<?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-1406569378236287377</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:49:37.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ms Thalula's Imagi-Nation</title><subtitle type='html'>Your Weekly Dosage of Imaginative Assault</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msthalulaimagi-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406569378236287377/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msthalulaimagi-nation.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ms Thalula's Imagi-Nation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536098483468446192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avNxanWQszU/SRrLV6YR_vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/m0rVE8y8mwk/S220/430719679.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406569378236287377.post-3009904921324640385</id><published>2010-06-23T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T10:04:34.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;IF this is supposed to be a start, why does it feel like the end? The end of having freedom, the end to anything equalling to fun. Here comes responsibility thumping on its way, announcing itself with no shame.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I dont mind having some responsibility, I know it will make me more aware of what is important. I dont want to be selfish. But then again, my whole life has been about pleasing others. Making other people feel accepted, understanding, letting things go even without a single utter of SORRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Over and over I fall into a deep hole of phunk. Knowing the many potential I have to be whatever I want to be. But at all times adhering to the limits set by others. WHY? why should I be dicteted by what other people feel right? By the definition of their success? Suddenly being me is not enough. My submissive ways are viewed as nonchalant. I do care, that is why I let you choose what you want. And yet another submissive word is banned from my dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There seem to always be one person in my life who can suck the words out of me. Someone who I can only fight in my own mind. Because if i say it out loud, it will be accompanied by tears, gushing and streaming. In the end I know it is to no avail as it has been said and done. It has been said and done before. So to say it again feels redundant, feels self repetitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Justification. Who has the right to justify in this world? Only God can judge. Then why does all of my actions and words are judged and justified by other people? And why in the hell do I have to care about their justification of me? When all I care about is them? Does it mean; to care for a person is to believe what they say about you? Is that justified???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Posting this will not bring any different in my life. It is just to rant. I know it. You know it. So why do I bother writting this then?&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/1406569378236287377-3009904921324640385?l=msthalulaimagi-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msthalulaimagi-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/3009904921324640385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406569378236287377&amp;postID=3009904921324640385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406569378236287377/posts/default/3009904921324640385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406569378236287377/posts/default/3009904921324640385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msthalulaimagi-nation.blogspot.com/2010/06/if-this-is-supposed-to-be-start-why.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms Thalula's Imagi-Nation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536098483468446192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avNxanWQszU/SRrLV6YR_vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/m0rVE8y8mwk/S220/430719679.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406569378236287377.post-6602110294700454325</id><published>2010-05-17T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T19:56:33.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>include me in your ridiculous plan so that i can avoid it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you just happen to forget, I hate, I repeat, I despise being late. Especially to class. When arriving late, people stare when I come in. Its being disrespectful to the lecturer and in the end Ill not pay attention to the class cause I dont know what she is talking bout. Seriously. &lt;i&gt; I hate being late to class! when will you realize this? even after ive told you thhousand times. when you read this, oyull get mad, but ive told you I HATE BEING LATE TO CLASS. so  this is me telling you again in a different manner so that i might stick in your head longger.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avNxanWQszU/S_IBh_f1ceI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/C4gXrTGobf4/s320/lights.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472438180700844514" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When will you realize vienna wont wait for you. Itll sink by the time you realize its there. URGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1406569378236287377-6602110294700454325?l=msthalulaimagi-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msthalulaimagi-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/6602110294700454325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406569378236287377&amp;postID=6602110294700454325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406569378236287377/posts/default/6602110294700454325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406569378236287377/posts/default/6602110294700454325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msthalulaimagi-nation.blogspot.com/2010/05/include-me-in-your-ridiculous-plan-so.html' title='include me in your ridiculous plan so that i can avoid it'/><author><name>Ms Thalula's Imagi-Nation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536098483468446192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avNxanWQszU/SRrLV6YR_vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/m0rVE8y8mwk/S220/430719679.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avNxanWQszU/S_IBh_f1ceI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/C4gXrTGobf4/s72-c/lights.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406569378236287377.post-5569529944954228728</id><published>2010-05-06T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T04:08:11.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Yusof yangg comel!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avNxanWQszU/S-KhviLGKRI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zbG72wePAjM/s1600/Photo0636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avNxanWQszU/S-KhviLGKRI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zbG72wePAjM/s320/Photo0636.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468110735580473618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; introducing baby yusof, no no not my nephew. he's the son of  my second cousin which makes me his aunty. haha! aunty! will be that soon!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what's special about this baby is that he is actually adopted from an ingenous family and my cuz bathed him in milk everyday to avoid from him getting dark...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hes so friendly..and he almost never cries...falls asleep really easy in a boss pose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ejin is so in love with him. in fact he is the first ever baby to land in ejin's arms. she had never been a fan of babies before. A good signal as she is also going to be a baby soon. Tho it seems my youngest brother still need to learn how to hold a baby. *sigh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1406569378236287377-5569529944954228728?l=msthalulaimagi-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msthalulaimagi-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/5569529944954228728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406569378236287377&amp;postID=5569529944954228728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406569378236287377/posts/default/5569529944954228728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406569378236287377/posts/default/5569529944954228728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msthalulaimagi-nation.blogspot.com/2010/05/baby-yusof-yangg-comel.html' title='Baby Yusof yangg comel!!!'/><author><name>Ms Thalula's Imagi-Nation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536098483468446192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avNxanWQszU/SRrLV6YR_vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/m0rVE8y8mwk/S220/430719679.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avNxanWQszU/S-KhviLGKRI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zbG72wePAjM/s72-c/Photo0636.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406569378236287377.post-4136020125913896490</id><published>2010-04-21T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T03:38:17.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>too sweet for my benefit</title><content type='html'>Its been sometime since i have assaulted anyone and truthfully, i no longger feel like im up to it. Maybe im more matured, maybe ive gotten soft like half boiled egg, maybe its the avenging sun melting my bitterness of life and let it drip down the cold pavement which it then cool of like wax and crack away from me when i move.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;am i getting bland people? or i have always been bland. you think you know yourself, but when the way you describe yourself no longger fits you, you became barefoot. like an old shoe, no longger fits like a glove. going barefooted for a while...ill think of what i have become and evaluate if itll bring good or bad to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOD. everything is rushing towards me so fast, i couldnt control any of it. Ive always taken things as they go, but what if it flew by my too fast, i barely catch it? what if like a bubble, it floats by but as i touch it, it bursts into thousands sparks of cold soap that sting my eyes and leave my finggers sticky? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleepless nights devour my ability to be a straight arrow. I shoot blind these days, it startled me. I need clarity of mind and I dont think a caffeine mix would fix it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ill take a breather now. though my heart pounds and shall burst with another anxiety attack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*breath*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read this again and realize that im such a drama queen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1406569378236287377-4136020125913896490?l=msthalulaimagi-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msthalulaimagi-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/4136020125913896490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406569378236287377&amp;postID=4136020125913896490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406569378236287377/posts/default/4136020125913896490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406569378236287377/posts/default/4136020125913896490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msthalulaimagi-nation.blogspot.com/2010/04/too-sweet-for-my-benefit.html' title='too sweet for my benefit'/><author><name>Ms Thalula's Imagi-Nation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536098483468446192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avNxanWQszU/SRrLV6YR_vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/m0rVE8y8mwk/S220/430719679.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406569378236287377.post-2969234384143461748</id><published>2010-04-21T03:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T03:26:30.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Orangutan Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;center style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.orangutanproject.com/uploads/images/pic05.JPG" alt="content picture" border="0" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Im currently thinking of interning at the National Zoo with the Great Orangutan Project.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;I guess, since i love animals n conservation and events and writting, it would be the perfect job for me. But hey, I might love the idea, but I need the WOX people to love me too~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Pray that i get this job?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;I was hoping that maybe one day ill get to work with elephants too. *cross finggers*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Long way to the Zoo from PJ, yes..but worth it!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;For more info on the project:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: -10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;The Great Orangutan Project (GOP) is a collection of projects that you can become involved in, designed to save the orangutan and help local communities. You can do this in one of two ways: by volunteering on a GOP project, or holidaying on a GOP ecotour (such as our&lt;a href="http://orangutanproject.com/content.php?p=303&amp;amp;Prod=3#product" mce_href="http://orangutanproject.com/content.php?p=303&amp;amp;Prod=3#product" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-decoration: none; "&gt; fantastic Orangutan and Tribes Tour&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All GOP projects are based in Malaysia and Borneo. All of them are made possible by your money.  All GOP projects are run by WOX conservationists and not big travel operators. So rest assured in the knowledge that you will be participating in real projects that make a real difference. Each GOP project has the shared vision of increasing the size and health of Bornean orangutan populations, bringing them back from the brink of extinction.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;b style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Working together:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The GOP's collection of projects brings together a host of interested parties, including local government, local communities, conservation experts and volunteers, ensuring an holistic approach to conservation. The GOP's strength lies its collective of minds, and from their exchange of knowledge, expertise and ideas in orangutan conservation. This takes place through research, education, discussion forums, peer to peer knowledge sharing, volunteerism and through media involvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Philosophy:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here at WOX, we believe that our orangutan conservation activities, although ultimately aimed at increasing orangutan populations, should have the simultaneous aim of improving the socio-economic status of human communities living alongside orangutans. Orangutan conservation in areas inhabited by human communities cannot succeed unless consideration is given to the stake held by these communities in the natural land that surrounds them.  Engaging local people in wildife management which they can benefit from economically can create a win win situation, whereby wildlife is protected and community welfare is improved at  the same time. Put simply, make orangutan conservation so vital to local communities in Borneo that they will protect and nurture, rather than hunt and kill them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;By addressing people's needs and by helping them understand their relationship with the forest, WOX hopes to reduce poverty, encourage responsible consumption and land use, and provide economically advantageous alternatives to behaviour  that could be harmful to the orangutan by communities struggling to survive. WOX aims to abate negative human-wildlife encounters through its efforts, and to gain greater community support for orangutan conservation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;WOX currently works to achieve this through:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Responsible volunteering:  WOX believes responsible volunteering is key to creating sustainable, meaningful and successful projects which can benefit both local communities and their surrounding environment. WOX has developed an ethical and innovative aproach to volunteerism through the GOP, and succesfully runs several volunteer programmes under the GOP in Malaysia and Borneo. Find out more at our Responsible Volunteering section.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Responsible tourism: responsible tourism can be both a sustainable economic alternative and a successful orangutan conservation strategy. WOX has created ecotours that are sensitive to both the local environment and culture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Careers in conservation: by providing villagers with employment opportunities in orangutan conservation, and by making conservation economically attractive to resource owners through meaningful collaborations.&lt;br /&gt;Projects:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Great Orangutan Project has the one of the most number of orangutan projects, making WOX one of the world's foremost orangutan conservation organisations. The GOP currently operates on the ground within these areas of Malaysia and Borneo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1406569378236287377-2969234384143461748?l=msthalulaimagi-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msthalulaimagi-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/2969234384143461748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406569378236287377&amp;postID=2969234384143461748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406569378236287377/posts/default/2969234384143461748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406569378236287377/posts/default/2969234384143461748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msthalulaimagi-nation.blogspot.com/2010/04/great-orangutan-project.html' title='The Great Orangutan Project'/><author><name>Ms Thalula's Imagi-Nation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536098483468446192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avNxanWQszU/SRrLV6YR_vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/m0rVE8y8mwk/S220/430719679.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406569378236287377.post-2304328320346922623</id><published>2010-04-21T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T03:20:06.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nielsen??</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="language:en-MY;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:left; direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed;vertical-align:baseline;mso-line-break-override: restrictions;punctuation-wrap:simple"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family: Arial;mso-ascii-font-family:Arial;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:+mn-cs;color:black;mso-color-index:1;mso-font-kerning: 12.0pt;language:en-US;font-weight:bold"&gt;Job Summary:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="language:en-MY;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:left; direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed;vertical-align:baseline;mso-line-break-override: restrictions;punctuation-wrap:simple"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family: Arial;mso-ascii-font-family:Arial;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:+mn-cs;color:black;mso-color-index:1;mso-font-kerning: 12.0pt;language:en-US;font-weight:bold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="language:en-MY;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:left; direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed;vertical-align:baseline;mso-line-break-override: restrictions;punctuation-wrap:simple"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family: Arial;mso-ascii-font-family:Arial;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:+mn-cs;color:black;mso-color-index:1;mso-font-kerning: 12.0pt;language:en-US"&gt;Assist in data collection under close supervision of team leaders / supervisors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="language:en-MY;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:left; direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed;vertical-align:baseline;mso-line-break-override: restrictions;punctuation-wrap:simple"&gt;&lt;u style="text-underline:single"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-ascii-font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:+mn-cs;color:black; mso-color-index:1;mso-font-kerning:12.0pt;language:en-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="language:en-MY;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:left; direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed;vertical-align:baseline;mso-line-break-override: restrictions;punctuation-wrap:simple"&gt;&lt;u style="text-underline:single"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-ascii-font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:+mn-cs;color:black; mso-color-index:1;mso-font-kerning:12.0pt;language:en-US"&gt;Typical Responsibilities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="language:en-MY;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:left; direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed;vertical-align:baseline;mso-line-break-override: restrictions;punctuation-wrap:simple"&gt;&lt;u style="text-underline:single"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-ascii-font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:+mn-cs;color:black; mso-color-index:1;mso-font-kerning:12.0pt;language:en-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="language:en-MY;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:left; direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed;vertical-align:baseline;mso-line-break-override: restrictions;punctuation-wrap:simple"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-format:bullet;font-family:Wingdings"&gt;§&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-ascii-font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:+mn-cs;color:black; mso-color-index:1;mso-font-kerning:12.0pt;language:en-US"&gt;Conduct face to face or indoor telephone market survey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial;mso-ascii-font-family:Arial;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:+mn-cs;color:#333399;mso-color-index:5;mso-font-kerning: 12.0pt;language:en-US;font-weight:bold"&gt;(depends on the time availability)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-ascii-font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:+mn-cs;color:black; mso-color-index:1;mso-font-kerning:12.0pt;language:en-US"&gt; in accordance with the briefing procedures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="language:en-MY;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:left; direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed;vertical-align:baseline;mso-line-break-override: restrictions;punctuation-wrap:simple"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-format:bullet;font-family:Wingdings"&gt;§&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-ascii-font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:+mn-cs;color:black; mso-color-index:1;mso-font-kerning:12.0pt;language:en-US"&gt;Adhere to work schedules and submit field reports within the operating schedule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="language:en-MY;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:left; direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed;vertical-align:baseline;mso-line-break-override: restrictions;punctuation-wrap:simple"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-format:bullet;font-family:Wingdings"&gt;§&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-ascii-font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:+mn-cs;color:black; mso-color-index:1;mso-font-kerning:12.0pt;language:en-US"&gt;Make necessary preparation before data collection i.e. contact details, arrange documents, forms and incentives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="language:en-MY;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:left; direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed;vertical-align:baseline;mso-line-break-override: restrictions;punctuation-wrap:simple"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-format:bullet;font-family:Wingdings"&gt;§&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-ascii-font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:+mn-cs;color:black; mso-color-index:1;mso-font-kerning:12.0pt;language:en-US"&gt;Adhere to field instruction and attend all briefings organized by senior staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p style="language:en-MY;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:left; direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed;vertical-align:baseline;mso-line-break-override: restrictions;punctuation-wrap:simple"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family: Arial;mso-ascii-font-family:Arial;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:+mn-cs;color:black;mso-color-index:1;mso-font-kerning: 12.0pt;language:en-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="language:en-MY;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:left; direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed;vertical-align:baseline;mso-line-break-override: restrictions;punctuation-wrap:simple"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family: Arial;mso-ascii-font-family:Arial;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:+mn-cs;color:black;mso-color-index:1;mso-font-kerning: 12.0pt;language:en-US"&gt;Note:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No sales or marketing is involved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-ascii-font-family:Arial;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: +mn-cs;color:black;mso-color-index:1;mso-font-kerning:12.0pt;language:en-US; font-weight:bold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="language:en-MY;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:left; direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed;vertical-align:baseline;mso-line-break-override: restrictions;punctuation-wrap:simple"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family: Arial;mso-ascii-font-family:Arial;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:+mn-cs;color:black;mso-color-index:1;mso-font-kerning: 12.0pt;language:en-US;font-weight:bold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="language:en-MY;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:left; direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed;vertical-align:baseline;mso-line-break-override: restrictions;punctuation-wrap:simple"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family: Arial;mso-ascii-font-family:Arial;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:+mn-cs;color:black;mso-color-index:1;mso-font-kerning: 12.0pt;language:en-US;font-weight:bold"&gt;Position Pre-requisites:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="language:en-MY;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:left; direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed;vertical-align:baseline;mso-line-break-override: restrictions;punctuation-wrap:simple"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family: Arial;mso-ascii-font-family:Arial;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:+mn-cs;color:black;mso-color-index:1;mso-font-kerning: 12.0pt;language:en-US;font-weight:bold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="language:en-MY;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:left; direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed;vertical-align:baseline;mso-line-break-override: restrictions;punctuation-wrap:simple"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-format:bullet;font-family:Wingdings"&gt;§&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-ascii-font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:+mn-cs;color:black; mso-color-index:1;mso-font-kerning:12.0pt;language:en-US"&gt;Students interested in working during holidays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="language:en-MY;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:left; direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed;vertical-align:baseline;mso-line-break-override: restrictions;punctuation-wrap:simple"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-format:bullet;font-family:Wingdings"&gt;§&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-ascii-font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:+mn-cs;color:black; mso-color-index:1;mso-font-kerning:12.0pt;language:en-US"&gt;Students who are undergoing industrial training and are interested in market research operations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="language:en-MY;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:left; direction:ltr;unicode-bidi:embed;vertical-align:baseline;mso-line-break-override: restrictions;punctuation-wrap:simple"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-format:bullet;font-family:Wingdings"&gt;§&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-ascii-font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:+mn-cs;color:black; mso-color-index:1;mso-font-kerning:12.0pt;language:en-US"&gt;Any field of study is accepted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-ascii-font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:+mn-cs;color:#333399; mso-color-index:5;mso-font-kerning:12.0pt;language:en-US;font-weight:bold"&gt;Salary will be based on piece-rate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh god... How do i make the decision...? Nielsen? Universal Tam Buiders? Or wait for Zoo to call me? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;or maybe KLUE can find it in their hearts to contact me soon! sigh sigh sigh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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/1406569378236287377-2304328320346922623?l=msthalulaimagi-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msthalulaimagi-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/2304328320346922623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406569378236287377&amp;postID=2304328320346922623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406569378236287377/posts/default/2304328320346922623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406569378236287377/posts/default/2304328320346922623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msthalulaimagi-nation.blogspot.com/2010/04/nielsen.html' title='Nielsen??'/><author><name>Ms Thalula's Imagi-Nation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536098483468446192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avNxanWQszU/SRrLV6YR_vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/m0rVE8y8mwk/S220/430719679.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406569378236287377.post-7732826493073523020</id><published>2010-03-03T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T18:57:03.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO Lakeside for CMM?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bad News. i hate bearing the bad news.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there is a high possibility that Comm school will only be transfered to the lakeside campus NEXT SEMESTER!! leaving out us the fabulous last year students. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I HATE YOU TAYLORS FOR GIVING ME FALSE HOPES AND DREAMS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/1406569378236287377-7732826493073523020?l=msthalulaimagi-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msthalulaimagi-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/7732826493073523020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406569378236287377&amp;postID=7732826493073523020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406569378236287377/posts/default/7732826493073523020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406569378236287377/posts/default/7732826493073523020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msthalulaimagi-nation.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-lakeside-for-cmm.html' title='NO Lakeside for CMM?'/><author><name>Ms Thalula's Imagi-Nation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536098483468446192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avNxanWQszU/SRrLV6YR_vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/m0rVE8y8mwk/S220/430719679.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406569378236287377.post-3863328870495330621</id><published>2010-03-03T18:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T18:49:35.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ninja Turtle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avNxanWQszU/S48fR5J4m_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/5B0O_GjkFjo/s1600-h/Photo0389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avNxanWQszU/S48fR5J4m_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/5B0O_GjkFjo/s320/Photo0389.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444604866774735858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my boyfriend is now a turtle&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/1406569378236287377-3863328870495330621?l=msthalulaimagi-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msthalulaimagi-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/3863328870495330621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406569378236287377&amp;postID=3863328870495330621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406569378236287377/posts/default/3863328870495330621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406569378236287377/posts/default/3863328870495330621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msthalulaimagi-nation.blogspot.com/2010/03/ninja-turtle.html' title='Ninja Turtle'/><author><name>Ms Thalula's Imagi-Nation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536098483468446192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avNxanWQszU/SRrLV6YR_vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/m0rVE8y8mwk/S220/430719679.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avNxanWQszU/S48fR5J4m_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/5B0O_GjkFjo/s72-c/Photo0389.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406569378236287377.post-8406474793839641462</id><published>2010-03-03T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T18:31:53.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo is more than Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unabashed ill tell you that the first time i went to the zoo is last year, 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I acted like a total small kid! jumping around at the sight of elephants, cooing at snakes and extending my hand to every animal there. owh lick my hand please sang kancil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avNxanWQszU/S48T7PM_OJI/AAAAAAAAAEo/TuD7chFzi20/s320/Image(1026).jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444592382928435346" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh can you smell it in the air? the reeking feeces and sweaty mountain goats greets you the very moment you step in their grounds. they sure want to make sure the people know that they are now in the Zoo. Heck even the climb towards family's place will not damper my spirits! Ive always tought that chipanzees are small, like those monkeys, but damn are they huge and cocky! One of them threw back the banana i gave. (*_*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avNxanWQszU/S48WFd-nRZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Js0Sf18QXl8/s320/Image(1030).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But the highlight of my day was when i finally can feed the elephants!!! unfortunately an elephant mistook my slim arm for a sugar cane n tried to pull me. AAaaaaAAArRGH! thank GOD she can smell that im not so sweet. Seriously, im not THAT thin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avNxanWQszU/S48XIGaY-2I/AAAAAAAAAE4/98EEVCbXfVQ/s320/Image(1042).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Zoo ah Zoo... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;your dungs and heat &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;shall not bewilder me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The pee and shit &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will never stain me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sis will blog bout the most recent visit i hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;www.ejean-say-what.blogspot.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-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/1406569378236287377-8406474793839641462?l=msthalulaimagi-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msthalulaimagi-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/8406474793839641462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406569378236287377&amp;postID=8406474793839641462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406569378236287377/posts/default/8406474793839641462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406569378236287377/posts/default/8406474793839641462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msthalulaimagi-nation.blogspot.com/2010/03/zoo-is-more-than-zoo.html' title='Zoo is more than Zoo'/><author><name>Ms Thalula's Imagi-Nation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536098483468446192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avNxanWQszU/SRrLV6YR_vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/m0rVE8y8mwk/S220/430719679.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avNxanWQszU/S48T7PM_OJI/AAAAAAAAAEo/TuD7chFzi20/s72-c/Image(1026).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406569378236287377.post-3877940106943391909</id><published>2010-03-03T02:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T03:16:36.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bags hags and jags</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avNxanWQszU/S45Byor9s_I/AAAAAAAAAEY/RROU3mHliRo/s1600-h/Photo0324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avNxanWQszU/S45Byor9s_I/AAAAAAAAAEY/RROU3mHliRo/s320/Photo0324.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444361337708590066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I seriously tought that everyone has watched Ugly Betty's episode where lindsay wore that bag and got trashed by mark. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess she didnt get the memo.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had this bag once, IN STANDARD 4! when Elite was grand and KRU is the hottest guys in town. Now, even that new show they make called Hotel Mania makes me sick. More like Hotel Maniac. even glee has the decency to choose people that actually can sing and act. WITH great storyline and songs too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets pray for the Malaysian Filming industry and hope that one day we will find another Yasmin Ahmad...AMEN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1406569378236287377-3877940106943391909?l=msthalulaimagi-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msthalulaimagi-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/3877940106943391909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406569378236287377&amp;postID=3877940106943391909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406569378236287377/posts/default/3877940106943391909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406569378236287377/posts/default/3877940106943391909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msthalulaimagi-nation.blogspot.com/2010/03/bags-hags-and-jags.html' title='bags hags and jags'/><author><name>Ms Thalula's Imagi-Nation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536098483468446192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avNxanWQszU/SRrLV6YR_vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/m0rVE8y8mwk/S220/430719679.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avNxanWQszU/S45Byor9s_I/AAAAAAAAAEY/RROU3mHliRo/s72-c/Photo0324.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406569378236287377.post-9167675076849450851</id><published>2009-12-30T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T23:43:58.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emcee-ing a High School Prom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avNxanWQszU/SzxVrAQ7TrI/AAAAAAAAAD4/_FnBU30Kc7c/s1600-h/Photo0289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avNxanWQszU/SzxVrAQ7TrI/AAAAAAAAAD4/_FnBU30Kc7c/s320/Photo0289.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421302248740966066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, my sister had her prom and the committee asked me to be their emcee..vowed to mom that my sister would be good, so I went along to make sure no mischief happened. I have to admit, im impressed with my sis's behaviour. She didnt dress like a whore nor did she act like one.&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, most of her mates did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like crying out loud to them, YOURE SEVENTEEN FOR FUCKS SAKE! cover up them boobies. yes, yes, their old enough to have boossoms but it doesnt mean its to be flaunted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get their point, it was Hard Rock Hotel, but dressing the part dont make you part of the crowd. As I looked at these kids, I wonder how their mothers let them out looking like that. Face caked up to the max, mini dresses? sigh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                    I had to admit, the ballroom &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_avNxanWQszU/SzxVrhDKNCI/AAAAAAAAAEA/nVZhYqdKxsM/s320/Photo0285.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421302257541592098" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;looks nice and the DJ was good to (DJ Ramsy) but when it comes to the dancefloor, I was dissappointed. My room was bigger than the dancefloor. Most of the girls there, let me repeat this GIRLS were dancing like they are in a club grindding and getting down low without shame. The crazy part is that the VIP table is directly in front of the dancefloor. Let me remind you, VIP table, is for the school teachers..! i wonder how the perceive these students now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoo, the event was fun, but some of the people made it unpleasent for others. It reminds me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avNxanWQszU/SzxVsKcRvpI/AAAAAAAAAEI/KWl-x9ZZB48/s320/Photo0295.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421302268652797586" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;that high school is all about who has the best dress, the best boy, the best geng and the best ass. Its sad, but happily my sister said,, she's glad all this is over because although high school has taught her a lot, it also taught her the value of friendship in high school. Close to zero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1406569378236287377-9167675076849450851?l=msthalulaimagi-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msthalulaimagi-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/9167675076849450851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406569378236287377&amp;postID=9167675076849450851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406569378236287377/posts/default/9167675076849450851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406569378236287377/posts/default/9167675076849450851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msthalulaimagi-nation.blogspot.com/2009/12/emcee-ing-high-school-prom.html' title='Emcee-ing a High School Prom'/><author><name>Ms Thalula's Imagi-Nation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536098483468446192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avNxanWQszU/SRrLV6YR_vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/m0rVE8y8mwk/S220/430719679.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avNxanWQszU/SzxVrAQ7TrI/AAAAAAAAAD4/_FnBU30Kc7c/s72-c/Photo0289.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406569378236287377.post-114230508109365906</id><published>2009-06-24T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T02:15:21.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avNxanWQszU/SkHtKsXa4-I/AAAAAAAAADw/9uhP52RMv2M/s1600-h/17062009836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avNxanWQszU/SkHtKsXa4-I/AAAAAAAAADw/9uhP52RMv2M/s320/17062009836.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350818600256725986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One night, me and my boo was too hungry so we went merempit in the cold night towards subang, in hopes to eat at asia cafe. But when we got there, i just saw pork, lard and non-halal food flashing before me, so i prompted my boo to look for some other place. We went round and round TBS wondering where to go coz im sick of unoriginal nasi kandar. (Penang only please) &lt;div&gt;Suddenyl, a decent looking cafe lit bright were on our right, so we stopped and decided to plunge in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It gave a good impression to me as it is clean and the service was good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The menu is incredible. So many to choose from, western, eastern, thai food, indian food, chinese, nasi campur, u name it, they got it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess which of these are strawberry drink? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both are! dat is a strawberry teh tarik mind you. It taste great btw. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the fetuccine was cheesy enough, the fish and chips crispy and tartar sauce refillable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, its a great place to hang out and eat! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hassan's Cafe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1406569378236287377-114230508109365906?l=msthalulaimagi-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msthalulaimagi-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/114230508109365906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406569378236287377&amp;postID=114230508109365906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406569378236287377/posts/default/114230508109365906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406569378236287377/posts/default/114230508109365906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msthalulaimagi-nation.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-night-me-and-my-boo-was-too-hungry.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms Thalula's Imagi-Nation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536098483468446192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avNxanWQszU/SRrLV6YR_vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/m0rVE8y8mwk/S220/430719679.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avNxanWQszU/SkHtKsXa4-I/AAAAAAAAADw/9uhP52RMv2M/s72-c/17062009836.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406569378236287377.post-8246084978578598841</id><published>2009-06-19T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T07:16:59.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>patience is a virtue; that i dont have</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_avNxanWQszU/SjudzIKdSkI/AAAAAAAAADo/zY2A0Lzk2FE/s1600-h/waiting.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_avNxanWQszU/SjudzIKdSkI/AAAAAAAAADo/zY2A0Lzk2FE/s320/waiting.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349042484122831426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 years old:&lt;div&gt;the longest i waited for someone was 10 mins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17 years old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the longest i waited for someone was 30mins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22 years old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have been on my toes all the time waiting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Patience. I wish i have it. Tho i wait for people nowdays, i bitch about it most of the time, or end up losing my mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Patience. Sometimes, even customer service makes me mad. I hate it when they stall you for a phone call or serve you while talking to their mates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Patience. I desperately want to tell other people to be patient when im not myself. Boarding a komuter/lrt takes a lot of patience, but thankfully i have it. I dont shove or push people because i know how irritating it gets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Patience. I walk fast. Some people cant seem to keep up, so i keep on stopping in my steps to wait for them to catch up. Dont they know IQ and pace of steps are connected? should not display your low IQ with your slow steps. but still, i find it hard to keep up with my mom. I wonder what others would feel walking with my mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Patience. I cant wait to finish everything that im doing coz im always looking forward to my future. but most of the time, its dissapointing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Patience. Ive learnt about it from master panda when he told the story about master mantis. I shall now chill and let the world unfold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1406569378236287377-8246084978578598841?l=msthalulaimagi-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msthalulaimagi-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/8246084978578598841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406569378236287377&amp;postID=8246084978578598841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406569378236287377/posts/default/8246084978578598841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406569378236287377/posts/default/8246084978578598841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msthalulaimagi-nation.blogspot.com/2009/06/patience-is-virtue-that-i-dont-have.html' title='patience is a virtue; that i dont have'/><author><name>Ms Thalula's Imagi-Nation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536098483468446192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avNxanWQszU/SRrLV6YR_vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/m0rVE8y8mwk/S220/430719679.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_avNxanWQszU/SjudzIKdSkI/AAAAAAAAADo/zY2A0Lzk2FE/s72-c/waiting.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406569378236287377.post-268169411159077567</id><published>2009-06-11T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T03:41:36.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Supposed to be a feature, but it turned into an opinion piece. Oh well...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;Fashion Victim or Fashion Oblivious&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Celebrities and public figures are highly criticised and assessed in their choice of apparels as it portrays their image and career level. We, mere mortals try to imitate them and keep up with the latest fetish by spending thousands for another bag or shoe we do not need, while disregarding the starving children in Sudan. Along that road of ignorance, some of us fall into the category of fashion victim who swears to buy that new pair of Jimmy Choo as soon as it hit the stores and others are just plain oblivious about fashion. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Fashion victims can be found in many disguises; they dress too well for their pay check, they stick out like a sore thumb in public with their heavy accessories, and they pledge loyalty to fashion magazines as their bible. They try hard to achieve the look splashed in the pages of fashion magazines and torments themselves when they fail. Fashion victims idolize Paris Hilton and Victoria Beckham with their stick thin body, sticking their fingers in their mouth aspiring to look the same. Most of the people categorized as fashion victims look fabulous, but in the end they max out their credit cards limit and thus suffer a great deal physically and psychologically. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Many psychologists concluded that fashion victim’s bingeing have to do with a need to fill in the gaps in their life either professional or personal by doing something they are confident with. Some psychologist felt that it is the community’s demands and surroundings they live in affects them the most in becoming a fashion victim, as they strive to look trendy and compete with other fashionistas. A teenager living in rural areas as Kedah might not care as much on the latest trends the world has to offer. However, for a teenager living in big cities such as Kuala Lumpur or Penang, wearing just a simple t-shirt and jeans from a departmental store would not suffice as her peers drapes themselves in MNG, Guess and Zara. The stress of ‘who has the better clothes?’ is enough to crack a person’s mind to go on a bender just to be acknowledged. This situation increases through the generation as people mostly judge a person by the way the look and the things they own.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Being fashion oblivious is the total opposite of a fashion victim as they have from zero to non tolerance and understanding on fashion. The fashion oblivious group can be divided into two; those who are stuck in one fashion era and those who just do not care what they put on their back. If you still have a mullet haircut and like to wear a muscle tee although you don’t have decent looking muscle, then you are stuck in the 80’s. Even though many fashions seems to repeat itself such as high waist pants and pencil skirts, some fashions such as mullet hair and shoulder pads are gone for good. There is a reason why some fashion will not repeat itself; it is a mistake. For example, shiny balloon pants made famous by MC Hammer will never find its way back to the clothes rack. Nevertheless creative minds such as Karl Lagerfeld recreated the trend into balloon skirts, from unflattering for any kind of body to cute and flirtatious. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:36.0pt;line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;Those who are still stuck in the old era and wear has-been styles are concluded by psychologist as being unable to let go of their golden years, which they find most precious. As time flies, they still want to hold on to the era where they look good and had fun as youngsters. This is why we can still see people sporting the mullet haircut paired with torn faded jeans and black shirt with Kurt Cobain’s portrait prints, listening to metal or rock. Sometimes, some Malaysians are confused as Jamaicans as they bob along to Bob Marley with their braided or dreadlocks with clothes in combination of red, green and yellow. These musician worshipers will show their appreciation of the music they love by downing themselves in clothes that defines their choice of music. Thus, by wearing the same fashion they find a way to keep a piece of their favourite era with them.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Urban Malaysians are mostly fashion forward as their career and social life demands them to portray the best image. Nevertheless, there are still some who felt that they should not adhere to the fashion industry as they want to be different and be seen as individuals. I applaud their mission and vision to create a new and interesting look. Nevertheless, to be honest not everyone who tried to be a pioneer succeeded as they lack the knowledge and most importantly; taste. Therefore, there will always be individuals in the public who tries hard to look fashion forward but achieve fashion oblivious status. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;If now you realize that you are a fashion victim; a zealot of fashion, it is best that you try to relax and quit analyzing every fashion magazines and fashion television channels for tips and guidance. Ponder on what have looked best on you and focus on some that gives you comfort and confidence as clothes are supposed to enhance your best assets and give yourself a boost in poise or buoyancy. Give yourself time to be confident in your own skin instead of creating a new skin to define yourself.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;A piece of advice for those in the fashion oblivious group, do not be too cocky. It is important to be confident, but never let it make you look like a fool as you try to sell the idea of mixing all bright fluorescent colours to create a ‘Harajuku’ look. Individuality is applauded, but do not make it the reason why you became lonely as no one can relate your image to your personality. Clashing patterns scares people, take it from Ugly Betty. Leave music fashion to the musicians as it is well acceptable as music gimmick, but having leather pants on in a hot clammy day will only give you rashes not groupies.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Fashion is like weather; soothing and refreshing although at times it is unpredictable and rough. It is always good to remember that fashion trends comes and go according to time, so it is always better to stay safe with enough knowledge on what looks good on your body. Besides that, some seasonal shopping will not do you harm, so that you will never end up in the group of fashion victim or fashion oblivious. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1406569378236287377-268169411159077567?l=msthalulaimagi-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msthalulaimagi-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/268169411159077567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406569378236287377&amp;postID=268169411159077567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406569378236287377/posts/default/268169411159077567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406569378236287377/posts/default/268169411159077567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msthalulaimagi-nation.blogspot.com/2009/06/supposed-to-be-feature-but-it-turned.html' title='Supposed to be a feature, but it turned into an opinion piece. Oh well...'/><author><name>Ms Thalula's Imagi-Nation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536098483468446192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avNxanWQszU/SRrLV6YR_vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/m0rVE8y8mwk/S220/430719679.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406569378236287377.post-6929404218183511177</id><published>2009-06-05T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:35:52.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG OMG OMG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; online early in d morn, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;waiting&lt;/span&gt; for S&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yam&lt;/span&gt; to come pick me up as he is late (as always).. so i surrender to my addiction to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;, when suddenly a picture caught my eyes. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There it is, in the corner of highlights i saw pictures of my school mates... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its no shock th&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt; they are there as it is one of their birthday picture or something.. of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; know about the gathering as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; in KL n th&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ey&lt;/span&gt; know th&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt; i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; possibly get there for the bash. (kinda hurts as they could have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; told me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt;???) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But its not the fact that they did a party without me that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;shocked&lt;/span&gt; me. It is the COLOR CODED CLOTHES!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dem it! I just wrote bout it last night, and here the pictures are, daunting my life... For God's sake, we are not kids. merely young adults yes, but still accountable for our fashion mishaps! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; counting, should I say something or let them fall into the pit of oblivion?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1406569378236287377-6929404218183511177?l=msthalulaimagi-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msthalulaimagi-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/6929404218183511177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406569378236287377&amp;postID=6929404218183511177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406569378236287377/posts/default/6929404218183511177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406569378236287377/posts/default/6929404218183511177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msthalulaimagi-nation.blogspot.com/2009/06/omg-omg-omg.html' title='OMG OMG OMG'/><author><name>Ms Thalula's Imagi-Nation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536098483468446192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avNxanWQszU/SRrLV6YR_vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/m0rVE8y8mwk/S220/430719679.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406569378236287377.post-6598540740119891668</id><published>2009-06-04T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T22:24:36.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Groupy Poopy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have to admit.&lt;div&gt;I have done some crucial idiotic schemes with my previous gang on the way we dress. It is supposed to be our group "signature thing".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that I'm older and wiser (supposedly), i find it damn humiliating that I actually didn't opposed but further commit and add to the stupid ideas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NO i will not put those pictures as I'm too pompous to admit my dreamy years of adolescents but indeed there are still this groupie suicidal cases going around in high school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. It is not cool to wear the same outfit and it is planned. Coincidentally wardrobe sharing is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; shameful enough (especially when u ride the same lift with a total stranger who is wearing the same thing as u are).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. It is worse when you put on the same outfit and it is hazardous in the fashion world as the police would hold you down, strip you and scream "ITS A FASHION NO NO" (exp: shiny leotards with spandex top) you are not n never will be Madonna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Couples should stop wearing the same shirt or strive to wear the same colour on their date. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Honey: Ayang, esok kita pakai baju merah ek?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ayang: Ok Honey, dgn sportshoe and jeans biru ek?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Honey: ala, honey tak ada jeans biru, itam la k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ayang: Ok Ok, nanti kte nampak sweet sgt pkai baju sma..hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_avNxanWQszU/SiiivYXT7xI/AAAAAAAAADI/RqX4RYLVxNM/s320/pink.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 99px; height: 145px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343699892752871186" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;YUCK! Looky here honeys, cayang, booboo and baby of the world. It is sweet if it is done coincidentally. That for some psychedelic instant both of you decided t&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o wear that particular colour (only applicable when in diff rooms). couples are meant to complement each other not look like siblings dressed by a blind sunday school teacher (or worse, a blind drag queen who id color blind).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is fine for both to wear stripes with diff colors and textures, one red and one white (non clashing colors like blue and deep red). remeber guys "men are womens ultimate accessory" ashton kutcher. dress well, be treated better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Friends are not supposed to wear the same thing as soem might look good in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avNxanWQszU/SiilAJR6jZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/lTDIrJynpno/s320/red+top.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 145px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343702379784736146" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; that color and fitting while others wont. God created us in diff sizes so that we would not all look like barbie dolls and be stupid, fierce and snobbish. Fat girls are designed so that there will be nice people in the world (i quote my sis).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come to think of it, my so called friends might have been very subtle in making me look bad so that they could look better than me (LMAO). If you guys are reading this, admit it! (as if)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We even worked together like a group shirt which thank the Lord, we didnt do cause the printing company will not print less than 50shirts. thank you thank you thank you. They designed a baby tee in red and black on the seams with a stupid group name on the shirt and our names on the sides. (talking bout no imagination - spongebob my imagination tutor would have killed me if he found out bout my unimaginative past).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enough bout me (plenty more to go around in the next post)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Malaysian groupy poopy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_avNxanWQszU/SiinXEU4WtI/AAAAAAAAADg/tyOkI7Qr4dI/s320/01052009736.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343704972615244498" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, what is wrong with this image?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldnt get my eyes off them. Oh-so-fabulously draping themselves in overalls OVERALLS!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont know about you people, but to  me overalls are only acceptable if youre locked dow in your basement, trying to finish that oil pianting or that clay vase. Or  maybe youre 7 months preggers and need extra comfort of none conforming rubber waist bands, or youre are hard money earning construction worker. If you are any of those above and you have a pair of loose-fitting overalls, IM OK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They, are NOT OK. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have actually defiled 2 fashion moral clauses which is wearing overalls in public and condemning people to look at them through large porpotion of overalls inflicted by many wearers of diff sizes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overalls make your butt look bigger than it already is and it does not complement womenly curves. Skinny people will not have any advantage on this as it literally hung on your body like a heavy drappery and makes you look like mr and mrs skinny potato head. When it goes with a skirt, your ample limbs will look like sticks as its umbrella-ish cut creates a visual of big butt, skinny legs. Even worse for  those who have extra baggage on their sides, it actually enhances the view of your side tires with the visible side cuttings while covering up a bodacious girl's real assets: the chest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even worse, the dude blue overalls are wearing MAKE UP! tons upon tons of foundation caked up his face to cover up all those teenage blemishes with PURPLE eyeshadow complmented with glossy pink lipgloss. The DRAGS should sue him for false imagery.I dont know where these kids came from but the overalls should roll over and pretend dead back in their closet, never to be found again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1406569378236287377-6598540740119891668?l=msthalulaimagi-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msthalulaimagi-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/6598540740119891668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406569378236287377&amp;postID=6598540740119891668' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406569378236287377/posts/default/6598540740119891668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406569378236287377/posts/default/6598540740119891668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msthalulaimagi-nation.blogspot.com/2009/06/groupy-poopy.html' title='Groupy Poopy'/><author><name>Ms Thalula's Imagi-Nation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536098483468446192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avNxanWQszU/SRrLV6YR_vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/m0rVE8y8mwk/S220/430719679.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_avNxanWQszU/SiiivYXT7xI/AAAAAAAAADI/RqX4RYLVxNM/s72-c/pink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406569378236287377.post-6484806981194417241</id><published>2009-06-04T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T21:18:20.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idiocracy in Large Numbers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear lord,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I pray thee that thy hollyness sufices my pompous need to ridicule and humiliate people within my reach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I pray thee for thy guidance and support as to deviate myself from deviant fashion and social act as to my peers whom I care for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AMEN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avNxanWQszU/SiicbqjoxNI/AAAAAAAAAC4/YAvZvfRaf_U/s320/hanis.JPG" style="text-align: center;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 64px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343692956969256146" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1406569378236287377-6484806981194417241?l=msthalulaimagi-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msthalulaimagi-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/6484806981194417241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406569378236287377&amp;postID=6484806981194417241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406569378236287377/posts/default/6484806981194417241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406569378236287377/posts/default/6484806981194417241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msthalulaimagi-nation.blogspot.com/2009/06/idiocracy-in-large-numbers.html' title='Idiocracy in Large Numbers'/><author><name>Ms Thalula's Imagi-Nation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536098483468446192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avNxanWQszU/SRrLV6YR_vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/m0rVE8y8mwk/S220/430719679.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avNxanWQszU/SiicbqjoxNI/AAAAAAAAAC4/YAvZvfRaf_U/s72-c/hanis.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406569378236287377.post-4343430209109565239</id><published>2009-04-30T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T12:33:09.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Morning Whore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avNxanWQszU/Sfn41lLjbGI/AAAAAAAAACo/QCkZih1ygBA/s1600-h/alif+pempuan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avNxanWQszU/Sfn41lLjbGI/AAAAAAAAACo/QCkZih1ygBA/s320/alif+pempuan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330565233367018594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Exhibit A.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets call her 'sunday mornin whore'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in a preppy mood, wearing preepy clothes coz its sunday mornin...rain is falling... I reached alif for a typical weekend brunch and setled for capati. I looked up and this woman struts herself to the table in front of me and wrecks my whole beautiful not-so-mornin view. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She looks like she is still drunk. Coz only a really drunk person would match gold chunky wedges with a RED wife beater and a deep PINK sweater tied around her not-so-small waist. talking about beer damage control. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st of all, tying your sweater around your waist is not flatering at all. It makes her butt look severely huge as its spilling out of the seat already. AND you can only do that if the tied sweater is actualy part of the outfit. OR you have just had a jog and youre sweating like a pig and would not bother about holding your sweats, judging from her shoes and they way she sways I dont think she is a sports kinda person. If you own a Hello Kitty sweats in PINK and you love to tie it around your waist, STOP DOING IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From this pix, she sure look like she is falling asleep while smelling her armpit rite? well, she should faint actually.Let me tell you drunkard this: if you want to get drunk, go ahead, its your liver. But it would be great if you shower first BEFORE YOU LEAVE the house coz u people stink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now now... i didnt say all dat she is wearing and doing is wrong. Ill give it to her that she sure have a lot of confidence wearing that and being in the state that she was in public. but this is confidence that just makes you look more unconfident as its all so "look at me, look at me".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1406569378236287377-4343430209109565239?l=msthalulaimagi-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msthalulaimagi-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/4343430209109565239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406569378236287377&amp;postID=4343430209109565239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406569378236287377/posts/default/4343430209109565239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406569378236287377/posts/default/4343430209109565239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msthalulaimagi-nation.blogspot.com/2009/04/sunday-morning-whore.html' title='Sunday Morning Whore'/><author><name>Ms Thalula's Imagi-Nation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536098483468446192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avNxanWQszU/SRrLV6YR_vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/m0rVE8y8mwk/S220/430719679.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avNxanWQszU/Sfn41lLjbGI/AAAAAAAAACo/QCkZih1ygBA/s72-c/alif+pempuan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406569378236287377.post-2062207485231575336</id><published>2009-04-30T12:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T12:14:01.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging affliction</title><content type='html'>I have this terrible idea that i have been sharing with some of my friends about what my blog would talk about. The reason why I say its terrible is because the posts would be at times bitchy as I find it important to find a way to vent out my bitchy side. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a terrible affiction (mind you). When I look at people, I tend to rank them in the way they dress and their confidence level. Most of these people i scrutinize are strangers. (so friends, fret not). It can be their shoes that I lololove... it can be their set of hair that is better of being bald. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO whoever you are, if youre going to do a mistake, turn away from me and run to the nearest crying post coz u might see urself here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Owh, I wont show the faces. Im bitchy, not a satan's advocate. (amen) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1406569378236287377-2062207485231575336?l=msthalulaimagi-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msthalulaimagi-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/2062207485231575336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406569378236287377&amp;postID=2062207485231575336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406569378236287377/posts/default/2062207485231575336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406569378236287377/posts/default/2062207485231575336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msthalulaimagi-nation.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-have-this-terrible-idea-that-i-have.html' title='Blogging affliction'/><author><name>Ms Thalula's Imagi-Nation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536098483468446192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avNxanWQszU/SRrLV6YR_vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/m0rVE8y8mwk/S220/430719679.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
