href="http://www.kirnazabete.com/designers/aurelie-bidermann/do-brazil-necklace-2"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This is what I came across while late night fashion blog surfin' and it's by &lt;a href="http://www.aureliebidermann.com/"&gt;Aurelie Bidermann&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It's girly, fun and easy to do (follow the link). You only need bobby pins, embroidery threads, curb link bracelets (from&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.americanapparel.com/index.html"&gt;American Apparel&lt;/a&gt;) and scissors to create this. I love the use of pastel and vibrant colours all in one bracelet. It's not something you see everyday. Definitely in my to-do list this summer before uni starts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Di.&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/38049084474254826-3164734565509570720?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/3164734565509570720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=3164734565509570720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/3164734565509570720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/3164734565509570720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2011/02/diy-woven-chain-bracelet.html' title='DIY: woven chain bracelet'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NyLDgrVgqUg/TWJgM9PyUTI/AAAAAAAAALQ/72VL5u5PSA4/s72-c/wovenbracelet2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-2840936608788405405</id><published>2011-02-21T03:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T03:37:52.511-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the scarlett room'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sugar and blush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song of style'/><title type='text'>fashion bloggers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VXrUfG5RZzQ/TWIODyjVNaI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ad-lAT1anYg/s1600/5141195489_68502a9886_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VXrUfG5RZzQ/TWIODyjVNaI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ad-lAT1anYg/s640/5141195489_68502a9886_o.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lna64ujofsA/TWIOKgMnz3I/AAAAAAAAAKw/hb65zQsCGmk/s1600/5141195057_746994df76_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lna64ujofsA/TWIOKgMnz3I/AAAAAAAAAKw/hb65zQsCGmk/s640/5141195057_746994df76_o.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9F6oS0eVN64/TWIOyKqLLKI/AAAAAAAAAK4/BWJ6yIzFu54/s1600/5141801176_e7fe448bcd_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9F6oS0eVN64/TWIOyKqLLKI/AAAAAAAAAK4/BWJ6yIzFu54/s640/5141801176_e7fe448bcd_o.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;images via&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://songofstyle.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2010-11-10T00:00:00-08:00&amp;amp;max-results=6"&gt;Aimee Song (Song of Style)&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d0JgwhSpa5I/TWIPFynu3hI/AAAAAAAAALA/BBN6_Ltb4Sc/s1600/4803678399_01196469b2_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Since I've started this blog about 3 years ago I discovered the world of fashion blogging. The first website I followed is called&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://sugarandblushfashion.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sugar and Blush&lt;/a&gt;. She's a Melbournian and a marketing graduate turned fashion student. I love how she is able to create an outfit that is affordable and I guess easy to copy (for amateurs such as myself). The last two images are from her blog. Absolutely love the outfit in the first image and that red lipstick- I sometimes wish I have that kind of&amp;nbsp;complexion to pull that colour off.&amp;nbsp;And that yellow/tan coloured shorts and white wedges in the second image is cute. Reminds me of Kingdom Hearts :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Today I started following another blog called&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://songofstyle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Songs of Style&lt;/a&gt;. She's from the US and she is absolutely stylish although I do dislike all the faux fur featured in there. The first three images are from her blog and I really adore that first one (with a longer skirt though). I may have to remake that and of course, with my university student budget, that may be limited. I&amp;nbsp;love the use of yellow checks and purple leather jacket in the second picture along with the greys. Never thought of those colours mixing well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A food for thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Di.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38049084474254826-2840936608788405405?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/2840936608788405405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=2840936608788405405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/2840936608788405405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/2840936608788405405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2011/02/fashion-bloggers.html' title='fashion bloggers'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VXrUfG5RZzQ/TWIODyjVNaI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ad-lAT1anYg/s72-c/5141195489_68502a9886_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-5487117487872575569</id><published>2011-02-20T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T05:19:38.518-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hellsing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni'/><title type='text'>(almost) midnight blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Just one of those nights when you can't sleep (or won't). I guess I've been pretty slack with keeping my blog updated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So my promise to you is to update at least once every month (just to keep me sane).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Here goes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So I've started watching Hellsing (anime) again. Has anyone noticed how such a gruesome, gut-wrenching, hard core anime has such a corny country/pop closing theme? I mean here you are watching a terrifying vampire-sucking-the-victim's-blood scene and then it just cuts to this American dude singing a love song? .....fail. Nevertheless it's a good anime and I recommend you watch it just for the sake of watching it. Meh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;On a more serious note, uni starts in a week. I'm quite nervous because I got into higher ed and from what I hear it is harder than tafe. I guess it's goodbye life (not that I had one) and hello carpel tunnel. Jokes! I am looking forward to it though and I was able to keep my long weekend like before. All that is needed is a job to keep those days occupied and the wallet full. Can you help, bloggers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;That's it for tonight/today and I shall leave you with this....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S70krAJ09fk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S70krAJ09fk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38049084474254826-5487117487872575569?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/5487117487872575569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=5487117487872575569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/5487117487872575569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/5487117487872575569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2011/02/almost-midnight-blogging.html' title='(almost) midnight blogging'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-6836900377575580328</id><published>2010-05-07T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T04:47:15.408-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inevitability'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peer pressure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><title type='text'>6 months later..</title><content type='html'>haha. talk about peer pressure again. well here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has changed over the last 6 months. Some for the worst and some for the better. But I believe there will be even more changes to come and quite frankly, I'm not ready just quite yet. However, it is inevitable for this to happen and unfortunately it will. It is up to ourselves to make the best of it as it comes and heads our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A food for thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38049084474254826-6836900377575580328?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/6836900377575580328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=6836900377575580328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/6836900377575580328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/6836900377575580328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2010/05/6-months-later.html' title='6 months later..'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-3882809352124354411</id><published>2009-11-11T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T18:23:53.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a word right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;melancholy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (mel-&lt;em&gt;uh&lt;/em&gt;n-kol-ee), &lt;em&gt;noun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sober thoughtfulness; pensive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;nostalgia&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (no-stal-j&lt;em&gt;uh&lt;/em&gt;, -jee-&lt;em&gt;uh&lt;/em&gt;), &lt;em&gt;noun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- a wistful desire to return in thought or in fact to a former time in one's life, to one's home, or to one's family or friends; a sentimental yearning for the happiness of a former place or time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I looked through photos of my old high school's (in New Zealand) last day in school I wonder what am I doing here when I should have been there? I can't help but wish I was there. I guess I missed my chance in making those memories with them huh? sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just a word right? RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dianne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38049084474254826-3882809352124354411?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/3882809352124354411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=3882809352124354411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/3882809352124354411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/3882809352124354411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-word-right.html' title='just a word right?'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-6040755442684486409</id><published>2009-11-06T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T02:04:14.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a love letter</title><content type='html'>Taken from the book, "&lt;em&gt;Love letters of Great Men&lt;/em&gt;". It is a compilation of love letters from great men of history. Here's my favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The third letter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good morning, on July 7&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Though still in bed, my thoughts go out to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Immortal Beloved, now and then&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joyfully, then sadly, waiting to learn whether or not fate will hear us-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can live only wholly with you or not at all-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, unhappily it must be so-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You will be the more contained since you know my fidelity to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one else can ever possess my heart- never, never-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh God, why must one be parted from one whom one so loves.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And yet my life in V is now a wretched life- &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;our love makes me at once the happiest and the unhappiest of men-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At my age I need a steady, quiet life- can that be so in our connection?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My angel, I have just been told that the mailcoach goes every day-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;therefore I must close at once so that you may receive the letter at once-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be calm, only by a calm consideration of our existence can we achieve our purose to live together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be calm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What tearful longings for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Farewell.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh continue to love me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ever thine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ever mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ever ours"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-LUDWIG van Beethoven&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38049084474254826-6040755442684486409?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/6040755442684486409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=6040755442684486409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/6040755442684486409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/6040755442684486409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-letter.html' title='a love letter'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-154802916619619921</id><published>2009-09-02T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T04:15:22.323-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='showgrounds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosplay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manifest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Manifest.</title><content type='html'>This post is long overdue. So I better get started. I'll start with background information:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE: Melbourne Showgrounds&lt;br /&gt;WHEN: 23rd of August, Sunday&lt;br /&gt;WHAT: Manifest (anime festival)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. This was the day. This was MY day. MY day to be free, to be who I want to be without criticisms from others, to be with my own kind, to share jokes that only WE understand and many others. It was my 2nd year attending Manifest and they have outdone themselves this time. Bigger venue, a variety of events as well as a more organized registration process (took about 5 mins for me to get in).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/Sp5Kr2bzPVI/AAAAAAAAAI4/xR-fwNz6TD8/s1600-h/5654_242189125374_551275374_8394087_7169455_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO what really went on inside Manifest (in bullet point form):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;arrived around 8:30-9ish. lined up for about 5 mins.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;first stop, THE TRADES!! had to wait for a while because they weren't open yet. AS IF!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;while waiting i came across this dude below. He and his group were doing the &lt;em&gt;Hare Hare Yukai dance &lt;/em&gt;which may be a coincidence since he's dressed up as Haruhi Suzumiya LAWL. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ps.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;guys dressed up as school girls are common in these kind of events. Don't panic. pps. there's also a video somewhere.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/Sp5Kr2bzPVI/AAAAAAAAAI4/xR-fwNz6TD8/s1600-h/5654_242189125374_551275374_8394087_7169455_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376817122333900114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/Sp5Kr2bzPVI/AAAAAAAAAI4/xR-fwNz6TD8/s200/5654_242189125374_551275374_8394087_7169455_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the merchandise sold there was a bit disappointing. It was the same stuff as last year. badges, hats, phone lanyards etc. The highest point of the merchandise was the customised Manifest hoodies and tees. Bought 2 large hoodies and a black tee (don't ask about the size).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/Sp5KzryUXVI/AAAAAAAAAJA/GiTGhXjgNeU/s1600-h/5654_241750365374_551275374_8383213_2391778_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376817256914509138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/Sp5KzryUXVI/AAAAAAAAAJA/GiTGhXjgNeU/s200/5654_241750365374_551275374_8383213_2391778_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;after that, off we went to the anime idol and the cosplay contest. cosplay is a mixture of the words '&lt;em&gt;costume&lt;/em&gt;' and '&lt;em&gt;play&lt;/em&gt;'. that was quite interesting and also funny. you'd think, of all the anime characters that they could have dressed up as- they chose those ones. -shrugs- there were a lot of creativity in the costumes and also a  whole heap of attitude. as if -rolls eyes-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;we only got up to the singles cosplay contest because it was already late. awh. but nevertheless I had fun and I cannot wait for &lt;u&gt;Manifest 2010: magic vs. mecha&lt;/u&gt;!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;that is all. harhar!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/Sp5K6Me4uMI/AAAAAAAAAJI/mERaK3s-v0s/s1600-h/5654_241735560374_551275374_8382500_2598792_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376817368770590914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/Sp5K6Me4uMI/AAAAAAAAAJI/mERaK3s-v0s/s200/5654_241735560374_551275374_8382500_2598792_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Dianne&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38049084474254826-154802916619619921?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/154802916619619921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=154802916619619921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/154802916619619921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/154802916619619921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2009/09/manifest.html' title='Manifest.'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/Sp5Kr2bzPVI/AAAAAAAAAI4/xR-fwNz6TD8/s72-c/5654_242189125374_551275374_8394087_7169455_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-8491185751320844987</id><published>2009-09-01T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T05:26:55.568-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>if i didn't care.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;If I didn't care more than words can say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I didn't care would I feel this way?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If this isn't love then why do I thrill?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And what makes my head go 'round and 'round&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;While my heart stands still?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I didn't care would it be the same?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would my every prayer begin and end with just your name?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And would I be sure that this is love beyond compare?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would all this be true if I didn't care for you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I didn't care would it be the same?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would my every prayer begin and end with just your name?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And would I be sure that this is love beyond compare?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would all this be true if I didn't care for you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NB: that's taken from the movie, &lt;em&gt;'Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day&lt;/em&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that song made me think, if only i didn't care. if only i didn't care too much. if only i didn't care at all. maybe then i wouldn't have been in this situation. maybe then i wouldn't be feeling this way. yet again, i have to decide whether this may be the right thing to do. to just &lt;em&gt;forget&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have told many that i have no more feelings for this person. i have told many that it is all over. but little did i know that those exact words were a lie--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what? scratch all of that. alright you might be wondering, why the change of heart? well in connect group today we talked about the word 'worry'. why do we worry? what are the reasons why we do? and so on.. and it helped me a lot with this situation i am in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should just stop worrying about this. just leave it up to that big guy up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's my two cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dianne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i know it's not written well there but i don't know how to explain it even more :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38049084474254826-8491185751320844987?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/8491185751320844987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=8491185751320844987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/8491185751320844987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/8491185751320844987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-i-didnt-care.html' title='if i didn&apos;t care.'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-7246001167901865341</id><published>2009-08-02T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T04:43:52.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on the fence.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;torn between two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;undecisiveness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it's funny actually how this came to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One minute I thought I knew what I had to do but now I'm not too sure anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It started as a start of something new and different but now I'm not too sure anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;These thoughts were (still are) my constant companions throughout the past couple of weeks. It didn't really affect me much but it has developed into something so confusing that I had to finally stop and confront it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yet again I have placed myself in the same situation, the same one two-three months ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What do I do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Undecided,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dianne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38049084474254826-7246001167901865341?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/7246001167901865341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=7246001167901865341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/7246001167901865341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/7246001167901865341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-fence.html' title='on the fence.'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-3588564804893033251</id><published>2009-07-21T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T05:35:15.999-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='priorities'/><title type='text'>setting my priorities straight.</title><content type='html'>as the title says. In the past couple of days I have found that I need to set my priorities straight again. Before everything went wrong I knew what I was supposed to do. Finish high school, get a good ENTER score, get my degree in business/nursing etc, find a great job that pays well enough, buy my own house and then have a family. Nothing more, nothing less and that has always been my goal. But as most of you already know, some plan just does not work out the way we want it to. Yes I did manage to finish high school but I did not get the ENTER score I needed for my course. Those were the darkest times of my life. But by the grace of God I was offered a second chance and I did get into Marketing TAFE (and will proceed into higher ed after this).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you may be asking what's my point here? Well it has always been set out that this is going to be my life. NO distractions whatsoever. But I guess circumstances do change and so does priorities. A couple of months ago I had the pleasure of meeting a man who took me on a journey far different from what I had read in my books and far different from what I had imagined, living in my sheltered life. It was great and it was real (as they usually do at the start). Somehow he managed to sneak into my life and once he was there, I just got used to it. My eyes would just somehow find him all the way to the other side of the room. I was sensitive to where he was all the time AND he was constantly on my mind. Drove me insane I tell you! Those were the good times and I can't say I regret meeting him because I don't. I really don't. But that's what made it harder to let go. It would have been easier to regret what I did so that I can convince myself that it was not worth all those time and effort invested on this guy. Sadly, I can't bring myself to say that, so my circumstances are even more harder than should have been originally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most fairytales, it does come to an end. It is easier to live in that stage of the 'courtship' where one still gets butterflies upon seeing each other, where everything is fresh and new. It's all well and good but my theory is that if a couple stays in that stage for a longer period than necessary, they would find that what they have may turn sour. And I think that's what happened to mine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I think about it it was truly a sad way to end things (or NOT to end, in my perspective). Many have asked me what happened and I just had no way of answering them. Was it the lack of communication in our parts? I don't know. But what I do know is that I'm tired of always trying. Of always waiting. Of always thinking what you're thinking. I'm tired of taking the initiative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get to your point, Dianne...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..yes. Well being the optimistic person that I am (not!) there is no use crying over spilled milk. That's not entirely true because there were tears sacrificed in this endeavour :) It was only last sunday when I truly realised the weight of the situation I'm in and at the moment, it's not good for me. But I need to learn to move on and I need to set out my priorities once again. Because if I don't... It's too soon for me to have a breakdown. And that's not helpful in my current status. &lt;u&gt;I CANNOT AFFORD TO BREAKDOWN AND CRY NOW!&lt;/u&gt; Nor will I do so. When I have a more relaxed schedule then I will properly mourn (m&amp;amp;ms and a whole lot of romantic movies) what has happened between us. So here are my priorities for this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;finish Tafe and get into Higher Ed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;become a better person.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to put more effort on the things that I am doing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;value friendships even more than beofre.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;and so on and so forth.... There are many more but these here are my top four. And trust me, I will become a better person and a stronger one as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NB: just incase there are some who are wondering... these are all out of my perspective. I have not asked the guy what is his insight on this whole affair. I don't even know when I'll be able to talk to him again!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But in any case, &lt;em&gt;I will learn to set these priorities first.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will stick to these from now on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need to learn to desensitize myself of you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need to stop finding you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need to stop looking over my shoulder, wishing that you were there. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will stop.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need to stop in order to live my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And one day I wish I could look straight into your eyes without thinking of the &lt;em&gt;'what ifs&lt;/em&gt;' and the &lt;em&gt;'what could have been'&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dianne&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38049084474254826-3588564804893033251?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/3588564804893033251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=3588564804893033251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/3588564804893033251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/3588564804893033251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2009/07/setting-my-priorities-straight.html' title='setting my priorities straight.'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-7598552131419159266</id><published>2009-07-17T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T06:43:59.830-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attitudes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childbirth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><title type='text'>why men have it better than us. (woman's perspective)</title><content type='html'>It was about time that I had my say on this particular topic so listen good blokes. This little chick is going on a rant spreeeee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Reasons why men have it better than women&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(not in any particular order)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Childbirth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- first and foremost, childbirth. That should have been enough to win this arguement but a few more reasons won't hurt. Until you have experienced the pains of childbirth, you have had it easy! (Disclaimer: I myself have not given birth BUT my mother has reminded me countless of times on the 10 hour birthing process that she had to endure with me. poo.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the time of the month&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- men don't get this. We have this special day EVERY month where pain is inflicted on us (not intentionally) but it is necessary for those who wants to give birth. I'm sure you all learned about this in school. But the sad part of this is that we do not choose for this to happen to us. Men get to choose to circumcise themselves or not and if they do, the pain only lasts for two weeks tops! So we get this monthly pain AND childbirth. Huh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;more freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- unfortunately I am a daughter. If I were a son I would be allowed to go out later regardless of whether it would be safe for me or not.. And would you like to know why? BECAUSE MEN ARE LESS LIKELY TO BE RAPED/DRUGGED/MUGGED than women. Go figure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;constant waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- men do not have to wait for anything. We, women, are and have always been in constant waiting for anything and this is a proven theory since the days of the great wars. Not only that but we wait for exactly 9 months in the childbirth process for this human body growing in our wombs to come out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;atittudes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- it's okay for a guy to be mean to his friends because they could not care less while if we are mean to our friends or to other people we get called 'bitches'. Oh that's fair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm sure there's more reasons why men have it better but at 11.36pm my mind refuses to think up of more complicated and valid arguements so I'll just add on more to this post when I do think of another one. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So that's my two cents :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Dianne&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38049084474254826-7598552131419159266?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/7598552131419159266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=7598552131419159266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/7598552131419159266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/7598552131419159266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-men-have-it-better-than-us-womans.html' title='why men have it better than us. (woman&apos;s perspective)'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-2059731531212795891</id><published>2009-07-16T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T20:06:12.653-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sydney tower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sydney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hillsong Conference'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lakewood church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='planes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>trip down memory lane</title><content type='html'>HILLSONG CONFERENCE 'o9- this may be a wee bit overdue but here it is. A day to day on the happenings of that week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When: 7th of July-10th of July (stayed till the 11th)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where: Acer Arena, Homebush Bay, Sydney&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CHECK IN-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up around 4.30am and left @ 5am to park the car that we're driving to the airport. As we got to the airport it was already time for check in (lucky) and by this time we stil haven't had breakfast (poo). So when the check in finally finished, the hunt for breakfast began. Ended up getting a pie and an iced mocha. Poor thing didn't stand a chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/Sl8mEEk6eVI/AAAAAAAAAH4/aZjPnkqfFss/s1600-h/DSC01737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359043932984080722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/Sl8mEEk6eVI/AAAAAAAAAH4/aZjPnkqfFss/s200/DSC01737.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;FLIGHT-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;In all my years of migrating to different countries, one would think that I would not be afraid of planes. WRONG! Well tchnically speaking I'm not afraid of planes. Just the lift off part :S Yikes! Should be used to it but I'm not. But it did help a little that I had the window seat (yes) which is good because the trolley cart they use to distribute food won't bang into my elbow. I got to know a fair bit of this country I'm living in through that window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/Sl8nrfj-KiI/AAAAAAAAAIA/l572i6ldzGE/s1600-h/DSC01758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359045709754411554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/Sl8nrfj-KiI/AAAAAAAAAIA/l572i6ldzGE/s200/DSC01758.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;DAY 1-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arrived around 9 in the morning and dropped our bags at Oaks Hotel in the SBD area of Sydney. Went sight-seeing for a while until the opening night @ Hillsong Conference at 6pm. First we had lunch at this small asian shop who whips a mean fried rice and wonton soup. Then off to the train station! ARGH! The most complicated train system EVER created. Why is it that in the map it says that this certain line goes to this certain place but in reality it does not?? Do they not understand the significance of updated maps and time schedules? Oh cmon!! You make &lt;em&gt;Connex&lt;/em&gt; look good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/Sl_jO_skjsI/AAAAAAAAAIg/tagi2Jd_NnQ/s1600-h/DSC02015.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, we caught the ferry. It was one of those moments where you wish you could live close to the sea so that you can catch the ferry whenever. I was reminded of that new song "I'm on a boat, I'm on a boat.." but nevermind :) Obviously it was windy and my dad didn't want to be outside (men..) so it was just myself, my mum and sister. As the tourists that we are, there were many photos taken. And this is my favourite one. Seagulls in a line!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/Sl8rhM5p-DI/AAAAAAAAAII/ukcA3Rh59q4/s1600-h/DSC01846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359049930992908338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/Sl8rhM5p-DI/AAAAAAAAAII/ukcA3Rh59q4/s200/DSC01846.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the ferry ride we were off to opening night. AMAZING! So many God fearing people in one compact space. It is quite mind-boggling how my family and I were able to be in such a place, where people are free to worship and rejoice in His name- in contrast to when we lived in Saudi Arabia where people are scared to even utter the first syllable of His holy name in fear of being jailed/persecuted/killed. That spoke to me more than anything in this conference. That we are blessed to be in the house of God and so blessed that that was His plan for us all along. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going back to Hillsong conference, opening night was absolutely powerful. Amazing light/sound effects, props came in many sizes from the big, hanging, glowing cross to the band of drummers with bright eye make-up (even the dudes had them on) followed by the Hillsong worship team with their opening guitar riff and the echoes of the bass line. Truly wonderful. Ps. Brian Houston followed and he spoke shortly about our theme which is "Unshakeable". But the guest speaker for the night was &lt;u&gt;Ps. Craig Groeschel&lt;/u&gt;. He spoke about "It" and four ways to contribute to "it". Overall, it was a great opening night for Hillsong Conference 'o9.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DAY 2-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up mega early to be in time for the 9.30 morning rally. We were doing great until we got off at Homebush station. Now, even though the Acer Arena is located at Homebush bay it is only there by name. The station where its closest is called Olympic Park station. So of course we were delayed and once we got there, all the seats were taken. To make matters worse my mother is scared of heights so that pretty much limited the amounts of seats that we can choose from. sigh not a good start to the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a good note, Ps. Brian Houston led the morning rally and talked about the &lt;em&gt;fundamental&lt;/em&gt; thing and keeping it the main thing. After this we had a combined stream session (where everyone is all in the main hall) called Unshakeable Faith and there were a few speakers that led this topic. Each one had their own history to share and how their faith became/had been unshakeable. Mighty powerful stuff I tell you. THEN it was off to our elective which was the musicians and vocalists. This was interesting because Israel Houghton and Cindy Cruze Ratcliff (from Lakewood church worship team) personally came and spoke to us about err.. pretty much about techniques on how to play certain parts of the songs or how to sing etc.. That was the first time I saw them face-to-face (not really). After all those me, my dad and my sister met up with my mum (who was taking another elective) to have lunch. By then we were already puffed out so after lunch it was decided that we won't attend the night rally led by Ps. Jentenzen Franklin because we knew that thursday and friday would be a loooong day since the Lakewood church will be leading the night rally aswell as we get priority seating on friday. Obviously we needed torest so off we went to our hotel. I wanted to go on the internet but the internet services there are unreasonable (that's why I'm only blogging about it now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/Sl_dQtRiARI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/lugfjrCnFoU/s1600-h/DSC01909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359245360694952210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/Sl_dQtRiARI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/lugfjrCnFoU/s200/DSC01909.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DAY 3-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day that my family and I have been waiting for~ LAKEWOOD CHURCH TAKES OVER THE HILLSONG CONFERENCE XD First off morning rally with Ps. Craig Groeschel. Then the whole family split up and went to their respective electives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour and a half later we were ready to line up for the night rally. This was were it got tricky. The thing is that we were only using half of the arena and since we did not have the priority seating we got crap seats instead. we could still see the worship team but it was their backs :( poo. But that did not stop me from enjoying the night. I believe there were a lot of screaming and yelling (not much singing) involved as well as jumping. I look around and these people are like "Oh yeah. He's pretty good. I'll sing along.." while my sister and I were like, "LET THE REDEEEMED OF THE LORD SAY SO *does arm-punch-in-the-air-move*". And the night was just beginning. Ps Joel Osteen spoke and its just amazing how he can encourage people at such a short amount of time. He talked about this year being the year of Jubilee and before the service end his daughter Alexandria sang a verse with her angelic little voice. QUite cute actually. Overall, the night was just unbelievable and POWERFUL! Took many photos (half of the pictures taken from Hillsong Con. are from this night only) and went home late. But I had fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/Sl_hz-sZyQI/AAAAAAAAAIY/psrP5UpTkf0/s1600-h/DSC01963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359250364712995074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/Sl_hz-sZyQI/AAAAAAAAAIY/psrP5UpTkf0/s200/DSC01963.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/Sl_jO_skjsI/AAAAAAAAAIg/tagi2Jd_NnQ/s1600-h/DSC02015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359251928350232258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/Sl_jO_skjsI/AAAAAAAAAIg/tagi2Jd_NnQ/s200/DSC02015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 4-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day of the Hillsong Conference. Morning rally was led by Ps Jentenzen Franklin and he spoke about the qualities of a drunk person (haha). Again the family went to their respective electives and my sister and I went to the vocal elective. We learned quite a few things on the Q&amp;amp;A although I managed to doze off a part of it (I was VERY tired from the previous night ok?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it came to the ending. The night rally was led by Ps Louie Giglio and he spoke a simple message and the bottom line was we do not need to keep attending the Hillsong Conference. Our attitude should be that we can't wait to go out and live a Godly life and show people this amazing difference in our lives!! This night could have just went on for hours and hours on end. But alas it did have to end. As we walked outside, it started raining. Greeeat! Overall, it really did teach me a lot and grew my faith on my walk with God and I encourage those of you who are reading this post to really consider at least attending this conference coz I tell you, it will change your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/Sl_knH36e7I/AAAAAAAAAIo/OD5i4DtWaWo/s1600-h/DSC02060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359253442373778354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/Sl_knH36e7I/AAAAAAAAAIo/OD5i4DtWaWo/s200/DSC02060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;DAY 5-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time to tour around Sydney. First stop, Sydney tower. Its quite funny actually coz there was a point when mum started tearing up coz she knows how high the tower is and we were going to cancel that plan. AS IF you don't go to Sydney tower in Sydney!! But anyway we convinced her that it would a waste of time if we didn't go so we did. Bought the tickets and it also included this thing called Oz Trek. It's like this simulation thing and it showed you different places all around Australia. Mum closed her eyes all the way through. Then it was time for the Syndey tower itself. I was remided by the Sky tower in Nz so it didn't really make any difference to me. Bought myself a souvenier t-shirt :) and then it was time for shopping at Pitt St Mall. err... I did manage to find a Jb Hi-fi so err.. also bought myself some anime (whistles)... so sue me!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then it was time to check out of the hotel and board the plane. Again I didn't like the take off part of the ride as well as the flying through the sky with gusty winds was not good. Held on to the arm rests all the time and my belt was buckeled as well. We got to Melbourne and it was COOOOOLD!! I missed Sydney already :( to make matters worse I had work the next day. Ehh.. Oh well I guess it's back to &lt;em&gt;reality&lt;/em&gt;... again!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/Sl_msri_P4I/AAAAAAAAAIw/D5CmSSDWVuk/s1600-h/DSC02075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359255736872288130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/Sl_msri_P4I/AAAAAAAAAIw/D5CmSSDWVuk/s200/DSC02075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/Sl_msri_P4I/AAAAAAAAAIw/D5CmSSDWVuk/s1600-h/DSC02075.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&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/38049084474254826-2059731531212795891?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/2059731531212795891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=2059731531212795891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/2059731531212795891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/2059731531212795891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2009/07/trip-down-memory-lane.html' title='trip down memory lane'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/Sl8mEEk6eVI/AAAAAAAAAH4/aZjPnkqfFss/s72-c/DSC01737.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-6276065053390212734</id><published>2009-07-06T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T04:19:49.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fly away.</title><content type='html'>off to sydney in less than 12 hours. agenda for tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;set the alarm for 4am.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wake up at 4.30am (nuff time to get out of bed).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get dressed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;check anything that i might have left behind.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;turn off every power source etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;leave the house at 5am.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get to the airport by 5.30am.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eat breakfast (mochaaaa).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;check in.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;depart at 7.30am.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;that's my plan. hopefully i'm able to wake up at 4am. wish me luck!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dianne&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ps. i will update on what's happening here in this blog.. (that is if i have time).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38049084474254826-6276065053390212734?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/6276065053390212734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=6276065053390212734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/6276065053390212734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/6276065053390212734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2009/07/fly-away.html' title='fly away.'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-214223877609139289</id><published>2009-07-02T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T02:46:44.036-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iced coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bookshelf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sketches'/><title type='text'>home among other things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;HOWDY&lt;/u&gt;! it's been quite a long time since I've blogged. And this was not done on purpose. It only became like this because my sister and I finished the download limit waaay too eary (approx. 2 weeks early) because of the things that we have overly downloaded (anime eps, dramas, music and others). So we learned our lesson and as of this month we are closely monitoring our downloads :) yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now, I've been meaning to do this for a long time now so I think today is the day that I will show you my beloved.... bookshelves! (ahem) These bookshelves were bought not too long ago because of the fact that my parents could not handle the clutter that was accumulating on my old bookshelves. The reason being is that there just wasn't enough space for my books and anime and other misc.. thus it was decided that a bigger bookshelf must be bought and the rest is history....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;BUT, this is not your typical, everyday bookshelves. Oh no no, my friend. This is a bookshelf that has been divided into 16 (4x4) separate compartments :D which pretty much indicates that I can fit ALL my junk into those spaces. So you must be wondering what it looks like right about now. I suggest you keep scrolling down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353791991275480786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/Skx9c1FOZtI/AAAAAAAAAHg/4Rt8h7SM-Uo/s320/02072009_001_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353792393873695346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/Skx90Q4HonI/AAAAAAAAAHo/l24XJ0uZiKU/s320/02072009_004_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is my favourite part of the bookshelf. The anime and the books :D Years of saving and spending and this is where it got me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353792834244762930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/Skx-N5Yw3TI/AAAAAAAAAHw/BZc2Xfmr3Mg/s320/02072009_006_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These are just some of my err.. sketches that I've done over the past years. And some are actually drawn by my cousin when he was here at Melbourne. I kept them cuz they're cute.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As an after thought:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I just had 3 glasses of home-made iced coffee which is making me quite sleepy. Shouldn't caffeine have the opposite effect? A thought to ponder........ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But its not like I want to stay up all night. I just like iced coffee waay too much XD So sue me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Dianne&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38049084474254826-214223877609139289?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/214223877609139289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=214223877609139289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/214223877609139289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/214223877609139289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2009/07/home-among-other-things.html' title='home among other things.'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/Skx9c1FOZtI/AAAAAAAAAHg/4Rt8h7SM-Uo/s72-c/02072009_001_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-8424100739796172593</id><published>2009-06-22T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T06:10:14.902-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pitella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='log'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NBA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinderella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manifest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Daily log.</title><content type='html'>Okay. This is a new version of how I will be conducting my blogs when I've used up my download limits (which does happen quite often). So before I forget the things I want to blog about I'll just type them all up in one post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it goes. Let's see if I remember things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First&lt;/strong&gt;. (20.06) Lakers won the NBA Championship 'o9 against Orlando Magics. Yes. Against my Turkoglu. But then again, Kobe was on fire. And he lead them to victory so I won't argue. Better luck next time, Magics. The season starts again in November this year and I should pick a team. Still deciding whether to go for Orlando because of Turkoglu.. Hmm.. something to think about for the next 5 months. Any suggestion guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second&lt;/strong&gt;. This is kind of out of the blue but I don't know if I've ever told you about the time when I spilled cup noodles (one of the best ones out there, so I was quite disappointed) on my leg. I hardly took one bite and because of my co-ordination skills (well, lack of) I somehow tipped all of it ALL OVER MY LEFT LEG. Of course, it left a burn mark. It is quite noticable when it first turned up. But I've noticed that it has turned a lighter shade of...uhh...brown :D which means that there will be a time when it will completely disappear. So until then, NO short shorts. Poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Third&lt;/strong&gt;. umm.. oh that's right. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MANIFEST &lt;/span&gt;IS COMING TO TOWN! Woo-hoo. Manifest you say? Well this is a time where my kinsfolk (well, not really) and I join together at one place (Melbourne Showgrounds) and just be the anime/gamer/manga nerds that we are. It’s like a place where a person can just be. No judgement from other people, no discrimination and it’s where people can just be with people like themselves. You have no idea how long I’ve waited for something like this. People have their own things to do (examples: clubbing, parties, concerts, other festivals) and here is my chance. HERE I COME MANIFEST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is absolutely amazing. I pre-reg last year and it was held in Melb Uni and I tell you, wow! There were many events such as cosplay competitions, anime idol/karaoke, the marketplace (where one can go insane with all the bargains that one gets) and even anime screenings of new anime series or just the classic ones such as Gundam Wing and Cowboy Bebop. And this time Manifest 'o9 is going to be HUGE. BIG. and absolutely INSANE! We've already pre-reg and we're just waiting for our badges to arrive via post. Still trying to convince people to come (Vince.. Nikki..) but we'll see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be attending on the 23rd of August (sunday) which meas that we'll have to go to the earlier service. If (and this is a big IF) Vince does decide to go then we'll catch a ride with him. If not, then its two LONG tram rides for us. Tram 86 and then Tram 57. Geh. -_- I can't wait!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fourth&lt;/strong&gt;. After all the months that I've had my new bookshelves, I finally arrange it so that it fits all my anime and all of my books as well as text books, comic books, and other miscellaneous. But my main agenda for doing this is to effectively emphasise my anime and book collection. It’s not much but it’s a great start. Will be posting up a picture sometime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fifth&lt;/strong&gt;. (18.06) I just wanted to specially mention a good friend of mine named Ivy. I've been with her since before time existed. I grew up with her and I don't know what my life would be if I haven't met her. When I heard that there was a possibility that she might relocate to Sydney with her boyfriend/fiancee I fully cracked it at her. No way is she going there bro. NO WAY IN HELL. There's more I could say about her but I'm getting sleepy&lt;&lt; hopefully this is good enough, Ivy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sixth&lt;/strong&gt;. (22.06) I feel very homesick at the moment. I am going through a Cinderella moment when the protagonist desperately wants to go to the ball. That’s me right there without the wicked stepmother, the ugly sisters and definitely without the prince charming (don’t get me started with that). History behind this is that it’s my best friend’s Year 13 ball in New Zealand which is also my old high school’s ball. The plan was that I would go to New Zealand before heading off to the Hillsong Conference in Sydney but I guess plans change and so do hopes. Complications, complications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seventh&lt;/strong&gt;. One word: PITELLA. Yeah that’s right.. You read it right. Pitella. You may ask, “What is a pitella?” Well, pitella is a combination of pita bread and Nutella, and get this- it’s grilled!! YES! Grilled. We all know what happens when pita bread is grilled. It becomes crunchy. One more scenario: imagine Nutella inside that pita bread while it is in the process of being grilled. Mmmm.. crunchy with burnt chocolate . I am proud to say that this is one of my creations which was inspired through boredom and starvation for Nutella. At that time we were out of just normal bread so I had to improvise. Found some cold pita bread and the toaster was already packed away (we were moving to the new house) so I used the grilling machine thingy and VOILA! Pitella was born. But there was no name for this masterpiece so I called Nikki who has already tasted this holy grail (lol) and we decided that since it’s pita bread + Nutella= Pitella Surprise. Although I got rid of the ‘surprise’ part. I mean that’s a bit over-the-top don’t you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dianne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38049084474254826-8424100739796172593?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/8424100739796172593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=8424100739796172593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/8424100739796172593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/8424100739796172593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2009/06/daily-log.html' title='Daily log.'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-197117661508146102</id><published>2009-06-10T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T04:35:56.980-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightmares'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laundry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tenjou tenge'/><title type='text'>my day so far.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;NB: &lt;em&gt;I wanted to write about something so I'll talk about my day so far.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I woke this morning at approximately 8.07am (don't ask why) and it was one of those days when you wake up from a bad dream. How is this unusual? Well, firstly I do NOT get dreams. Well not often anyways. And they aren't usually nightmares. But, sadly this time.. it was. I don't specifically remember what it was about but I do remember how &lt;em&gt;bad&lt;/em&gt; it was. It wasn't terrifying like monsters, ghosts and such. It was more.. heart-clenching, palm-sweating and shiver-down-your-spine kind of dream. Good thing I woke up :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So I woke up this morning because of the bad dream, but that's also not the case. My throat was burning like hell, my nose was blocked, felt vey phlegmy AND my head was spinning. Key signs of a cold. GREEAAT! This was only in the morning, I'm feeling much better now (not because of the drugs 'they' made me take). But during that period, I was lost and had nothing to do (more like incapable of doing anything) so I went to my sister's room to grab just any anime to let the day pass. And I watched &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenjou Tenge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have read the manga of this anime series and I totally forgotten how AMAZING it is. There's action, fighting, high school people, drama, comedy as well as romance. It's a great combination! Although it does offer fan service for the guys (big boobs and panties) and sexual innuendos, I still like it! It's a story about a guy who just transferred into a school and who got caught up with the past of the girl he fell inlove with. The anime series switches from the present to the past to explain what has happened and personally, I like the past events than the present ones :) The sad thing about this series is that it does not have an ending. Maybe this is because they haven't finished the manga yet? But I AM MEGA PISSED THAT THEY DID NOT ATTEMPT TO AT LEAST CATCH UP WITH THE MANGA, nor do they have any plans to do so.. Argh! Despite this, Tenjou Tenge is in my top 5 animes now. Here is a picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345970166236069970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SjCzisJWQFI/AAAAAAAAAHY/a0mcNRjNnII/s320/fond-tenjo1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;See what I tell ya? Big boobies :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Currently, I'm waiting for the laundry to finish. I don't know about you guys but when I do the laundry, I feel a sense of accomplishment. Really don't know why. Maybe I'm just weird that way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Dianne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38049084474254826-197117661508146102?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/197117661508146102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=197117661508146102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/197117661508146102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/197117661508146102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-day-so-far.html' title='my day so far.'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SjCzisJWQFI/AAAAAAAAAHY/a0mcNRjNnII/s72-c/fond-tenjo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-6565567069041472332</id><published>2009-06-09T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T06:46:20.952-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>the good, the bad and then there's me.</title><content type='html'>There has been so many events that has happened these past couple of hours. It feels like I've been to Hell and back. How slow can a day be? How long will I have to wait till the day's over? When can I restart the day? Questions, questions, questions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Good things about today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Finally gotten a hard drive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- This has been long overdue since I support one of the most expensive (in my opinion) hobbies of all time. And that is &lt;strong&gt;anime&lt;/strong&gt;. The hard drive is 320GB which isn't much but it is enough for my needs. Hilda (my hard drive's name) will mainly consist of anime episodes I download from website as well as anime eps that I receive from generous, loving older brothers (Vince). As for other media applications and downloads, Gustav (my laptop) will have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;New laptop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- the folks finally bought themselves a new laptop since our oldest PC crashed and ate's old PC is also well on its way. AND since then, she has pretty much taken ownership of our Acer laptop so in order to end the battle of 'the-laptop-is-mine-so-i-need-it-first' the folks have decided to purchase a Toshiba laptop. Therefore, each and everyone in my family has their own portable machine to use for their convenience. &lt;em&gt;ps.&lt;/em&gt; GUSTAV IS MINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Phone calls from Nikki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- Bless this woman. These calls from her certainly brings me out of my depression (loosely used term). She is a person who I can truly depend on and in whom I can TRULY speak my mind out to the point of exhaustion and tears. Although she is still inexperienced with life (and who is anyways, in our age), her insights and advices are my light to the dark tunnel. She has a way with words in which allows her to verbally and accurately express the way I feel and can only feel. She is my &lt;em&gt;diary&lt;/em&gt;. My &lt;em&gt;journal&lt;/em&gt;. My &lt;em&gt;blog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bad things about today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- On my home, I decided to stop by the playground near my house. Since my sister had no exams, it felt a bit crowded in my house and I needed time to think. So there I was just minding my own business until hail and rain started falling out of nowhere. How is this bad? Except for the obvious reasons, ONE- it interrupted my time alone. TWO- nothing was resolved in that short amount of alone-ness and THREE- my umbrella wasn't working so I was half-hoping it wasn't going to rain. So I managed to stumbled to my humble abode (after seemed like a century)- half-drenched, wind-shakened and ABSOLUTELY pissed at my circumstances. And it seems like I'm coming down with the cold. Great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Constant thinking and analysing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- Why does it always seem like I'm the only one who thinks about certain things? Why do I analyse littlest things? Or most importantly, why do I doubt everything? I do not want to be hesistant over opportunities that have the highest risks. People are made to fear risks but there are those who overcome this particular barrier. I want to be the kind of person who can easily say, "&lt;em&gt;Let's jump, Thelma&lt;/em&gt;" with such a conviction. I want that assurance that I have made the right decision when I do decide to jump (not off a cliff). I just don't want to think and analyse anymore. Why can't I find the courage to jump?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- One of the hardest thing a person can do. This may sound contradictory to what I have been ranting the past couple of minutes but I believe it is one of the main factors that should be addressed. I have come to the conclusion that I have done what I can in my relationships in life and I, being human- can only do so much. It is possible to put more effort in maintaining these relationships- whether they may be of friendship, of love, of life or of my beliefs ,but I can only do what I can. I do not want to overstep God's waya and His plan-of-action in my life. Until He gives me the thumbs up, I can only &lt;u&gt;wait&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But it is harder than it's theory. I believe that it is more painful &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; knowing that it is knowing. I would rather know what has happened in the past than ignoring and pretending that it has not happened and that it does not matter because frankly, IT DOES. A friend of mine and I have been looking back at our high school days and the normal, teenage events that we have missed out. I, schoolies and hers, boys (she went to an all-girls school for the remainder of her high school years). True enough. I will admit that I have not had a boyfriend or close to one in my seventeen years. You know those people who have those childhood sweethearts that you usually see in American movies? Yeah, not me. Again, I'm not as fortunate as those Hollywood stars (although it is scripted) or people who have experienced thus. I forgot where I was going with this....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;..ahh yes. We had a conversation about 'What ifs' and she asked me, what if I went through one of those break-ups that we see on tv and everyday life- &lt;em&gt;Would I still do it? &lt;/em&gt;Somehow my answer surprised her because I said &lt;strong&gt;yes&lt;/strong&gt;. Ok, this maybe be the masochistic side of my personality but in my defense, it is normal to go through circumstances such as these. Yes, it would hurt and I am not undermining others who have experienced this but it is part of one's life to be disappointed and hurt and who am I to be excluded in this circumstance? BUT one of the things that shocked me in this conversation is her unwillingness to be in that situation. It is one of those experiences that you thank God for because He gave you a chance to feel or to live long enough to be able to do so. Some people are not as lucky as we are and we need to be reminded of that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So what am I saying? Take every experience, whether they may be good, bad or even hurtful. Because there will be a day when everything that has happened suddenly makes sense and truly has a purpose. Unfortunately- at my current situation, there will be EVEN harder times since my freedom, my &lt;em&gt;independence&lt;/em&gt; now comes with rules and regulations as thick as the Yellow Pages. Hopefully, I have not offended anyone with this post. After all, these are only thoughts. Thoughts based on teenage angst? Or thoughts of a woman (girl) in a real and hard situation?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You tell me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Til next time,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Dianne&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38049084474254826-6565567069041472332?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/6565567069041472332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=6565567069041472332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/6565567069041472332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/6565567069041472332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-bad-and-then-theres-me.html' title='the good, the bad and then there&apos;s me.'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-4603145125469889101</id><published>2009-06-07T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T00:26:01.743-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NBA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orlando'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turkoglu'/><title type='text'>#15 Hedo Turkoglu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/Siy1mYjvWiI/AAAAAAAAAHI/T-pwgL5stDU/s1600-h/pg2_g_turkoglu_200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344846528813947426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/Siy1mYjvWiI/AAAAAAAAAHI/T-pwgL5stDU/s320/pg2_g_turkoglu_200.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I, Dianne, after so many years of watching NBA- has finally found a favourite player in this sport.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and his name is &lt;em&gt;Hedo Turkoglu&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;How I came across this fellow&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I was watching Game 3 (Orlando vs. Lakers) at Ivy's place this morning and when&lt;br /&gt;I saw him shoot that three pointer at the nick of time and it was just &lt;em&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;at first sight.&lt;/em&gt; Throughout the game, he just kept shooting those three&lt;br /&gt;pointers like there was no tomorrow. He even did an amazing job with blocking&lt;br /&gt;Kobe's shot which gave the Magics another chance at winning. Although they did&lt;br /&gt;not win, I have high hopes for this team and Turkoglu. Game 4 is on wednesday&lt;br /&gt;and it's in their home court. So i'm looking forward to that :)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here are some stats:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;PPG- 15.1&lt;br /&gt;RPG- 4.50&lt;br /&gt;APG- 5.0&lt;br /&gt;EFF- + 14.70&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Born: 19/03/1979&lt;br /&gt;Height: 6-10 / 2,08&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 220 lbs. / 99,8 kg.&lt;br /&gt;From: Turkey&lt;br /&gt;Years Pro: 8 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I want his jersey. I shall look for it now. That shall be my goal for this year. yup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;On a rainy day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Dianne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38049084474254826-4603145125469889101?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/4603145125469889101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=4603145125469889101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/4603145125469889101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/4603145125469889101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2009/06/15-hedo-turkoglu.html' title='#15 Hedo Turkoglu'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/Siy1mYjvWiI/AAAAAAAAAHI/T-pwgL5stDU/s72-c/pg2_g_turkoglu_200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-8389128215413853956</id><published>2009-06-03T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T04:40:47.828-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AWOL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>AWOL much?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To start things off, I &lt;em&gt;apologise&lt;/em&gt; for being away at such a long period of time. I tried to blog in between the long study sessions these past few weeks but to no success. Although as you can see, I managed to post some things like '&lt;em&gt;What really made me smile'&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;'mX moment' &lt;/em&gt;as you can see below this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now you may ask, why have I been away these past couple of weeks?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why am I not blogging as I frequently do, even in the busiest days?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Someone actuallly complained, you know?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well the answer to that is... EXAM WEEK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;EXAM WEEK.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;This is the time of year where the season changes, people's immune system tries to adopt to the change and the time of year where mid-semester exams start. But oh no, people of Blogger. We do NOT get exams. We have &lt;em&gt;interviews&lt;/em&gt;. Interview, you say? Yes, interviews. This is when a student of Marketing in RMIT goes into a small, private room with a panel of professors (three of them) in which they ask this &lt;em&gt;lucky&lt;/em&gt; person ten questions in which the student answers to the best of his/her capabilities. yep. Lucky indeed. &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had two of these interview things today. One for my &lt;u&gt;Review and Maintain a website&lt;/u&gt; class and one for &lt;u&gt;Establish and Adjust the Marketing mix&lt;/u&gt; class. TWO down, TWO more to do. Whoopee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's all for me tonight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hopefully I'll be able to update more frequently these coming weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Look forward to it :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Dianne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38049084474254826-8389128215413853956?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/8389128215413853956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=8389128215413853956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/8389128215413853956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/8389128215413853956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2009/06/awol-much.html' title='AWOL much?'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-6794094165019731322</id><published>2009-05-27T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T05:41:09.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mX moment</title><content type='html'>Scenario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tuesday afternoon. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Caught the train from Flinders Station.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;grabbed an mX from the stand.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;read it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;and as I was about to board the train, I came across a passage from a column in the mX called 'Overheard'. These are just some conversations that a person hears and they send it through mX. Anyway, this is the passage I read and it just made me smile :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Girl: "&lt;em&gt;The train drivers must be really good at their jobs. They only have two thin lines to drive on and you never hear about them getting speeding fines.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Boy: "&lt;em&gt;I think I love you&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's pretty much it. Smiling is good for you,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Dianne&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38049084474254826-6794094165019731322?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/6794094165019731322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=6794094165019731322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/6794094165019731322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/6794094165019731322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2009/05/mx-moment.html' title='mX moment'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-523976396793844671</id><published>2009-05-17T03:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T03:47:45.244-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bleach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bankai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Byakuya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>what REALLY made smile today...</title><content type='html'>...is because of this facebook quiz :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336741172633299074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/Sg_p0j0CaII/AAAAAAAAAG4/M6eNY4aUmjg/s400/untitled+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336742447192534642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/Sg_q-v6o7nI/AAAAAAAAAHA/WToBF-f2bNk/s320/Untitled.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;nuff said!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dianne&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38049084474254826-523976396793844671?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/523976396793844671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=523976396793844671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/523976396793844671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/523976396793844671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-really-made-smile-today.html' title='what REALLY made smile today...'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/Sg_p0j0CaII/AAAAAAAAAG4/M6eNY4aUmjg/s72-c/untitled+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-1965836458756090720</id><published>2009-05-10T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T05:27:51.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on a day to day basis.</title><content type='html'>a few thoughts on my mind this past week. Start the bullet-pointing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Facebook detox Day 1.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't as hard as I thought. Quite surprising actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Caught the tram on a rainy night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Some alone time with ME. Should do it more often :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Late night Mondays.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...is now part of my daily routines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;HOBO DAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it was supposed to anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Mocha, nap and assignments.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a little bit of a mini breakdown because of &lt;u&gt;1.&lt;/u&gt; Lack of sleep, &lt;u&gt;2.&lt;/u&gt; Overload of assignments, &lt;u&gt;3.&lt;/u&gt; Sleazy, pretentious and arrogant men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;em&gt;NO rest for the wicked.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't wicked. Just a procrastinator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;5 hour Website class.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bludged. Blogged. Bished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Annoying and clueless old man.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We conducted our focus group and our professor interrupted to tell us we're doing a great job. Lost a lot of important data which is crucial to the marketing research we were doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Stupid teenager.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a minute long crush on a person &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;No day offs for the wicked.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was supposed to be my day off but I had to go to uni because our 'leader' can't do anything to save his own life. So I became the &lt;em&gt;Shadow Leader&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Bakefield&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only just realised that I spend most of my money on food rather than useful items such as print money, stationery, umm... print money. And I mostly spend it on this particular shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"&lt;strong&gt;Sex in the city" theme.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word: AWKWARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Battlewounds.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attain more 'battlewounds' in &lt;em&gt;Donut King&lt;/em&gt; than I do in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Surveymonkey.com&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...can only take 10 questions which is insufficient to my requirements. Therefore I was unable to finish my part of the assignment. Merde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Myself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially the second tallest in my family. And there are physical evidence that I will remain cute, forever. OH and there's something wrong with my left eye which resulted in the two-three headaches i get everyday. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAPPY MOTHERS DAY.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "If mum's not happy, nobody is happy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Dianne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38049084474254826-1965836458756090720?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/1965836458756090720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=1965836458756090720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/1965836458756090720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/1965836458756090720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-day-to-day-basis.html' title='on a day to day basis.'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-2778690707271685054</id><published>2009-05-05T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T18:16:36.783-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mini laptops'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obsession'/><title type='text'>Current obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LITTLE, TINY, MINI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAPTOPS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since this morning, I have had a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little obsession&lt;/span&gt; over these new and latest mini laptops.&lt;br /&gt;Still not convinced whether I should invest on one of those babies but just check them out :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SgDKjePAODI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QnEX6bwSxlI/s1600-h/Acer_Aspire_One_Blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 182px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SgDKjePAODI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QnEX6bwSxlI/s200/Acer_Aspire_One_Blue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332484669566892082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1- &lt;u&gt;Acer Aspire One&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is my first preference just because it looks good :) and it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Acer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The only letdown is its battery life. Merde.&lt;br /&gt;(price:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; $699)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SgDL-KvMXqI/AAAAAAAAAGI/smmGVTT_je0/s1600-h/asus-eee-pc-at-newegg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 168px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SgDL-KvMXqI/AAAAAAAAAGI/smmGVTT_je0/s200/asus-eee-pc-at-newegg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332486227701292706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#2- &lt;u&gt;Asus Eee Pc&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As weird as its name is, it is known to be the most portable mini laptop there is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The only downside to this is that it does not offer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;Windows&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WTF?&lt;br /&gt;(price: $499)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SgDRma6uTUI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/y9T2GD3sr_4/s1600-h/dell-e-mini-laptop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SgDRma6uTUI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/y9T2GD3sr_4/s200/dell-e-mini-laptop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332492416797527362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#3- &lt;u&gt;Dell Inspiron Mini&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"OMG. IT'S RED!"&lt;br /&gt;Those were the first words out of my mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Downside- it's &lt;/span&gt;Dell. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nuff said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(prices not confirmed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SgDS4Y75pJI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pj9HJ6-5tK8/s1600-h/Toshiba_NB100_partiallyfolded.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 153px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SgDS4Y75pJI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Pj9HJ6-5tK8/s200/Toshiba_NB100_partiallyfolded.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332493825014867090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#4- &lt;u&gt;Toshiba NB 100&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It has 120GB of hard drive and a whole 1GB of RAM. Sweet.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the lid looks like it's from another laptop.&lt;br /&gt;(price: $699)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SgDWgq2L5MI/AAAAAAAAAGg/be80EWuwRqg/s1600-h/3230260549_65e1826f03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SgDWgq2L5MI/AAAAAAAAAGg/be80EWuwRqg/s200/3230260549_65e1826f03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332497815552386242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#5- &lt;u&gt;Sony VAIO P Series&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's pocket-sized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long instead of square.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's expensive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(price: $ 2,299)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those are my top 5 at the moment. I might some more a little bit later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Dianne&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/38049084474254826-2778690707271685054?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/2778690707271685054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=2778690707271685054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/2778690707271685054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/2778690707271685054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2009/05/current-obsession.html' title='Current obsession'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SgDKjePAODI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QnEX6bwSxlI/s72-c/Acer_Aspire_One_Blue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-7111637271290344647</id><published>2009-05-05T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T04:34:43.168-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pricks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RMIT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='assignments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mocha'/><title type='text'>rant. mocha, naps, and assignments.</title><content type='html'>...just to get it out of my system. I would just like to firstly talk about the &lt;u&gt;idiocy&lt;/u&gt; of my professors in RMIT. yes they are idiots! Why the hell would you decide to put three MAJOR assignment due all in the same day? Does it make it easier for you? Or do you take some kind of pleasure in knowing that us- students of Marketing, will have to juggle all three of these assignments just so we can get it you teachers on time?? YES! That's what I thought. &lt;em&gt;Sadistic bastards&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, if one says that he or she will do a certain thing at a certain time, please make sure that you do so. &lt;em&gt;Let your 'yes' be a yes and your 'no' be a no&lt;/em&gt;. This is not an attack on anyone in particular but lately I have noticed that people are a lazy bunch of creatures. I should have known better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, there has been some misconception about a good friend of mine that I have heard recently. This &lt;em&gt;retard &lt;/em&gt;had the nerve to call her 'forgettable'. YOU have no right to call her forgettable, you crazy prick. YOU have no idea what kind of person she is. YOU have no idea on anything at all! How dare you make her feel like crap when the only thing she has done &lt;u&gt;wrong&lt;/u&gt; is take an interest to such a person like yourself. Now I won't go as low as to condemn you to Hell (because that is not my job), but I would gladly castrate you, you pathetic excuse for a person- even if  it means sacrificing a thousand chocolate mousses from &lt;em&gt;BreadTop&lt;/em&gt;.  Go get a life, you jerk. Better yet, go find a cliff and when you're on the very edge......... jump!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NB: I am not usually this mean and I always try to see the light in others (mercy, as some may call it) but for the past week I have not had a decent, good night's sleep and this is extremely making me cranky. The reason for this? I Just CANNOT stop thinking. Thinking and thinking and thinking... Tried to take a nap when i got back from uni, no good! I only got a full 15 minutes of sleep before the hamster on my head started running on that wheel of hers. So I tried a different strategy. I drank one of those &lt;u&gt;mocha chillers&lt;/u&gt; from &lt;em&gt;Gloria Jeans&lt;/em&gt; to see if I can stay up the whole night tonight, no good again! Bloody hell. Although its half chocolate and half caffeine,  I thought that would be enough since it's worked its magic when I was still in high school. Nosiree! Not this time, bucko. You lose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only light in this situation is that there is always a tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;There is always hope.&lt;br /&gt;There is God :)&lt;br /&gt;....that and I finished my part in one of my assignments...FINALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should start on that next assignment. Merde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;As always,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Dianne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38049084474254826-7111637271290344647?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/7111637271290344647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=7111637271290344647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/7111637271290344647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/7111637271290344647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2009/05/rant-mocha-naps-and-assignments.html' title='rant. mocha, naps, and assignments.'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-728692594850161159</id><published>2009-05-04T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T07:56:35.157-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='status'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smile'/><title type='text'>12:21AM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;+&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;CURRENT STATUS&lt;/span&gt;+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it is currently &lt;u&gt;12:21AM&lt;/u&gt; and yes I am still awake on a school night. I feel like a truck has run me over and over and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt; again (you get the picture right?). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You may ask, "&lt;em&gt;Why are you still up at 12:21 in the morning? Shouldn't you be getting your mandatory eight hours of sleep?&lt;/em&gt;". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And i will reply, "&lt;em&gt;I have been procrastinating for the past few weeks and this is my punishment for not doing any of my assignments in the earlier weeks&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ahh.... *nods* That makes sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A few seconds later you will ask, "&lt;em&gt;If you have your assignments to finish, then why are you on blogspot?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I will only shake my head in response to that question :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;END OF CONVERSATION.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The things that made me smile today:)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- stripey long sleeves that I wore today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- my glasses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Pacquiao's match yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Monday lectures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Tommy's speech.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Chris' long limbs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Level 4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- iPod.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- the colour, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- the tram ride to Bundoora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- the walk to church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Vince.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Salome's high school uniform.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- all-nighter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331981945407103650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/Sf8BVEzJYqI/AAAAAAAAAFw/VntP7Ww2AEw/s320/04052009_003_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;the procrastinator signing out,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Dianne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38049084474254826-728692594850161159?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/728692594850161159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=728692594850161159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/728692594850161159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/728692594850161159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2009/05/1221am.html' title='12:21AM'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/Sf8BVEzJYqI/AAAAAAAAAFw/VntP7Ww2AEw/s72-c/04052009_003_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-3460900270468109017</id><published>2009-05-01T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T08:00:02.519-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cross Culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vince'/><title type='text'>a funny picture.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;an old picture i made &lt;u&gt;kuya&lt;/u&gt; dig up for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330875203394725410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfsSwNhH5iI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Ll3-9iX5FbI/s320/jazz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;nyahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just makes me smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;till tonight,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Dianne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38049084474254826-3460900270468109017?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/3460900270468109017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=3460900270468109017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/3460900270468109017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/3460900270468109017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2009/05/funny-picture.html' title='a funny picture.'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfsSwNhH5iI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Ll3-9iX5FbI/s72-c/jazz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-8949697667325466993</id><published>2009-04-30T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T08:00:40.115-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keiran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RMIT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='library'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='level 4'/><title type='text'>shinanigans :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;the things we get up to in uni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330464123393538450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/Sfmc4NLV-ZI/AAAAAAAAAEg/jM7bGT1ob1s/s320/23042009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yes. We christened this couch, Toby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330465413716448866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfmeDUATFmI/AAAAAAAAAEo/GMIDV7mS7ZI/s320/07042009_001_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;poor thing. we shouldn't have done this :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330469760564380786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfmiAVRmxHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/rDXesbNINro/s320/27042009_011_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;floor-length mirrors in level 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330470231378768402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfmibvMgMhI/AAAAAAAAAFA/5WwektgoC44/s320/Pic_771_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was in a lecture in which 16 people showed up.&lt;br /&gt;Including me and Andrew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330471891061572802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/Sfmj8V_uBMI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/VJU1levaVWo/s320/P290409_17.32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is what happens when bored uni students find a tinted window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330472567967965154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/Sfmkjvqx3-I/AAAAAAAAAFY/3HOmja7b43s/s320/P29_04_09_17.23.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;TPS much?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;THE END.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Goodnight,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Dianne&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38049084474254826-8949697667325466993?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/8949697667325466993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=8949697667325466993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/8949697667325466993'/><link 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><title type='text'>the truth</title><content type='html'>&gt;this structure has been borrowed from my friend's post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://liveyourlifeitsfree.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://liveyourlifeitsfree.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's all me after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Truth about Me&lt;br /&gt;My name is Dianne Dycueco , and I swear to tell the truth nothing but the truth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, I like you.&lt;br /&gt;I admit, I really REALLY like you.&lt;br /&gt;I admit, I don't even know why.&lt;br /&gt;I admit, I still want to go to the Eureka Tower with you- like you promised.&lt;br /&gt;I admit, that I still owe you that bet from four months ago.&lt;br /&gt;I admit, that I miss you- not every second of a minute, but everytime it takes for a person to blink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, that I didn't want to fall this hard for you or for anyone.&lt;br /&gt;I admit, I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, that I wish I could turn back time and never have met you that night.&lt;br /&gt;I admit, I lied just now.&lt;br /&gt;I admit, I pretend that I don't care, but really, I do so much.&lt;br /&gt;I admit, that I'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;I admit, that I'm not strong.&lt;br /&gt;I admit, I'm insecure.&lt;br /&gt;I admit, I'm helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, I once thought of giving up on you.&lt;br /&gt;I admit, I gave up on that idea :)&lt;br /&gt;I admit, that I hate it when we don't talk for a whole day.&lt;br /&gt;I admit, I hate when we don't talk at all.&lt;br /&gt;I admit, I hate it when I don't see you during the week.&lt;br /&gt;I admit, I hate it when you don't make the first move.&lt;br /&gt;I admit, that I hate playing games with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, I hate it when all I could think about is you.&lt;br /&gt;I admit, I hate you for making me think too much.&lt;br /&gt;I admit, that I hate it that you have so much effect on me.&lt;br /&gt;I admit, that I hate myself for becoming such a person.&lt;br /&gt;I admit, I'm mad at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, &lt;u&gt;It's not your fault&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I admit, that I might regret writing this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I admit, that I thought of walking away from you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I don't think I'm strong enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nor do I want to :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;For now,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll take it a step at a time&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Till then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Dianne.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38049084474254826-4458071258730625086?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/4458071258730625086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=4458071258730625086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/4458071258730625086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/4458071258730625086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2009/04/truth.html' title='the truth'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-6283790777110242321</id><published>2009-04-22T03:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T08:01:50.679-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RMIT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marketing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high distinction'/><title type='text'>High Distinction is &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;YES! a high distinction. i shall tell you the story now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this is how it began. we had our &lt;em&gt;E&amp;amp;A workshop&lt;/em&gt; with Chris Lee (professor) around 1.30pm and that was when we'll get our results for this major assignment. Oh and just so you know he also told us that one of the groups &lt;strong&gt;FAILED&lt;/strong&gt;! yes. failed. not only that but i was tremendously worried about our referencing in this project since it was our very first time. Chris told us that we will have to attend a 'Plagiarism Court' and even if we were found &lt;em&gt;not guilty&lt;/em&gt;, it would still be in our permanent records. EEEP! like there's such a thing as a plagiarism court........................geez -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyway here we (Rey [my group member] and I) were, with a whole clan of butterflies in my stomach and Rey's name along with mine and Kriti's (another group member) name was called out and this teacher just looked at us and shook his head. so we took that as an indication that we did.. well, pretty bad! So what happened next is the real story............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;....so we walked up to the front of the class to retrieve our possibly failed paper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chris told us to hold out our hands..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...and he shook it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He. Shook. Both. Our. Hands!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shook&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;both&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hands!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Well Done. Congratulations."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327476308668258130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/Se7_ef97F1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/9lm2GK5usa4/s320/22042009.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;yep. that's what the paper says.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;that is all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Whatever,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Dianne&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38049084474254826-6283790777110242321?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/6283790777110242321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=6283790777110242321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/6283790777110242321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/6283790777110242321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2009/04/high-distinction-is-3.html' title='High Distinction is &lt;3'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/Se7_ef97F1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/9lm2GK5usa4/s72-c/22042009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-8687821968795138192</id><published>2009-04-16T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T08:02:37.325-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fathers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>third (and hopefully last) post of the day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know this is a bit overdone but i just couldn't help it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was quite funny.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Managed to make me &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;enjoy boys!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dad's rules for your boyfriend (or for you if you're a guy, this is for you):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule One:&lt;br /&gt;If you pull into my driveway and honk you'd better be delivering a package, because you're surely not picking anything up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule Two:&lt;br /&gt;You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule Three:&lt;br /&gt;I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule Four:&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilizing a 'Barrier method' of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate, when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule Five:&lt;br /&gt;It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is: 'early.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule Six:&lt;br /&gt;I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule Seven:&lt;br /&gt;As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process than can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule Eight:&lt;br /&gt;The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing or holding hands. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka - zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual themes are to be avoided; movies that feature chain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folks homes are better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule Nine:&lt;br /&gt;Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a potbellied, balding, middle-aged, dimwitted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule Ten:&lt;br /&gt;Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy near Hanoi. When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit the car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car - there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: This application will be incomplete and rejected unless accompanied by a complete financial statement, job history, lineage, and current medical report from your doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAME _____________________________ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DATE OF BIRTH ____________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HEIGHT ________ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WEIGHT _________ IQ __________ GPA _________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SOCIAL SECURITY #______________ DRIVERS LICENSE #____________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BOY SCOUT RANK AND BADGES_________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HOME ADDRESS_______________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;CITY/STATE ____________________________ ZIP______&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you have parents? ___Yes ___No&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is one male and the other female? ___Yes ___No&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If No, explain: _________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Number of years they have been married _________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If less than your age, explain:______________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ACCESSORIES &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SECTION:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A. Do you own or have access to a van? __Yes __No&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;B. A truck with oversized tires? __Yes __No&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;C. A waterbed? __Yes __No&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;D. A pickup with a mattress in the back? __Yes __No&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E. A tattoo? __Yes __No&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;F. Do you have an earring, nose ring, __Yes __Nopierced tongue, pierced cheek or a belly button ring?(IF YOU ANSWERED 'YES' TO ANY OF THE ABOVE, DISCONTINUE APPLICATION AND LEAVE PREMISES IMMEDIATELY. I SUGGEST RUNNING.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ESSAY SECTION:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In 50 words or less, what does 'LATE' mean to you?______________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In 50 words or less, what does 'DON'T TOUCH MY DAUGHTER' mean to you?_______________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In 50 words or less, what does 'ABSTINENCE' mean to you?______________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;REFERENCES SECTION:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Church you attend ___________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How often you attend ________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When would be the best time to interview your:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;father? ____________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mother? ___________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pastor? ____________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SHORT-ANSWER SECTION:Answer by filling in the blank. Please answer freely, all answers are confidential.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A: If I were shot, the last place I would want shot would be:__________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;B: If I were beaten, the last bone I would want broken is my:_________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;C: A woman's place is in the:________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;D: The one thing I hope this application does not ask me about is:_____________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E. What do you want to do IF you grow up?_____________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;F. When I meet a girl, the thing I always notice about her first is:__________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;G. What is the current going rate of a hotel room? __________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I SWEAR THAT ALL INFORMATION SUPPLIED ABOVE IS TRUE AND CORRECT TO THE BEST OF MY KNOWLEDGE UNDER PENALTY OF DEATH, DISMEMBERMENT, NATIVE AMERICAN ANTI TORTURE, CRUCIFIXION, ELECTROCUTION, CHINESE WATER TORTURE, RED HOT POKERS, AND HILLARY CLINTON KISS TORTURE._________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Applicant's Signature (that means sign your name, moron!)_______________________________ ________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mother's Signature Father's Signature_______________________________ ________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pastor/Priest/ Rabbi State Representative/CongressmanThank you for your interest, and it had better be genuine and non-sexual. Please allow four to six years for processing.You will be contacted in writing if you are approved. Please do not try to call or write (since you probably can't, and it would cause you injury). If your application is rejected, you will be notified by two gentlemen wearing white ties carrying violin cases (you might want to watch your back). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38049084474254826-8687821968795138192?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/8687821968795138192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=8687821968795138192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/8687821968795138192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/8687821968795138192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2009/04/third-and-hopefully-last-post-of-day.html' title='third (and hopefully last) post of the day.'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-2494698271612180380</id><published>2009-04-16T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T08:03:05.541-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survey'/><title type='text'>100 truths you'd want to know about me (a survey)</title><content type='html'>i just saw this from a friend of mine's blog and i thought i should post it up too. GAH! boredom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo1. Real name:---) Dianne Dycueco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;002. Nickname:---) Di, Dee, Double Dee, Dianney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;003. Married:---) no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;004. Zodiac sign:---) capricorn i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;005 . Male or female:---) Female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;007. Middle Name:---) don;t remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;008 . Interests:---) anime, books and food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;010. Hair color:---) black, dyed burgundy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o11. Long or short:---) midway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;015. Are you a health freak:---) no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;016. Weight:---) umm.. ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;017. Do you have a crush on someone?:---) more than a crush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;018 . Do you like yourself:---) I think so... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;019. Piercings:---) On the ear, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;020 . Tattoos:---) none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;021. Righty or lefty:---) lefty. one of the 10%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;FIRSTS :&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;022. First surgery:---) never had one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;023. First piercing:---) Ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;027 . First pet:---) tadpoles. RIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;030. First crush:---) James. that was before i left Saudi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;CURRENTLY :&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;049. Eating:---) nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;050. Drinking:---) nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;052. I'm about to:---) watch &lt;em&gt;Coffee Prince&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;053. Listening to:---) basketball noises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;058. Want kids:---) yep. maybe. i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;059. Want to get married:---) yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;WHICH IS BETTER? :&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;068. Lips or eyes:---) Eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;069. Hugs or kisses:---) BOTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;070. Shorter or taller:---) Someone taller than me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;072. Romantic or spontaneous:---) Spontaneously Romantic, or Romantically Spontaneous. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;073. Nice stomach or nice arms:---) doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;074 . Sensitive or loud:---) can't i have both?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;075 . Hook-up or relationship:--- ) Relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;077. Trouble maker or hesitant..---) hesitant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;078. Kissed a stranger:---) Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;079. Drank bubbles:---) not the bubbles itself. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;080. Lost glasses/contacts:---) yeah I lost my glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08 1. Ran away from home:---) nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0 82. Liked someone younger:---) yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;083 . Older:---) yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;084 . Broken someone's heart.---) Unintentionally, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;085. Been arrested:---) Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;086. Turned someone down:---) yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;087. Cried when someone died:---) Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;088 . Liked a friend:---) err.. i don't know actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;089. Yourself:---) sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;090. Miracles:---) without a doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;091. Love at first sight:---) no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;092. Heaven:---) Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;093. Santa claus:---) no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;094. Sex on the first date:---) no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY :&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;097. Is there one person you want tobe with you right now?---) yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;098. Had more than oneboyfriend/girlfriend at a time?---) no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;099 . Do you believe in God?---) definitely, absolutely and FOREVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Post as 100 Truths You Wanna KnowAbout Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38049084474254826-2494698271612180380?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/2494698271612180380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=2494698271612180380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/2494698271612180380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/2494698271612180380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2009/04/100-truths-youd-want-to-know-about-me.html' title='100 truths you&apos;d want to know about me (a survey)'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-8698785322275186735</id><published>2009-04-16T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T08:03:40.407-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pointless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='16th of April'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>pointless new post</title><content type='html'>yes. it is what the title says. POINTLESS. so please do not even waste a minute or two of your life reading this. i just like the sound of the keyboard of my laptop :) &lt;u&gt;clickity&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;clickity&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;click&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;click&lt;/u&gt;. trivial stuff but hey. It's my blog and i shall write whatever i feel like.. so here it is. Pointless stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you what i did today.. in dot points:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;woke up around 2 in the morning and force-dreamed myself about a certain person. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;REALLY woke up @ 8.30am.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went straight to the lounge and watched the last dics of &lt;em&gt;S.A.&lt;/em&gt; (anime)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finished around 10ish.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cried for a minute or two.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watched the last two dics of &lt;em&gt;Cardcaptor Sakura&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ate my breakfast somewhere around that time :) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;MEEGORENG&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finished @ 2.30pm.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cried throughout the last episode.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cleaned the house until 3.30pm because we were SUPPOSED to have visitors &gt;_&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ivy came over and we talked while eating these amazing chocolate chip muffins.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cleaned some more until 4.30pm.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watched &lt;em&gt;Coffee Prince&lt;/em&gt; until my parents came home around 7pm.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;currently watching &lt;em&gt;American Idol&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;will be watching &lt;em&gt;Coffee Prince&lt;/em&gt; again later on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;and that's pretty much it. the agenda for the 16th of April 2009.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;till next we meet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Simply,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Dianne&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38049084474254826-8698785322275186735?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/8698785322275186735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=8698785322275186735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/8698785322275186735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/8698785322275186735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2009/04/pointless-new-post.html' title='pointless new post'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-8771114330712160586</id><published>2009-04-14T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T03:47:14.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>two words, MOVIE MARATHON.</title><content type='html'>as i have said in the title, &lt;u&gt;MOVIE MARATHON. &lt;/u&gt;It was supposed to be a group event with some of my good friends :D but they all bailed on me (dirty dogs :P) Luckily, there is one person who didn't bail and this person deserves a standing ovation. His name is &lt;em&gt;Vince.&lt;/em&gt; I will name my future child Vince (I don't know if he will take it as a compliment though) because i can. After those people bailed on me it was just going to be my sister and i. We planned on watching &lt;em&gt;Watchmen.&lt;/em&gt; Vinny boy said he would join us if we watched a different movie. But as stubborn as i was, i wanted to watch Watchmen so therefore a compromise was made. This was the compromise: &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I would pay for his ticket to see &lt;em&gt;Watchmen&lt;/em&gt; and THEN we'll go see the movie he picked right after. Good compromise if i say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since it was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cheap Movie Tuesdays&lt;/span&gt; then i didn't really lose much. Maybe just an inch of my dignity since i pretty much text-begged him lol. But nevertheless he is one of my favourite person in the WORLD! oh and the other movie we watched was &lt;em&gt;Monsters vs Aliens&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So overall rating of the afternoon.. a &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;eight point five out of ten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh when i got home from this awesome outing i ate too much for dinner so i currently have a stomach ache. thanks! Nice to know that food can ALSO cause you pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;You know you love me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Dianne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38049084474254826-8771114330712160586?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/8771114330712160586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=8771114330712160586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/8771114330712160586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/8771114330712160586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2009/04/two-words-movie-marathon.html' title='two words, MOVIE MARATHON.'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-3228976546348433902</id><published>2009-04-12T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T02:42:05.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Production.</title><content type='html'>I'll start of with this.... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;ONE AND A BLOODY HALF HOURS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you get the picture? well hopefully you do. For those of you who don't know, i am part of the choir in our church :D Yes i did say choir. Funny aint it? Well anyway, here i was in the choir in my (if i say so myself) SMASHING red combo and awesome heels AND i did not know that we had to stay there for the whole easter production. One thing about these heels i was wearing is that it is comfortable....when you're walking NOT when you're &lt;em&gt;standing still. &lt;/em&gt;Yes, standing still. it was terrible O_o the horror of it all man!! and since i had to do it for BOTH services, that is equivalent to three hours of standing still in the heels. eep!!! A friend of mine recently said, "&lt;em&gt;Beauty is pain.&lt;/em&gt;" Well ma chere, i know what it means...FINALLY! :) I can only smile to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOpefully i can find a picture and put it up here for you to see. but i dont think i have one so maybe later. Yes? Can you be patient? I'll take that as a yes. Arigato gozaimasu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened today, although we did watch &lt;em&gt;17 again&lt;/em&gt;. You know, the one with Zac Effron. it was quite good and funny too. Favourite line in the movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;You can plunder my dungeon anytime you want.&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAOLOLOMGBBQ.&lt;br /&gt;that is all&lt;br /&gt;thank you very much&lt;br /&gt;*bows*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Forever Yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(until i get bored again),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Dianne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38049084474254826-3228976546348433902?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/3228976546348433902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=3228976546348433902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/3228976546348433902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/3228976546348433902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-production.html' title='Easter Production.'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-1544234009201659911</id><published>2009-04-10T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T05:51:37.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the prodigal daughter returns :)</title><content type='html'>i guess i should start with a toast..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..&lt;em&gt;Happy One Year&lt;/em&gt; for the creation of this blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;yay! i can't believe i'm starting this again but i guess its just that i needed a place to vent my current thoughts. and there have been a lot of them in here.. sigh :( Many things has happened since i last posted here. Events has &lt;u&gt;evolved&lt;/u&gt; in such a rate where it just needs to be said to someone, or to something-such as this blog spot. That's enough for the introduction and onto more pressing matters....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Well now, where should i start?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmm....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The last time i posted was on December right? well that was ONE month since i met &lt;em&gt;Him&lt;/em&gt;. And the friendship has progressed into something bigger..and better. For whose case- i do not know. And it has been four months since then. This is where i'll start my story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"&lt;em&gt;The past will always catch up&lt;/em&gt;." Ever heard of that saying (not how i phrased it)? well it kind of did in my situation. It happened a couple of weeks ago. And it's still worrying me. The story is: His ex wants him back and i don't want to let him go. Complications, complications right? The sad thing about this is that she has a lot more to offer him than i do. AND they do have history. She's attractive and has a great personality- more than i could become. But somehow, everytime i hear about her and him, my insides feels like they're being pulled apart..  i know it's not the L word because that's something we can never take lightly. But i dont want to let him go, no matter how selfish i sound. I can't bear the thought that i would have to give this person who has also become my friend. NO.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;so now here i am, waiting for him to say something. say that everything will be alright. say that YOU are my choice. say that "&lt;em&gt;I am yours and you are mine.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;But i think i'll have to wait a little longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Till then..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Dianne.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38049084474254826-1544234009201659911?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/1544234009201659911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=1544234009201659911' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/1544234009201659911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/1544234009201659911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2009/04/prodigal-daughter-returns.html' title='the prodigal daughter returns :)'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-2513557645531598950</id><published>2008-12-02T02:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T03:17:20.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy December</title><content type='html'>well bloggers, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY DECEMBER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;to youu!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This month is going to be great. i just know it.. Not only is it the month of my birthday but its also &lt;em&gt;Christmas&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Don't you just love December?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sigh =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyway, i just know it'll be the best summer EVER! there are so many opportunities that i can grab [and trust me i will GRAB it all] its just unbelievable. I don't think i've ever felt like this.. I mean is it okay for me to feel like this? &lt;em&gt;Just like this&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know i just realised something very important.. And it took me a while to figure it out too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like someone. Not as in a crush as i always do.. but i actually LIKE HIM! omgosh. i can't believe it. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm a human with a heart&lt;/span&gt;. this person helped me figured it out too.. And to think it was all there. I used to think that you can't like someone you hardly know. but i asked my dear and lovely sister how it felt for her and she said that&lt;em&gt; "I hardly knew him, but i know that i liked him. I still do infact. I only gotten to know him afterwards."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you know what that means bloggers? I HAVE EMOTIONS.  *laughs* and i love this feeling. it's just so wonderful and amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But there is one glitch to this situation. I don't know whether he likes me too. He's in a situation where he can choose anyone he wants and it usually isn't me. if you don't mind me being straight forward, but he is quite a &lt;em&gt;catch&lt;/em&gt; ;) well to me anyway. but i'm sure to others too. so why would he choose a &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;girl&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; [yes, a girl. not a woman] like &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; instead of a more &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sophisticated woman&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yet even so, i just want to thank him that he has given me the opportunity to feel like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to feel like i can do anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Besides the Almighty God, of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so.. my mysterious man,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;from the bottom of my heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Dianne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38049084474254826-2513557645531598950?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/2513557645531598950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=2513557645531598950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/2513557645531598950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/2513557645531598950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-december.html' title='Happy December'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-1065333229556239393</id><published>2008-11-29T02:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T04:23:34.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia ☺</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;these are just some pictures that i dug up from my sister's pc. It brought back some memories..and you might not even know this but &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;Nostalgia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; is one of my favourite feelings. Whether it may be good or bad, i will take them in any form. anyway enjoy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/STEeivc9A-I/AAAAAAAAACk/AwP17SrYNkg/s1600-h/CCI00007.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274030220829852642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/STEeivc9A-I/AAAAAAAAACk/AwP17SrYNkg/s320/CCI00007.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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/STEeivc9A-I/AAAAAAAAACk/AwP17SrYNkg/s1600-h/CCI00007.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was drawn in April 2007- it was the year of &lt;em&gt;sketches&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;scans&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;..♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;drawn for my &lt;em&gt;gaiaonline&lt;/em&gt; avatar, &lt;u&gt;Tuesdays-Child&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/STEgaTnK4nI/AAAAAAAAACs/z-JPAhzxpkI/s1600-h/South+Island+Fotos+2+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274032274940813938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/STEgaTnK4nI/AAAAAAAAACs/z-JPAhzxpkI/s320/South+Island+Fotos+2+068.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;it doesn't get any &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1337-3r&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; than that!!&lt;br /&gt;taken in South Island, NZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 2006 [BAND CAMP]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/STEiOCWUNqI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NSOtjMM1uDw/s1600-h/DSC00105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274034263171544738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/STEiOCWUNqI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NSOtjMM1uDw/s320/DSC00105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah. when water restriction wasn't a problem. sigh&lt;br /&gt;taken at the Dycueco residence [NZ] in June 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i call this, &lt;em&gt;Young and Free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/STEkw-wMgVI/AAAAAAAAADE/Vx5g3LzfS3A/s1600-h/P1030068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274037062525026642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/STEkw-wMgVI/AAAAAAAAADE/Vx5g3LzfS3A/s320/P1030068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;singing karaoke last August 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/STEmKWQq5yI/AAAAAAAAADM/AVyjkONhmWA/s1600-h/long+weekend+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274038597843609378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/STEmKWQq5yI/AAAAAAAAADM/AVyjkONhmWA/s320/long+weekend+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just pure... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;childishness&lt;/span&gt;..!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;unbound by laws&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;responsiblities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;March 2008&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;last but not least...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274044159142066626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/STErODti-cI/AAAAAAAAADU/tInhG6KKIdQ/s320/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;just a piece of paper written by someone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;quite interesting don't you think?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;line 15&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;anyway i must go. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Church tomorrow after all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;goodnight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;as always,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Dianne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38049084474254826-1065333229556239393?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/1065333229556239393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=1065333229556239393' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/1065333229556239393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/1065333229556239393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2008/11/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia ☺'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/STEeivc9A-I/AAAAAAAAACk/AwP17SrYNkg/s72-c/CCI00007.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-4642881363418109698</id><published>2008-11-26T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T15:37:43.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A feeling. Only felt</title><content type='html'>I find myself searching for you each morning.&lt;br /&gt;hoping that you will be &lt;u&gt;beside&lt;/u&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;that face that i cannot forget.&lt;br /&gt;those eyes that sees through my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;walls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;those&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;lips&lt;/span&gt; that can warm the&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; deepest&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;winter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way you smile your &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;crooked smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;even when i babble like a little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet how can i say these things,&lt;br /&gt;when it is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you who take me from my &lt;u&gt;sleep&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you who &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;crowds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my mind with foolish nonsense&lt;br /&gt;at the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;brink of destruction&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but even if it is so, i will &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;accept my fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For it is you who brought me the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;laughter&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;sorrow&lt;/span&gt; that my heart aches for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;As it &lt;u&gt;aches&lt;/u&gt; for &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll be &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;when i see your &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;name&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;on my phone.&lt;br /&gt;or when the computer &lt;em&gt;dings&lt;/em&gt; your name.&lt;br /&gt;for i will be strong. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;for &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;both&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i know that&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;boys like you and girls like me were never meant to be&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i enclose my feelings into this post.&lt;br /&gt;after all it is a feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;that only i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;goodbye, my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;faithfully yours,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dianne&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38049084474254826-4642881363418109698?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/4642881363418109698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=4642881363418109698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/4642881363418109698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/4642881363418109698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2008/11/feeling-only-felt.html' title='A feeling. Only felt'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-7867312451559956182</id><published>2008-11-25T19:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T19:58:48.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the reason why guys like girls &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;this is not a detailed explanation or an answer to the question. it is &lt;u&gt;merely&lt;/u&gt; an opinion of a guy of this topic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Here are a few reasons why guys like girls:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; They will always smell good even if its just shampoo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; The way their heads always find the right spot on your shoulder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; How cute they look when they sleep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; The ease in which they fit into your arms &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; The way they kiss you and all of a sudden everything is right in the world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt; How cute they are when they eat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt; The way they take hours to get dressed but in the end it makes it all worth while &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt;Because they are always warm even when its minus 30 outside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt; The way they look good no matter what they wear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt; The way they fish for compliments even though you both know that you think she's the most beautiful thing on this earth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;11.&lt;/span&gt; How cute they are when they argue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;12.&lt;/span&gt; The way her hand always finds yours &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;13.&lt;/span&gt;The way they smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;14.&lt;/span&gt; The way you feel when you see their name on the call ID after you just had a big fight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;15.&lt;/span&gt; The way she says 'lets not fight anymore' even though you know that an hour later.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;16.&lt;/span&gt; The way they kiss when you do something nice for them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;17.&lt;/span&gt; The way they kiss you when you say 'I love you' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;18.&lt;/span&gt; Actually ... just the way they kiss you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;19.&lt;/span&gt; The way they fall into your arms when they cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;20.&lt;/span&gt; Then the way they apologize for crying over something that silly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;21.&lt;/span&gt; The way they hit you and expect it to hurt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;22.&lt;/span&gt; Then the way they apologize when it does hurt. (even though you don't admit it)! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;23.&lt;/span&gt;The way they say 'I miss you' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;24.&lt;/span&gt; The way you miss them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;25.&lt;/span&gt; The way their tears make you want to change the world so that it doesn't hurt her anymore..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Yet regardless if you love them, hate them, wish they would die or know that you would die without them ... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;it matters not&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Because once in your life, whatever they were to the world they become &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;When &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; look them in the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;eyes&lt;/span&gt;, traveling to the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;depths&lt;/span&gt; of their souls and you say a &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;million&lt;/span&gt; things &lt;em&gt;without trace of a sound&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;you know that your own life is &lt;strong&gt;inevitable&lt;/strong&gt; consumed within the &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;rhythmic beatings&lt;/span&gt; of her very heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;We love them for a million reasons, &lt;u&gt;No paper would do it justice.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;It is a thing not of the mind but of the heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;A &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;feeling&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Only felt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Truly yours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Dianne&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/38049084474254826-7867312451559956182?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/7867312451559956182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=7867312451559956182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/7867312451559956182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/7867312451559956182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2008/11/reason-why-guys-like-girls-3.html' title='the reason why guys like girls &lt;3'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-3771830854254606037</id><published>2008-11-24T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T19:16:31.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Claire de Lune - Debussy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All i want to do this week is to..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;cry&lt;/span&gt; and nothing else&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not to be able to &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not even to be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;conscious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Just only to cry until the waves carry me down with them&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;signing as always,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dianne&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; 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- Debussy'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-3959813403580905757</id><published>2008-11-24T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T04:25:23.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the appearance of the Red Scarf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;many things happened yesterday and i can't believe that i'm only writing about it tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so sorry folks. hopefully it doesn't happen again =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Anyway, yesterday i was rostered in our church choir. it was quite nostalgic because i haven't been up there in a very long time.. and it took me a while to get used to it again. twas the exams, i tell you.. they screw up your life. Continuing from the story &lt;strong&gt;Annie&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Ai Ming&lt;/strong&gt; , &lt;strong&gt;Aubrey&lt;/strong&gt; and I went to &lt;em&gt;Chinatown &lt;/em&gt;to go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yum Cha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;in a restaurant called &lt;u&gt;Sharkfin&lt;/u&gt;. it's pretty good too although the service was...bad. it took us a long time to get our food just because there were only four of us. anyway, we got our food.. and let me tell you....OHHHHH!! justby looking at it i was already full. SOOOOOO GOOOOOOOD!! lol. personally my favourite was the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Mango &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Pudding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. i would show you a picture but i can't reach my phone and i'm pretty much CBB right now. except for this post of course!! ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;so after the yum cha we went to go for a walk. after all we felt quite guilty [well i dont know about them] about how much we ate O_o. trust me.. if you don't.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;the bill &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;$112&lt;/span&gt; will convince you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;annie decided she wanted to buy her camera in Jb so we went with her.. next was Cotton On and then Novo.. haha.. ah Novo. While Aubrey was trying on shoes me, Mingy and Annie were camwhoring.. here are some pix that might interest the &lt;i&gt;camwhoring&lt;/u&gt; business...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SSqYC0skrRI/AAAAAAAAACE/KFGy5PtPfik/s1600-h/DSC01230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272193488063343890" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SSqYC0skrRI/AAAAAAAAACE/KFGy5PtPfik/s320/DSC01230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's me and mingy. sweet and sour much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SSqYeomgN-I/AAAAAAAAACM/ZQX9Xu5AfwI/s1600-h/DSC01227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272193965852997602" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SSqYeomgN-I/AAAAAAAAACM/ZQX9Xu5AfwI/s320/DSC01227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;annie, me and ai ming =] the trio!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SSqZvCbvW-I/AAAAAAAAACU/H6eDCgZS4Q0/s1600-h/DSC01234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272195347176709090" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SSqZvCbvW-I/AAAAAAAAACU/H6eDCgZS4Q0/s320/DSC01234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;annie and I without the camera's flash. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyway that's all the time i have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tune in tomorrow. i may have news then..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;for now.. Ta-ra lads and ladies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;signing off,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Miss Dianne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38049084474254826-3959813403580905757?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/3959813403580905757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=3959813403580905757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/3959813403580905757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/3959813403580905757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2008/11/appearance-of-red-scarf.html' title='the appearance of the &lt;i&gt;Red Scarf&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SSqYC0skrRI/AAAAAAAAACE/KFGy5PtPfik/s72-c/DSC01230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-2082498697003698960</id><published>2008-11-20T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T03:58:11.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just an update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;just want to start with a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;WOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;anyway you must be wondering why i started with this. well we had Cross Culture today and it was fun actually. i was a bit nervous at first because i was going to see &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; who i havent seen in a while.. *blush* and i talked to random people who i havent met and it was quite an interesting conversation too. hehe. its all about the music and all ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;anyway that's not the point. this is where the story starts okay? so this guy, &lt;u&gt;Jasonn&lt;/u&gt;, comes up to me and my sister. And he asked us if we wee coming to his 21st tomorow. but i told him i couldnt because of emily's 18th party. so things happened [not bad things] but later on i asked my dad if i could go to jason's party as well.. and he said &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;! imagine my surprise when he said that. after all the party is in, get this.. &lt;u&gt;CAROLINE SPRINGS&lt;/u&gt;. duuuude! that's sooooooo far away. but nevertheless i was allowed to go after em's party so im really excited about it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;YIKES! i have so much to do tomorow. must make a list..:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;Buy a dress&lt;/em&gt;. - yes i do need a dress for this shindid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;Help ate buy shoes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;Buy a gift bag for Jase's gift&lt;/em&gt;. - a gift bag? O_o whatever for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;4.&lt;em&gt; Go to Ai Ming's house to finish up Em's gift&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;aiyo!! so much to do, so little time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so for now people of the blogging world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Adios, Sayonarra&amp;amp; Bonne Nuit&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;from a friendly neighbour,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Dianne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38049084474254826-2082498697003698960?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/2082498697003698960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=2082498697003698960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/2082498697003698960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/2082498697003698960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-update.html' title='just an &lt;u&gt;update&lt;/u&gt;'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-878389220610336976</id><published>2008-11-19T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:09:55.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tags</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is what people call a 'tag'. but in &lt;em&gt;Friendster&lt;/em&gt;, we call it a survey. weird right? okay let's begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tagged by Ai Ming&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;1. &lt;u&gt;who are u?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dianne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;2. &lt;u&gt;If you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking fairytale wise, yes i would like to find my True Love ♥ but that's just make believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;3. &lt;u&gt;Have you ever thought of committing suicide?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. try to find the things in life that are worth living for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;4. &lt;u&gt;What would you do if you won the Miss Universe?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...  i would wish for World Peace. lol. [if you don't get it.. well too bad!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;5. &lt;u&gt;Will you fall in love with your best friend?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if he was a guy then i might.. it really depends on how things turn out. but i wish i wouldn't coz it might break our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;6. &lt;u&gt;Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both. as Ai Ming said "&lt;em&gt;give and take&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;7. &lt;u&gt;What would be the most ideal way to wake up to in the morning?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sun shining through my windows and the other answer is... private xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;8. &lt;u&gt;If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if he was already attached then i wouldnt do anything about it. maybe when he's unattached then if i still feel the same way then i'd tell him ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;9. &lt;u&gt;If you like to act with someone, who will it be? Your gf/bf or an actress/actor?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend and girlfriend.. definitely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;10. &lt;u&gt;Will you invite for Ex bf/gf to your wedding dinner?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depends on the circumstance that we are in. if we were still friends and if he's already happily.. attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;11. &lt;u&gt;How would you see yourself in ten years time.?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;working in the city with a car like Jason's =P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;living in a gorgeous and affordable appartment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;taking care of the most beautiful sheepdog/husky/german shepherd xD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;12. &lt;u&gt;What makes you happy?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm a simple girl to please. when &lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt; name dings on msn. when someone makes me smile because of a &lt;em&gt;lame joke.&lt;/em&gt; or even when i'm reading a really &lt;em&gt;good book&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;13. &lt;u&gt;What's the first thing you do when you wake up?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;open my eyes? daydream about my dream.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;14. &lt;u&gt;Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes of course. why commit in the first place? geez..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;15. &lt;/u&gt;If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. that's a hard one. i would pray for wisdom.. and we'll see then. =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;16. &lt;u&gt;Would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing the someone has done?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. because we can never move on if we dont forget.. we'll always be stuck in the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;17. &lt;u&gt;Do you prefer being single or having a relationship?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wouldnt know. never been in a relationship. but i think both has its ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;18. &lt;u&gt;If your girlfriend/boyfriend told u that she/he is actually a prince/princess, what will u do?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dude. this is so &lt;em&gt;the Prince and Me. &lt;/em&gt;what would you like me to say? get married and live happily ever after?? err... i wouldn't know what to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38049084474254826-878389220610336976?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/878389220610336976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=878389220610336976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/878389220610336976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/878389220610336976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2008/11/tags.html' title='Tags'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-1955166861628249519</id><published>2008-11-19T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T02:06:18.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a song i was listening to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;while i was cleaning the house [yes, even i have to do chores] i was listening- &lt;em&gt;*sneeze*&lt;/em&gt; whoops.. sorry about that.. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;anyway i was listening to the CD that ai ming gave me while cleaning my room.. and this song got me thinking about my situation. haha! corny right? well tell me what you think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;"Voice on the radio"&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;by Marie Digby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last night I fell in love with a stranger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Behind the glass house he came walking out the backdoor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Into a crowd of screaming girls calling his name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never saw it coming, the way a voice can make me feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I fear that I am falling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I should be old enough to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not to fall in love with the voice on the radio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So here I stand fighting what I feel for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Torn between what reason says and how I really feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And here I stand, wondering what to say to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoping that you feel the same, the same as I do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's in a rock band with a voice like an angel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And eyes of a raven sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And suddenly I find myself twelve years old again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dreaming of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But who am I kidding to even think that you might see me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's in the stars that girls like me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And boys like you were never meant to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So here I stand fighting what I feel for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Torn between what reason says and how I really feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And here I stand, wondering what to say to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoping that you feel the same, the same as I do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Would you be &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;scared &lt;/span&gt;if I told you &lt;u&gt;I like you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;would you run&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; if I told you &lt;u&gt;I love you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuz here I stand fighting what I feel for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Torn between what reason says and how I really feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And here I stand, wondering what to say to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoping that you feel the same, the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I do, as I do, as I do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never saw it coming the way a voice can make me feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I fear that I am falling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I should be old enough to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Not to fall in love with the voice on the radio&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6600cc;"&gt;i know its a bit squished but please take time to read it. it's a good song. and it makes you think.. you can say it's like a story. and those kinds of songs are the ones i love ^_^.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;anyway my favourite lines are the ones underlined.. and i dont know why they are. but they just spoke to me. it's just a simple line yet it can bring about so many memories and &lt;u&gt;hopes&lt;/u&gt;. i really don't know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;probably im just a &lt;em&gt;hopeless romantic&lt;/em&gt; =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Signing off,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Dianne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38049084474254826-1955166861628249519?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/1955166861628249519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=1955166861628249519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/1955166861628249519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/1955166861628249519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2008/11/song-i-was-listening-to.html' title='a &lt;u&gt;song&lt;/u&gt; i was listening to...'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-7784240041229937568</id><published>2008-11-17T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T15:20:28.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ps. i forgot to add this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lol. hehe. i didnt want to be too depressing in that last post so i'll add this one in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;im currently watching &lt;u&gt;TCM movies&lt;/u&gt; in &lt;em&gt;FOXTEL, &lt;/em&gt;and i just finished watching JUdy Garland's 1948 'Easter Parade'.. it's soo.. musical... AND MUCH BETTER THAN '&lt;em&gt;HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL'&lt;/em&gt; ill tell you that.. and its coloured too lol. its quite different from movies that we have now.. here, the actresses have a &lt;u&gt;porcelain-like beauty&lt;/u&gt; while now our Hollywood stars are succumbing to fake tan like they were &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;water&lt;/span&gt; itself! [which btw can kill you.. HELLO!! ever heard of Final Destination 3??]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;yep. just thought i'd share it with y'all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and now im currently watching 'Jumbo' starring an elephant and Doris Day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;signing out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Dianne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ps. Doris Day rocks my socks too!! ^_______^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38049084474254826-7784240041229937568?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/7784240041229937568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=7784240041229937568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/7784240041229937568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/7784240041229937568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2008/11/ps-i-forgot-to-add-this.html' title='ps. i forgot to add this...'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-1693451464278142238</id><published>2008-11-17T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T14:22:51.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the complexity of.. LIFE</title><content type='html'>i just cannot imagine that i'm actually finished. yikes O_o now actually i have to deal with life starting from now.. it's been a great and painful couple of weeks and now i have to get a..JOB. and things haven't been the best so far..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been invited to three parties on friday this week. and that's a first. lol. but circumstance became too complicated.. and it's been a heart hammering, sleep taking night..EVER!! and im just so tired trying to please everyone so that there wouldn't be any...problems and inconvenience. ARGH!! and im. just. TOO. tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GIVE ME A BREAK PEOPLE. stop being snippy about things!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just try to effing relax. @_@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;signing out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Dianne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;ps. is it too hard to understand that we are two separate beings?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;is it so hard to learn my name. and who i am?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;because i feel like i have a twin. in which i dont..!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND WE ARE NOT JOINED IN THE HIP!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38049084474254826-1693451464278142238?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/1693451464278142238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=1693451464278142238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/1693451464278142238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/1693451464278142238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2008/11/complexity-of-life.html' title='the complexity of.. &lt;i&gt;LIFE&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-1746671163908074174</id><published>2008-11-10T03:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T03:56:28.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>from Twilight...♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"When you can live&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;What do you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;for??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;-from Stephenie Meyer's, '&lt;em&gt;Twilight'&lt;/em&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/38049084474254826-1746671163908074174?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/1746671163908074174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=1746671163908074174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/1746671163908074174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/1746671163908074174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2008/11/from-twilight.html' title='from &lt;i&gt;Twilight&lt;/i&gt;...♥'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-2324249982512411459</id><published>2008-11-08T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T21:56:19.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a one liner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"you &lt;u&gt;shouldn't&lt;/u&gt; try to take out a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;splinter&lt;/span&gt; in another's eye &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you yourself face a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;log&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Dianne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;=3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38049084474254826-2324249982512411459?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/2324249982512411459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=2324249982512411459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/2324249982512411459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/2324249982512411459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-liner.html' title='a one liner'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-3356072412792934379</id><published>2008-11-07T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T00:15:19.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>♪Basically what we're gonna do is dance♪</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;twas just listening to &lt;em&gt;Vanessa Hudgen&lt;/em&gt;'s song "Sneaker Night". Honestly? It's a great.. err.. concept. but the arrangement of it was terrible. but i love the title &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;there's no specific topic for this blog. soOoO. uhm. yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;oh yeah! i got talking to one of my friends back in nz yesterday. his name is &lt;u&gt;Shelwin&lt;/u&gt;. I havent really talked to him in a long time and i consider him as one of my best friends. its a funny story acutally. if you have time i'll tell you how we met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;believe it or not, i was in our school's debating team a long time ago. i was chosen to be one of the leaders-not because of my exceptional debating skills but because i have a "clear" voice. grr.. what do i say to that!? well anyway, here i was without a group and then came &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Shelwin&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Taylor&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Taylor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;didnt seem like the type who would join the debating club. he's popular, class clown and the life of the party. but he is courageous and he's not afraid to speak infront of a crowd. he's funny too lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;while &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shelwin&lt;/span&gt;, well.. he also doesnt seem like the type who would join the club too. he's got his own band and he seems like he's more interested in other things than debating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;yet fate brought us together at that time in this unusual bunch- me, Shelwin and Taylor. three different people, three different cliques and three different personalities. but anyway, there we were. we had our first debate and we lost that one. well, we lost every single competition but that's okay. we really and truly sucked but it was fun.. it was all because of Taylor.. his most famous lines were:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;"im sorry, im completely blank!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Cellphones r gud because "im sorry, i forgot my glasses... it totally slipped my mind"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;lol. good times my friend. good times. well that's how i met him. and i've always considered him as my best friend you know? i never know what to expect when i talk to him.. "&lt;em&gt;being relevant is irrelevant.&lt;/em&gt;" see what i mean?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&gt;&gt;i just wanted to let him know that i will &lt;u&gt;always&lt;/u&gt; be his friend. whether i am here in australia or there in new zealand-there's no difference. just as long as we have msn and bebo aye? haha. and please don't be depressed. find the &lt;em&gt;good things&lt;/em&gt; in the world and &lt;em&gt;hold on&lt;/em&gt; to that. if you can't find anything.. talk to llakyn. she'll tell you a few~ you make me smile even when it's just your nic that pops up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;i've never said to any boy before but.. i really really like ya~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;[not that way..you know what i mean ^_^]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;signing off,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Dianne&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/38049084474254826-3356072412792934379?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/3356072412792934379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=3356072412792934379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/3356072412792934379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/3356072412792934379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2008/11/basically-what-were-gonna-do-is-dance.html' title='♪Basically what we&apos;re gonna do is dance♪'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-4843704562324997253</id><published>2008-11-06T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T17:02:45.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>INTENSELY blogging....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;yikes&lt;/span&gt;!! i just finished my methods 1 exam!! OMG! what can i say?? i've never hated &lt;em&gt;volumes&lt;/em&gt; like i hated it today.. i guess there is some calculus involved in it.. BUT &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;WHO CARES &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;about calculus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?! how is it that something that frustrating can even be in the course?? was it invented purely for the satisfaction of making &lt;strong&gt;US&lt;/strong&gt; suffer?? i mean.. i dont mind maths in general..when it was still adsition and subtraction LOL! xD but as i said in the two previous posts... LIFE GOES ON.. and i shouldnt be whining about this.. after all this is the last time i'll ever have to do methods so... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;might as well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SROK3Ub3j0I/AAAAAAAAAB0/WF6Uuzja4oE/s1600-h/z97276164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265705072309276482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SROK3Ub3j0I/AAAAAAAAAB0/WF6Uuzja4oE/s320/z97276164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;anyway, i have to relax my brain for tonight.. so im going to be watching Hana Kimi live action Japan Version!! LOL i've already seen it before but i love&lt;3&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;this is him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SROLn_mo5nI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Qz14x0pg0wQ/s1600-h/db4737d0eea270_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265705908530898546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SROLn_mo5nI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Qz14x0pg0wQ/s320/db4737d0eea270_full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;dont you think he looks cute?? personally, i dont mind how he looks. oh but if you've seen him in this live action... WOW!! sooooooo0o0o funny &gt;___&lt; color="#000000" size="5"&gt;LAUGH&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt; his name is &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Toma_Ikuta"&gt;Toma Ikuta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.. yep. &lt;3Shuichi Nakatsu in Hana Kimi. unfortunately he doesnt get the girl in the end but i still love him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chin up boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw.. the most unusual event just happened to me just after my exam this morning.. this guy i know told me to meet him infront of the canteen right. the day before he told me that he has a surprise for me. andd so when i went there and he brought it out of his bag and guess what face was staring at me? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;RENJI'S&lt;/span&gt;!! from &lt;em&gt;Bleach&lt;/em&gt; &lt;3 oomg i was so shocked and i didnt even know what to do.. so i thanked him and pondered a lot about this. im still looking at it right now.&lt;br /&gt;err so this is a call for anyone who could help me with this.. if you think you could help me.. PLEASE DO!! comment me on the newly added chat box okay??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway im signing off...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..for now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;until the next we meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Truly yours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dianne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38049084474254826-4843704562324997253?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/4843704562324997253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=4843704562324997253' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/4843704562324997253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/4843704562324997253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2008/11/intensely-blogging.html' title='INTENSELY blogging....'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SROK3Ub3j0I/AAAAAAAAAB0/WF6Uuzja4oE/s72-c/z97276164.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-4179541825170135618</id><published>2008-11-06T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T05:20:51.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a midnight thought....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;HAHA! you must be wondering why I, Dianne, am still awake at this ungodly hour! surely Dianne you remember that you have a Final exam tomorrow.. well, i'm glad you asked =] I am only awake at this hour so that i can relax my worn out brain so i can atleast SLEEP well tonight..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the story for tonight's blog is about what i figured out today after my accounting exam. it began with a letter. our family received this letter a long time ago stating that our electricity will be temporarily dismantled today.. so i came home, and whaddaya know?? &lt;strong&gt;NO EFFIN' electricity&lt;/strong&gt;!! @_@ so i wondered how can i numb my brain for 2 hours without electricity..? so i searched and searched.. and i came across our board game....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SRLr0lLbggI/AAAAAAAAABs/Y8h4Jg96mI4/s1600-h/title.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265530202915308034" style="WIDTH: 422px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 86px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SRLr0lLbggI/AAAAAAAAABs/Y8h4Jg96mI4/s320/title.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i convinced my sister to play with me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and what follows after,, is my story..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6600;"&gt;NB: i think that our intuition [or whatever you may call it] is more attuned when we are placed in A situation where our very future depends on it [i.e. exam periods]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;back to the story. we played for what seemed like days and eventually she STOLE TOWNSVILLE from meee!!! grr.. and then a lightbulb came [just like the ones in the cartoons]!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;why did 'they' name this game, monopoly??&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and so i thought about it and you know what? the word 'monopolise' came into view. i mean isnt the point of the game is to monopolise [or conquer] the whole board game?? you try to out-buy the person you're competing with. it's totally MIND BLOWING!! lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;you must be thinking that this girl is a complete nutter. after all who would in their right mind would dedicate a whole entire post plainly just for monopoly??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i guess i would! WHOopz~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Signing off,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Dianne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; if CBB, please skip this post as it will definitely make you less smarter than you already are xD.... Dont say i didnt warn you~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38049084474254826-4179541825170135618?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/4179541825170135618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=4179541825170135618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/4179541825170135618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/4179541825170135618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2008/11/midnight-thought.html' title='a midnight thought....'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SRLr0lLbggI/AAAAAAAAABs/Y8h4Jg96mI4/s72-c/title.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-6029923705055451191</id><published>2008-11-04T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T23:03:08.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOr graduates of 2oo8.. Read ThiS..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and i thought i'd just share it with you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ps im using blue font coz i dont think you can see it clearly with the profile theme.. but you got to admit, its pretty awesome..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;oh btw.. im trying out [again] if i can keep on continuing this blog thing.. but i guess for today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;i just wanted to share to you this thought of mine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;so you must be asking how i came across this thought right? well i was just watching Disney Channel [yes dorky ain't it??] and i was switching channels when i came across this episode of &lt;em&gt;Kim Possible.. &lt;/em&gt;and its about her high school graduation. Of course her sidekick , Ron Stoppable, was panicking about the future and how it is the beginning of changes. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and it got me thinking that.. wow. im actually going through the same situation as Kim and the rest of MIddleton High. Its even hard for me to say that dreaded "G" word.. And it really scared the hell out of me! O-o This means that there's no more school life. no more teacher that actually cared when you're absent. NO more uniforms [im kind of partial to this]. and mostly, i won't be able to call myself a high school student anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;we spent almost &lt;strong&gt;TWELVE &lt;/strong&gt;years being in that same environment. And once we adapted to that.. can we really move away from it? i mean can lions move from the jungle into the desert? [okay bad comparison] but it is the same as that isn't it? i mean i know humans are capable to move on into unfamiliar places.. but.. i think that that first step you take is the hardest and the most terrifiying of all. yet it is inevitable for us to move forward and i guess that's something we have to accept. but that's not all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;i still haven't told you what my point is right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;well my point is.. change is one of the most &lt;em&gt;constant&lt;/em&gt; 'things' in this whole entire universe. i mean everywhere we turn, change is always there. tv's evolved from black and white into LCD and Plasma screens.. telephones from their brick like structures into hand held ones.. its awesome~ and again, inevitable.. it is not something that you should be &lt;em&gt;scared of&lt;/em&gt;, but a force that should be &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;welcomed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;embraced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.. . . as you do with your cellphones lol xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;so as &lt;em&gt;Kim Possible&lt;/em&gt; draws into an end, the last line said was, "I told you graduation is not the end of the world". it seems like, to many of us, that it is. but think about it, we still have to go through university or to some of us, TAFE and apprenticeship. and maybe then this paranoia will cease.. but nevetheless you shouldn't be afraid of the uncertainty [sp] of the future. isn't it much more exciting about not knowing? of course it is also frightening yet what is the point of adventures when there's no risks? right? ^_^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;anyway, life still goes on whether or not you take that step.. it is for you to decide on what you plan to do for y0ur future. and only &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;, my friends, who can make this decision. you cannot cheat by asking someone else to decide for you. because you shouldn't be afraid to make your own mistakes. just as long as you can say it is YOUR mistake.. =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and so, my dear friends, i encourage you to move forward and to be unafraid of what is to come in the near future. although some of you may not have finished your exams yet [like me], i still believe that we can surpass our ownself this year. after all, it is the year of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;postioning yourself to greatness. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and i believe that you will be courageous enough to take that step.. that step into.. Your. Own. Future..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;so.. Graduates of &lt;strong&gt;Mill Park Secondary College 2008&lt;/strong&gt; [and others].. ARISE!! go and grab that oppportunity that has blessed you. Walk into your own path and do not look back. Do not regret. and most of all, make the most of it as we only get one chance in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I believe we can all do this. We may part our separate ways but we all learned and grew up in the same place... and that place, is our &lt;em&gt;school&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so GO.. RUn.. Fly into the future! Meet it with expected hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Always yours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dianne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&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/38049084474254826-6029923705055451191?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/6029923705055451191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=6029923705055451191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/6029923705055451191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/6029923705055451191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-just-had-very-interesting-thought.html' title='FOr graduates of 2oo8.. Read ThiS..'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-6683126689596135284</id><published>2008-11-04T02:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T02:47:15.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>errr.. november?</title><content type='html'>this is just another trial testing thingy maggigy..&lt;br /&gt;will update more later&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38049084474254826-6683126689596135284?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/6683126689596135284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=6683126689596135284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/6683126689596135284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/6683126689596135284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2008/11/errr-november.html' title='errr.. november?'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38049084474254826.post-4379791351215079130</id><published>2008-04-18T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T07:58:34.382-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='international students'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canwhore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MPSC'/><title type='text'>First post.. and could be my last. let's see how it goes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hellow.Hi.How are j00?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;first time blogger here. heh. =_= I was kinda inspired [more like forced LoL] by a REALLY go0d friend of mine to do this. so i'd probably dedicate this first post for her... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Probably&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;anyway, i should tell you more about the history of this.. okay.. my friend [the one i was just talking about].. let's say her name is amy [alias]. she wrote down her blog URL thing on my school diary coz she was REALLY excited. and she wanted me to go see it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and so i did....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...so the rest is history =]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;and here i am. trying out this so called 'blogging'. oh in case you'd like to know i've never, &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt;, kept a diary&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; o_o. i've started.. but i failed to keep it going. woo! but we'll see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;okay. ooh this is different LoL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;we'll start from this side of the page this time. so okay. do you know its someone's birthday today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;this guy who goes to my school. he's an international student. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;and since it was his birthday,, we wanted to give him a &lt;strong&gt;little&lt;/strong&gt; gift. it wouldn't hurt right? well.. it didn't. HA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;[this all happened yesterday though,,]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;anyway, we were playing with his phone right.. and then he just walked out of the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;so me and my friend 'amy' wanted to play a little game with him. so what we did was we took pictures of ourselves using his phone. i know. it doesnt seem much right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;but to him, it does. ^^, and when he found out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;....well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;he started speaking his native language really fast @_@ and of course, i couldnt understand what he was saying. but im very fortunate that my trusting, friend 'amy' was there to translate. i can already imagine the subtitles down the screen LoL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;And that's how we spent our lunchtime yesterday. whee! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;and in dedication of this first post i shall present a picture of the birthday boy.. &lt;strong&gt;TA DAH&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190522525406250898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SAhwvH2Ax5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/jQ7Cj7hi8N4/s320/20080417260.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that's 'amy' in the left, the birthday boy and of course, me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yeah. okay. so you can't see the guy's face.. @_@ its not my fault he's so TALL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;i guess this is the end of this post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and so long...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;-Dianne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38049084474254826-4379791351215079130?l=mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/feeds/4379791351215079130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38049084474254826&amp;postID=4379791351215079130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/4379791351215079130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38049084474254826/posts/default/4379791351215079130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangoes-and-rice.blogspot.com/2008/04/first-post-and-could-be-my-last-lets.html' title='First post.. and could be my last. let&apos;s see how it goes'/><author><name>Dianne Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572170378214956981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SfRF7gftojI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JFGPNDsux1c/S220/25042009_021_.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wd65NhMi5z8/SAhwvH2Ax5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/jQ7Cj7hi8N4/s72-c/20080417260.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
