tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33775274836081184102024-03-14T03:02:19.583-07:00Lily of JadeSparrow_Winghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278noreply@blogger.comBlogger44125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-15295830403347459452011-12-18T19:17:00.000-08:002011-12-18T19:19:51.478-08:00The Children of The Night<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkP6AQmxEQXLZpxO5s1RZwhWG7NlO1JROC6uzb23ZJsDxE71aZY2a170UToMIlXBDA6xEGCqjeOrMYHDkuToSYnwK-8Cyq37L-l_ZNoeJawf-e4aYlywFxxcHtKzohZ9DkI48gl41x1Pgp/s1600/children.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkP6AQmxEQXLZpxO5s1RZwhWG7NlO1JROC6uzb23ZJsDxE71aZY2a170UToMIlXBDA6xEGCqjeOrMYHDkuToSYnwK-8Cyq37L-l_ZNoeJawf-e4aYlywFxxcHtKzohZ9DkI48gl41x1Pgp/s320/children.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687673914375167234" /></a><br />The Children of The Night.<br /><br />Stumbling down the street,<br />I’m lost and completely beat,<br />Wonder what time it is,<br />If it’s midnight I may perhaps start to get pissed.<br /><br />It’s dark outside,<br />I hear the wolves’ howls,<br />I sniff the air and smell a stench so foul,<br />Blood running down my chin,<br />God, help me for I have sinned.<br /><br />The night sky is all a glimmer,<br />The hooting owl a silent killer,<br />I’m stalking for prey and quickly,<br />Slowly,<br />Quietly but surely,<br />I’m getting closer and closer,<br />I’m chasing my prey,<br />Leading it into a run just for play.<br /><br />I watch my prey run,<br />I watch it hide,<br />I can hear its rapid breathing,<br />I can hear the heart beating,<br />I can hear the silent screaming,<br />Oh, this is almost too good to be true,<br />Almost too sweet to be fooled,<br />Poor little lamb,<br />For when midnight approaches,<br />So does my dinner bell.<br /><br />My jaws are filled with fury,<br />It is filled with anger,<br />It has no place for sympathy,<br />Nor does it beg for your pity,<br />It is not strong but powerful,<br />It is merciless not spiteful,<br />It will crush you and your bones,<br />Just waiting for you to be alone.<br /><br />My claws will crush you as well,<br />Keeping you imprisoned in a cell,<br />Trapped between the fingers,<br />A scent of blood lingers,<br />Right between my nails,<br />I can hear the tortured wails.<br /><br />My face is beauty at its perfection,<br />My eyes glow with earnest fascination,<br />My limbs are slender but muscular,<br />My built wide but still slight,<br />My skin glows like the moon,<br />My hair is enough to make you swoon,<br />Yet unlike you I’m not human.<br /><br />I’m a demon reborn,<br />I live for centuries,<br />Something that keeps my mood forlorn,<br />Despite my moods I still have that hunger,<br />I need to satiate it,<br />I crave for blood,<br />For flesh,<br />For the ripping and tearing of limbs,<br />For the piercing of skin,<br />Straight through the bones,<br />My heart is filled with the glee of a hunter,<br />As I embody carnage itself.<br /><br />I feel no remorse for those I have killed,<br />I’m no longer one of them,<br />My loyalty lies to others of my own kind,<br />But still,<br />I can love them,<br />And when I do all I want is to,<br />Turn them into a demon,<br />Just as I am,<br />Just as I always will be,<br />From the beginning of time,<br />To the end of centuries.Sparrow_Winghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-7776020315366270052011-12-10T07:01:00.000-08:002011-12-12T21:06:55.739-08:00What is up with 11?<div style="text-align: center;"><u><br /></u></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Okay, it has practically been 200 years since I last did a tag but this one sounded sooooo INTERESTING! Plus, it was from my bro so I guess I owe him one! Haha! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As mentioned, it's been a while since I last did a tag on Blogspot so I may or may not get a little fuzzy with the terms and conditions of this tag. Hurm, hope I do it right. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Well, here goes:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">TERMS and CONDITIONS:</div><div style="text-align: justify;">1. You must post these rules.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">2. Each person must post 11 things about themselves in their journal.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">3. Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post. And create 11 new questions for the people you tagged to answer.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">4. You have to choose 11 people to tag and link them on the post. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">5. Got to their page and tell them you have tagged HIM/HER.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">6. No tag back!</div><div style="text-align: justify;">7. No stuff in the tagging section about "YOU ARE TAGGED IF YOU ARE READING THIS" YOU LEGITIMATELY (a.k.a REALLY, TRUST, WITH ALL HONESTY) have tagged 11 people.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">11 Things About Myself.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">1. I am a physically weak person. Like seriously, I am weak. I can't run fast and I most certainly can't endure pain. I have fainted multiple times now throughout the span of years that I have gotten my monthlies...One time, I fainted in the dining room and broke the top part of the chair when I fell over. It was like a nightmare for the rest of my family. My littlest sister screamed like a banshee (from what I've heard from another little sister) and my brother said it was like waking up to a horror movie (it was sahur and in bulan puasa so he was still asleep before I crash landed in the middle of the dining room and my sister screamed her head off). </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">2. I like to read a lot and I have an extremely wild imagination. I seriously love drowning myself in books and reading my way through an entire new universe filled with all sort of fascinating things. My friends don't get me that much cuz' they prefer watching movies than reading but I like doing both. And sometimes a book can trump a movie. Harry Potter films vs Harry Potter novels. No contest. Harry Potter books win HANDS DOWN!!!!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuI_m-D1-KYckzvV2FQPlv_6G2GlOjFWv9Nfs9RNNCyKlHYmDo6iJUcBe0DIqVdlzUTB3Jn_F_NTyYp-d3yMcAiid6clAu2xPOvmiDV8P_9Qg44ZbnRwwMuPHhm1VOryHKi84ZVaJxE7dm/s1600/harry_potter_paperback_set.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuI_m-D1-KYckzvV2FQPlv_6G2GlOjFWv9Nfs9RNNCyKlHYmDo6iJUcBe0DIqVdlzUTB3Jn_F_NTyYp-d3yMcAiid6clAu2xPOvmiDV8P_9Qg44ZbnRwwMuPHhm1VOryHKi84ZVaJxE7dm/s320/harry_potter_paperback_set.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685308826749438626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 286px; " /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimiVt4I3h6ymsnAvaWtJPmCGTUI7ID1N01jxeIgnYpa71Rc6w7_HAY6FZD39TmIsfdQCta0zG060FxLd6L34WDUmEw9W3OrUq9XCxKGGcBHvsdTxJIZy45AQ6xI_z89t5QNoiLO0i9acJP/s1600/polls__36705_harry_potter_calendar_photo_4329_73627_poll_xlarge.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimiVt4I3h6ymsnAvaWtJPmCGTUI7ID1N01jxeIgnYpa71Rc6w7_HAY6FZD39TmIsfdQCta0zG060FxLd6L34WDUmEw9W3OrUq9XCxKGGcBHvsdTxJIZy45AQ6xI_z89t5QNoiLO0i9acJP/s320/polls__36705_harry_potter_calendar_photo_4329_73627_poll_xlarge.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685308715469000978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Challenge accepted!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">3. Did I mention that I have a wild imagination? Yeah, well, I also like to impersonate people or act out how I imagine people to speak/act in the books I read. Or just plain impersonate people from cartoons and movies or TV shows I watch! Haha! I'm told I'm quite good at it too! I can do Dexter from Dexter's Lab, Jay Baruchel, Britney Spears' singing voice (she's one of my faves), The Cranberries' lead singer's voice (another FAVORITE), etc. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">4. I have the hugest crush on Christian Bale ever! He is just soooo good looking. Did you know I fell in love with him when I was 11 and I saw in Shaft? Dude was just so cute, I fell smack! bang! in love with him! And then he had to get into a (nipple-less, thank goodness for that!) black rubber suit and jump from building to building in Batman and look super cool doing it...I fell even more in love! So that's been like, what, 10 years of loving an actor? Wow...That is a long time. Well, single people have to fill up their lonely days somehow, right?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFRcXc_urDSK8-laEZTv8i7DHIeb9GS6QpVg6UFsYiey-8b-HQVvqWbpgBK4ghnWANmZuVr3BUbDrmfKA-KOr7k4d6gSCZ-SyEBIOOh1xvTjc148ZmL5AArhMGndAqXQRrKeiz_jDlKcFn/s1600/600full-christian-bale.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFRcXc_urDSK8-laEZTv8i7DHIeb9GS6QpVg6UFsYiey-8b-HQVvqWbpgBK4ghnWANmZuVr3BUbDrmfKA-KOr7k4d6gSCZ-SyEBIOOh1xvTjc148ZmL5AArhMGndAqXQRrKeiz_jDlKcFn/s320/600full-christian-bale.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685309367158779346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I am too sexy for that ridiculous Batman suit with nipples.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">5. I am a lazy procrastinator of a girl and that is not very good. I hate doing household chores as they are so boring and tiresome. Blegh! I also tend to be very bad at taking care of things in general. My laptop is nearly dying (one of the hinges are broken) and my friend once used a very accurate metaphor for it "it is like a man with a broken leg who is still running in the marathon without giving up hope!" </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB6rZ52-ZvFpAkYcdNzDH4-T40pMHN2v9a7cK7Nhi1Pe4nQwzrmqXm_a1Zf94i3XJZCbY-6SzDWkqCWhWSHiwev8WrSxBC-kBXG4ni9Q5kDYa0Q9ggz0hrMl7z6JD-hyZl6Jp7n6zbjogm/s1600/remove-replace-hinges-01.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB6rZ52-ZvFpAkYcdNzDH4-T40pMHN2v9a7cK7Nhi1Pe4nQwzrmqXm_a1Zf94i3XJZCbY-6SzDWkqCWhWSHiwev8WrSxBC-kBXG4ni9Q5kDYa0Q9ggz0hrMl7z6JD-hyZl6Jp7n6zbjogm/s320/remove-replace-hinges-01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685308924777630930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">My laptop.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">6. I am very close to my family. I have an extremely good relationship with all of them! We get along really great and I can honestly say that my sisters and mom are my best friends. And my dad and bro are my pillars of strength!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">7. I am not your typical girl. Despite being physically pathetic, I actually dig stuff that other girls wouldn't like. For instance, I am into all kinds of genres; sci-fi, action, drama, slice of life, romance, rom-coms, etc. I am a terrific movie buff! I especially like gory thrillers and action packed films! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">6. I hate tweeny boppers! Hate 'em! That Justin Bieber kid and Selena Gomez and all the rest of them Joe-bros, Demi Lovato, Taylor Swift, Greyson Chance-kiddy-innocent-lame ass-wannabe-tweeny boppers. I just wanna smack them upside the head! Don'tchu wanna smack 'em too?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg83uGcNQRoL_CQQYM_J_oYmCVDMaKRajlbKrngcSBJUUCeoTKa8O9lZRffAwM2PZMj9ZiOxc87sKT_YwOaysG_DGveuMy4SKMNEwuabiessNFNVNzD4TcNoVD2PJbsFM1yfQFwpI7RS-Nd/s1600/death+of+the+tweeny+boppers.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg83uGcNQRoL_CQQYM_J_oYmCVDMaKRajlbKrngcSBJUUCeoTKa8O9lZRffAwM2PZMj9ZiOxc87sKT_YwOaysG_DGveuMy4SKMNEwuabiessNFNVNzD4TcNoVD2PJbsFM1yfQFwpI7RS-Nd/s320/death+of+the+tweeny+boppers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685314840080774562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Death to the tweeny boppers.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> I couldn't put Bieber's face in</div><div style="text-align: center;"> probably cuz' I didn't want to soil my blog with his ugly mug.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">7. I have this deep love for fanfictions. You don't know what're fanfictions? Google is your best friend and it will help you find what you are looking for! I especially love reading about crack pairings like ShikamaruxIno (Naruto), HinataxNeji(Naruto), DracoxGinny (Harry Potter) and more. I guess I like the idea that these characters would have a greater love story to tell than the usual canon pairing.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">8. I used to be an anime obsessed freak who memorized all the anime opening songs and ending songs which were in Japanese and actually dreamed of becoming a manga-ka when I grew up! I kept on thinking that one day, I would move to Japan and study Japanese language and get to draw manga all over the place and become insanely famous back home in Malaysia.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">9. I bleed every day because I have gingivitis. My mom and bro also have this and our gums are constantly inflamed and ready to bleed. As a result, I have plaque in between my teeth and swelling, bleeding gums that if they do not bleed during the day time, they most certainly will at night when I'm asleep. It makes waking up a very horrid process because not only do I have disgusting breath in the mornings but also a mouthful of blood+saliva! Ugh! Sometimes, I will bleed buckets in class.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhue3YswhmsL30ZgfU7xpE-SDO9snaoIPusCFO8XSzfq4Vo3kpxIkSqEHfU7RESOixmu7zvTgPV5sd4MDcJd6UIar8BopE0hs_WV8MbJrOihoHy75zo_Of1Sg3eX8iY4jgJymHD81An69At/s1600/9348.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhue3YswhmsL30ZgfU7xpE-SDO9snaoIPusCFO8XSzfq4Vo3kpxIkSqEHfU7RESOixmu7zvTgPV5sd4MDcJd6UIar8BopE0hs_WV8MbJrOihoHy75zo_Of1Sg3eX8iY4jgJymHD81An69At/s320/9348.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685315298333505266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">My teeth aren't quite that bad...But it does resemble a bit.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">10. I have a thing for vampires and werewolves. None of that Twilight bullshit though. I'm talking real, gorgeous, blood-sucking, no reflection, spine-tingling, doomed for eternity, melancholic and angst-y vampire. And as for werewolves, they have got to be the real kind where the person actually transform into a wolf-man hybrid instead of just a giant wolf. A giant wolf is not a werewolf at all. It is just that a giant wolf.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPOZDJ3-bSrOfZCV1v5RBTmiw9gb30YptbqHeNGm7OG6O1CIZ7Ac9mM4oB3RUvZVAbPGiBN_Fp2cx4mgQI9ki3JReLLmimZq-Is7gn9xJTT2gASqbXs3soTGSU-_ONC4iXP5niDR3Y4ZeK/s1600/interview-with-the-vampire.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPOZDJ3-bSrOfZCV1v5RBTmiw9gb30YptbqHeNGm7OG6O1CIZ7Ac9mM4oB3RUvZVAbPGiBN_Fp2cx4mgQI9ki3JReLLmimZq-Is7gn9xJTT2gASqbXs3soTGSU-_ONC4iXP5niDR3Y4ZeK/s320/interview-with-the-vampire.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685309810037047842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Louis: Dude, is he like, <i>sparkling</i>?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Lestat: That shit is NOT acceptable!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIhDZrlOQq-D2XAPK7zKYhnNPRoVZIVKyjPnEEB6Ugr8mZ2A0kUOimVRZqWrRKGOKf6wcOYJJORYTfsj0ofaOnwMuLdXwp37EpEZN0iu6QemBl0gnVbWw6FAEb1IfJiJS_8b-8PJaHxPQ5/s320/van-helsing-dracula-wolf.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685310521359648130" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px; " /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"C'mon, ya princy faggot Jacob! Git at me!"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">11. I still haven't had a boyfriend yet and I don't see it happening in the very near future. I just don't know how to be flirty enough and give boys signs that I am interested. I don't really mind though. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b>1. If you are a fictional character which would you prefer to be, a hero or a villain? Why?</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">I think I'd be a villain. Probably because I want to be opposite of myself. I mean, I'm usually nice and kind so I guess it would be pretty cool to be bad. I wanna be a sort of anti-hero or something. Wish I could be dead skilled at hand to hand combat and be able to wield a katana skillfully so's I can kick the hero's butt and look good while doing it. Haha. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">I've always daydreamed about being an assassin. I wonder what's it like to kill without remorse or regret. To have no ties whatsoever with the outside world. No friends, no family to turn to when things get bad. Just you, your fighting abilities and your gun and sword to get you through all obstacles. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><b>2. What would your powers/abilities be and why?</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Hmmm. I've always had this fascination with the power to regenerate and manipulate time. I mean not to heal but just be able to "restore" things back to the way it was. That means, you can make wounds return to the state they were before, erase scars and metal fillings, etc. Also, you'd be able to revive people who have died and make people age rapidly and vice versa. Pretty sick actually. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(20, 20, 20); "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">3. What would your moniker/nickname be?</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Everlast.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(20, 20, 20); "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><b>4. Where would your secret hideout be?</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Probably somewhere in a mansion up on a hill. Hiding in plain sight, geddit? ;)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(20, 20, 20); "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><b>5. What is your Facebook or E-mail password?</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Oh-ho! Wouldn't you like to know?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(20, 20, 20); "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><b>6. If you could stay in another country, where would it be? Why?</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The UK! I don't really favor the US at the moment and I think it'd be cool to tour the UK. I'd get to visit London, Ireland and Scotland. There's this place called Loch Lamond where they filmed the movie The Eagle that I think is really pretty. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Also, I guess it's cause I'm crushing on British celebs mostly like Christian Bale, Damon Albarn, Jamie Bell, etc. Hee hee.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><b>7. On a bright sunny day, do you prefer to stay at home or go out? Why?</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Stay at home. Cuz' I'm not an outdoors-y person. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><b>8. How would you define marriage?</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Is a promise to be true to one another until death. It is a lifelong commitment and the most sacred and beautiful thing that two people could ever promise themselves to one another. It is a give and take process in which there is no room to be selfish. It is to put others (wife/husband or children) before yourself.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><b>9. What do you think will make you happy and content with your life?</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">My faith in Allah SWT. My family. My friends. My love. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><b>10. During times of stress, what do you do to calm yourself?</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Talk to my family or friends. Pray. Listen to music, read a book, watch a movie. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>11. Would you be willing to treat me to dinner sometime in the future?</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Once I'm working, hell yeah! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>To those who get tagged, my 11 questions are:</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">1. Five things you like best about your face.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">2. What do you plan to do in the near future?</div><div style="text-align: justify;">3. Given a choice between a werewolf, a vampire, a wizard, a ninja or a mutant; which one would you choose? Pick ONLY one! Why?</div><div style="text-align: justify;">4. Name one thing you hate the most about your life right now and say why.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">5. Have you ever wished you could erase a memory or a person in your life? Why?</div><div style="text-align: justify;">6. Have you ever wished that other dimensions existed in this world?</div><div style="text-align: justify;">7. What scares you the most?</div><div style="text-align: justify;">8. Would you be insulted if someone voiced out their opinion that contradicted with your own?</div><div style="text-align: justify;">9. Are you a self-opinionated person?</div><div style="text-align: justify;">10. What kind of people annoy you the most?</div><div style="text-align: justify;">11. Which do you prefer; ice cream or cake?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Please, to those who I have tagged, you guys don't have to do this tag if you don't want to. You don't have to answer my question if you don't want to too! I know tags can be troublesome but I do think they're quite fun. I will not be the least be offended if no one wants to do this tag though. :)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>People I am tagging:</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Winnie</div><div style="text-align: center;">Fie</div><div style="text-align: center;">Kei</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sai</div><div style="text-align: center;">Rahayu a.k.a Maverick no Knight</div><div style="text-align: center;">Atiqah</div><div style="text-align: center;">Bibi</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hajah Salina<span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: left; "> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: left; ">Kak Fina</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: left; ">Effie a.k.a Nurul Afifah</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: left; ">Zarif Ismail</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: left; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Sparrow_Winghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-2526482062575031102011-10-13T20:54:00.000-07:002011-10-14T04:41:08.428-07:00Getting Into Britpop.<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I was born in 1990. That makes me 21 this year. It's probably safe to say that I barely knew bands or singers that were famous in the early 90s. I was just a baby back then so I could barely comprehend what music was let alone the music scene. Unfortunately for me, I missed out on some really great bands way back in the early nineties. I was instead introduced to popular pop culture stuff like N*Sync, Britney Spears and the Spice Girls. Not that there's anything wrong with them. They're not that bad...Well, in terms of musicality I supposed they kind of did suck but at 8 how was I to know any better, right? I listened to them and loved them like the child I was. And boy did we have so many boy bands and girl bands during that time! There was Boy Zone, 911, N*Sync, Backstreet Boys, Girl Thing and so many more...I couldn't comprehend rock music when it did came on the TV. And the videos that did came out on TV were all of the rock and roll era where bands like Guns N Roses, Bon Jovi, Led Zepelin, etc reigned supreme. Their loud shrieks and constant yelling were too loud and noisy for my child-like palate. I wanted soft sweet music about love (even though I was so very young and couldn't really understand what N*Sync meant when they were singing about how they drive themselves crazy thinking of you) and pop-ish dance-to songs like 'Backstreet's Back', 'Survivor', 'Bye Bye Bye', and more.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXKcbrGJLa3YgVm5OvuEmBbNwnfbSIBLk30nmQg9WpST2YvKv_JA7a98-htMWH9DIbBV6YftDc7WzxlqtfVHA50tM73JykprPxmIqPe0lKzOl5cbHW9KVIK2LeB4Q3obeKTYE8h-xB-It7/s1600/9800_N+SYNC.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXKcbrGJLa3YgVm5OvuEmBbNwnfbSIBLk30nmQg9WpST2YvKv_JA7a98-htMWH9DIbBV6YftDc7WzxlqtfVHA50tM73JykprPxmIqPe0lKzOl5cbHW9KVIK2LeB4Q3obeKTYE8h-xB-It7/s320/9800_N+SYNC.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663296138108568194" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">N*Sync. Popular boy band that was like so hot way back when.</span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><u><br /></u></span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiig4TfUYuOxqzDwkzKbvvrVue2SwJsKP1KmHg1neGhaD__StjyINlUqlE9irmKAmpUDVdHc9vF5DZ3xUyN9HvNbJomRICLCOInuFhKRn7hU2ARgHDNDUbh6F10xI_BvuJtZMsGc1ne1OdS/s1600/9180511dfff63fd6_spice_girls_retro.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiig4TfUYuOxqzDwkzKbvvrVue2SwJsKP1KmHg1neGhaD__StjyINlUqlE9irmKAmpUDVdHc9vF5DZ3xUyN9HvNbJomRICLCOInuFhKRn7hU2ARgHDNDUbh6F10xI_BvuJtZMsGc1ne1OdS/s320/9180511dfff63fd6_spice_girls_retro.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663296485899663634" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Spice Girls. I'll have to kick someone if they don't know who this group of pussies are!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">They may be thick and mainstream but they did have some very good songs...Just dunno if they wrote it themselves.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFKCJo2cnwIvQAiYLVsxuyoiK3wsb_nsJWOFyDJdnq6roJu2eO8IP5KueZXy3xvL9w9i7ACD3lADfEm-s6hlOTkL8syxWD6eYktUtTcBZhqF3H2oXFS9IOYosTvreItVNNbZ4oRUhMKTZK/s1600/41-T5nkrG0L.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFKCJo2cnwIvQAiYLVsxuyoiK3wsb_nsJWOFyDJdnq6roJu2eO8IP5KueZXy3xvL9w9i7ACD3lADfEm-s6hlOTkL8syxWD6eYktUtTcBZhqF3H2oXFS9IOYosTvreItVNNbZ4oRUhMKTZK/s320/41-T5nkrG0L.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663295913196931346" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Ah, 911...Is it just me, or does the one in the middle remind you of Michael J. Fox?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Ahh, the young innocent mind of a 5 year old fangirl. I was one of them...But now as I have grown older and explored many more musical genres I felt the need to venture out into something completely new. I am constantly on the lookout for new music and new artists. One fateful day (it was probably around 4am in the morning), I was looking at videos of this androgynous model named Andre Pejic as I have this soft spot for beautiful female-looking male youths and I wanted to hear what this girly boy sounded like. As I watched the videos, I couldn't help but catch the music playing in the background of one particular video. I tried to listen closely just so I could try to make out the lyrics and search the lyrics on the internet so I could download the song myself. I did just that and I found out it was by this British band Blur and the song was Girls and Boys. I was thrilled to have found the song and immediately went on Youtube to listen to it. I fell in love on the spot, downloading the song in a matter of seconds after the video finished. At the same time, I could not help but notice how pretty the frontman was. My heart felt a little flutter as the longer I stared at him, the more he felt delicious to me...Well, that was all it took for me to go on a mad rampage to look for other Blur videos. The second song I heard was The Universal and I didn't think much of it cause I prefer underrated pop music (none of that Gaga, Bieber crap although I still do listen to some mainstream music). But Damon Albarn (the aforementioned gorgeous piece of British eye candy) was just so adorable and wickedly charming there, I couldn't help but listen to the song again. I repeatedly listened to it and before I knew I grew to love it! I fell in love with almost all of the Blur songs. It took me days and a couple of weeks to truly develop my love for Blur and by the time I was going back for the start of the new semester I had already developed a deep love for Blur. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4d983z-gYmqezdUFkTH2TmeZ3MH-RxtwggAlN-EcbH5f50PSSueQu_snuK95Kis-brHQB0RL5Gctzx3h3X3FzL9hTaR4ZBbNw9tooMGE1AMkiEnBNx84777Fp1LpjE9g-fcBXIZGqXLNL/s1600/Hair.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4d983z-gYmqezdUFkTH2TmeZ3MH-RxtwggAlN-EcbH5f50PSSueQu_snuK95Kis-brHQB0RL5Gctzx3h3X3FzL9hTaR4ZBbNw9tooMGE1AMkiEnBNx84777Fp1LpjE9g-fcBXIZGqXLNL/s320/Hair.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663297809100656130" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Gorgeous Damon Albarn and his gorgeous blue eyes!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">So gorgeous!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxYI5VWmfDa4mlcJ5s1mrfYo6qofv-VyTxo9QzCXLwjAn8hy46ky629B1bbrlfcAz6d5cyLB26FF1xCAXVyvj82HDB8USCaH49gk4KBDq_xfzNDrUERl-DkDmqULUc8nJHCygnHXKteBw6/s1600/175.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxYI5VWmfDa4mlcJ5s1mrfYo6qofv-VyTxo9QzCXLwjAn8hy46ky629B1bbrlfcAz6d5cyLB26FF1xCAXVyvj82HDB8USCaH49gk4KBDq_xfzNDrUERl-DkDmqULUc8nJHCygnHXKteBw6/s320/175.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663297542954421138" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Damon again! He's so cuuuute!!!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgebtdBAbQjw-hjKy8rY797TOJWcWDfEaEtYsErSSHWD9tEaUTRTf3ucSYkcCCHzchIhuOkTOr_CdXwmX_i1OP-ohQWN0Q7xUuIURBnHXHcTiHgvl61N16ijlbd_AQdU8yyCNzkzeJhk4JK/s1600/167091_193434644002476_192707394075201_745619_4360370_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgebtdBAbQjw-hjKy8rY797TOJWcWDfEaEtYsErSSHWD9tEaUTRTf3ucSYkcCCHzchIhuOkTOr_CdXwmX_i1OP-ohQWN0Q7xUuIURBnHXHcTiHgvl61N16ijlbd_AQdU8yyCNzkzeJhk4JK/s320/167091_193434644002476_192707394075201_745619_4360370_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663297945844445170" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Blur.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Clockwise: Dave Rowntree at the top middle, Graham Coxon, Damon Albarn and Alex James</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Damon Albarn started it all. I googled him and Blur countless times. I would save his pictures and Blur's too of course and then also would try to listen to Oasis their rival way back when they were at the height of popularity. I found out Albarn had written almost all of the songs on Blur as well as the songs in Gorillaz, the virtual band that I had been quite a fan of as well. It sparked an interest in all things concerning with Britpop. I tried a little bit of Elastica as well but since the frontwoman was Justine Frischmann and she was Albarn's then girlfriend and she was also dead ugly to boot, I couldn't really fall in love with the band much. I did love one song from them and it's called Connection. Very good song that and with a terribly clever message. I started to immerse myself with Britpop and a day will not go by where I don't get to listen to a bit of Blur. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBybO_1Ao91_ZRRbrBWwkwVkgoF6UVisLsjXAKuA8YfZ3qodUtjRXtk7ypXwG-hhpII5oGhXkSHXLTwBa-i8dAJ8MF65sc3pO7QSCN4GoGj-IltBYVlc0a8Se81UsGjWm7pD1ocw1aMkV3/s320/bw_promo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663296565703184978" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Elastica in all their Elastica glory.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNFSBtMS2LW1TnHzY9e_7I8PuY2SpNq0Rhf3GWZm_WtIUs-nqnkdH1In4q4t34VfZfVrqXGfrZWFeMm89wteS5PzWYh_s8dwrxuye8qXXJkrcqUkL-RNgfngu6RjIjpyOfTKhz7DgtXiw9/s1600/500full-elastica.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNFSBtMS2LW1TnHzY9e_7I8PuY2SpNq0Rhf3GWZm_WtIUs-nqnkdH1In4q4t34VfZfVrqXGfrZWFeMm89wteS5PzWYh_s8dwrxuye8qXXJkrcqUkL-RNgfngu6RjIjpyOfTKhz7DgtXiw9/s320/500full-elastica.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663296007654195810" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 320px; " /></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Justine Frishmann, the then girlfriend of Damon Albarn who used to be with Brett Anderson before she went for Albarn. Told you she was dead fugly!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Last night, I decided I had to give a little bit more focus on other Britpop bands, ones that I haven't yet even looked at. I tried Suede last night and guess what? It's fucking fantastic! I love them! Suede is just so bloody wicked! And the frontman Brett Anderson is just so ugly-hot and androgynous looking that I do feel a slight tingle somewhere down the pit of my stomach every time I gaze into his soulful eyes and listen to his high yodeling voice. He has a very unique voice and his lyrics are quite intelligent as well.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhZSTAbioZWEzMMUgCmf43TlJ1NkoEy9e75Ed4el4wpKVk_1tYDkHH30KmCAKdEWXAarFcPxVk5hz0tSVkp8dCKKvUu0U-puJ5IcNiegiflJJtnHXQFISfHU7e2uMZJiPEI8aSPzRB7Gr3/s1600/tumblr_ld7nn8KprM1qdtu3ro1_400.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhZSTAbioZWEzMMUgCmf43TlJ1NkoEy9e75Ed4el4wpKVk_1tYDkHH30KmCAKdEWXAarFcPxVk5hz0tSVkp8dCKKvUu0U-puJ5IcNiegiflJJtnHXQFISfHU7e2uMZJiPEI8aSPzRB7Gr3/s320/tumblr_ld7nn8KprM1qdtu3ro1_400.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663296906934041218" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Brett Anderson.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizyvww_apIJ_WyT4g4WrwuNpBk68_kw0vt5iZbPvDV_HR75tsyHQj_xLDVbD1mz8bk_fdP0s9vu9xCmHEUL2ImdxOJFXrO3NsSUYbimSlKm3MtA72QC-m4qcYgZ03BkM4nhsPVtW3RYIH1/s1600/tumblr_l75t7yTdtE1qbat9no1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizyvww_apIJ_WyT4g4WrwuNpBk68_kw0vt5iZbPvDV_HR75tsyHQj_xLDVbD1mz8bk_fdP0s9vu9xCmHEUL2ImdxOJFXrO3NsSUYbimSlKm3MtA72QC-m4qcYgZ03BkM4nhsPVtW3RYIH1/s320/tumblr_l75t7yTdtE1qbat9no1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663296719473501778" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Suede is so suave. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> So far, I have been very into Suede and next one that I'm going to give a chance would be Pulp. I hope they're good. I heard some mixed criticism from the people who comment on Youtube but everyone on Youtube is so fucking biased! How can some of the Oasis fans claim that Blur is just trash and not at all good? Blur is fucking fabulous, amazing, awesome and just so wicked cool! They are creative, meaningful, intelligent, charming, humorous, and daring in more ways than one! The fact that they are brave enough to keep trying to change their sound is so cool to me. Every album sounds different and you never get bored listening to their albums as one song sounds different after another. I do think Oasis rocks too! I especially like Liam Gallagher's raspy, gritty vocals. It's very sensual and attractive though I can't say much for his looks. I don't think he's good looking but he does have that rugged bad boy appeal that so many women dig and love. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjivTQBSzkGeFQdVgYEgCaAJP5TqI9SaC1ql0VbHD-aeA0Oukarg3-uUbdxpbM1Oq-uBZEANJHto7_g1Zw3fJP2gGI_WNuwnYjq1q9BUHs0dXOZgw1hbSQcgWEG0lIFnWurUAsyXiVvT8AH/s1600/Liam%252BGallagher.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjivTQBSzkGeFQdVgYEgCaAJP5TqI9SaC1ql0VbHD-aeA0Oukarg3-uUbdxpbM1Oq-uBZEANJHto7_g1Zw3fJP2gGI_WNuwnYjq1q9BUHs0dXOZgw1hbSQcgWEG0lIFnWurUAsyXiVvT8AH/s320/Liam%252BGallagher.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663296640797211586" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 296px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Liam Gallagher and his bad boy rugged looks.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHmL7iLsMPaCRzX9qCdclz9naEI27SOCxDPvHE058BmTjHGEtpwf7kw7Gz82BGg9Js8FsQvF8bGIJklwW86iD4PlZVchxrMxZfw7zllqwC0GojDqS-5EQCOv1aFMEiEL5EjWiV8eZjrKxe/s1600/10511_oasis3g1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHmL7iLsMPaCRzX9qCdclz9naEI27SOCxDPvHE058BmTjHGEtpwf7kw7Gz82BGg9Js8FsQvF8bGIJklwW86iD4PlZVchxrMxZfw7zllqwC0GojDqS-5EQCOv1aFMEiEL5EjWiV8eZjrKxe/s320/10511_oasis3g1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663296401288368994" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 249px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Oasis with Liam Gallagher in the middle with the shades on and Noel Gallagher, his brother on the left. IDK who else were in the band.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I wish I could somehow go back in time just so I could witness the 90s Britpop scene with my own two eyes! I would probably go to London and try to get to take pictures of Damon Albarn and his band Blur. I'd probably thrust my breasts at him the way he said so many 16 year olds do. Hahaha. Just kidding about that! No, I wouldn't be as outrageous as that but I will ask for their autographs and a picture or two! They are just so amazing! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>The problem with being into the thing of the past is that no one else around you is into it as well. Or if they've heard of the bands you're talking about, they barely know them and are not as interested to talk about such things as they would be if it were Bieber, that retarded kid who sounds like a girl and looks like he's 3 or Taylor Swift or any other stupid tweeny bopper. No one really listens to what I want to say... And I don't even bother trying because I know no one really bothers. It is so fucking retarded how people can want to listen to stupid trashy music like Justin Bieber, Rihanna, Lady Gaga and her clone Katy Perry and all the other lowest common denominator media machine out there but not bother about real music. I have begun to hate anything to do with Glee, The X Factor and all the other stupid reality TV shows as all they do is take the soul out of real music. It's very sad. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Well, in case this blog post somehow or other piqued someone's interest in Britpop please do go check it out! Here are some links that could help you get started:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">For a guide on the history of Britpop: <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Britpop">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Britpop</a> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">For a list of the bands of Britpop: <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Britpop_musicians">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Britpop_musicians</a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Blur's Girls and Boys, the video that started it all for me: <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WDswiT87oo8&ob=av2e">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WDswiT87oo8&ob=av2e</a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Blur's The Universal (WAJIB tengok!!!): <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BrbxWOMpwfs&ob=av2e">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BrbxWOMpwfs&ob=av2e</a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Elastica - Connection: <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ilKcXIFi-Rc">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ilKcXIFi-Rc</a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Suede - The Beautiful Ones: <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xqovGKdgAXY">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xqovGKdgAXY</a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Oasis - Stand By Me: <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=maTP315XZCQ&ob=av2e">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=maTP315XZCQ&ob=av2e</a></div></div>Sparrow_Winghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-80815038427209086362011-06-16T07:51:00.000-07:002011-06-16T08:22:37.446-07:00Of Michael Fassbender!Michael Fassbender...Three words: He's effin' GORGEOUS!!! I think I fell in love with him all over again when I watched X-Men First Class today at the movies. The movie? To put it bluntly, it was AWESOME! The movie is just very good as it has a great plot and good character development. Also, we get to be introduced to plenty of new interesting mutants we've never had the pleasure to witness before from all the previous X-Men stuff. <div><br /></div><div>Anyway, the movie aside, let's get down to what we really want to talk about; Michael Fassbender. He plays Magneto or Erik Lensherr (sp?) in this movie and he is just so fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-iayayayane! But I've always loved him starting from the 300 days...OMG, he was just so marvelously epic in that movie, I think I damn well felt my panties melt when I first laid eyes on his beautifully sculptured adonis' body. Well, you would've known that if you'd paid any attention to one of my first blog posts (his pic as Stelios was in it).</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, here are the pictures! XD Enjoy!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh18y46Zzmkdf01j5jF5QONEPe_4zmR-sfeIOOME5bBCyrAyKoKaTyc195jLYGYxETeZFzCg5pQ4GzVw91YmKHPypuafQb5a-bleCaup7t6Zpj1IjOQLnir2sV0Z-8o_i841zBL4PzUygT9/s1600/michael-fassbender-3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh18y46Zzmkdf01j5jF5QONEPe_4zmR-sfeIOOME5bBCyrAyKoKaTyc195jLYGYxETeZFzCg5pQ4GzVw91YmKHPypuafQb5a-bleCaup7t6Zpj1IjOQLnir2sV0Z-8o_i841zBL4PzUygT9/s320/michael-fassbender-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618836415444874482" style="cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Just a photo of him! He's just so mighty fine!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGFu3sw-QP_mS0VsXHyZTdM4Ung0B80Z5Qgkgry26jVAj8Y5FLaIdsVgrXh_zNdz9UU6qGd08RITVX0F-vwDAZ5NcvKv1CwNbq8U6xUK4z_zjBsFH48V6wzXtVxws_dmuqwnPV_KsER3a6/s1600/michaelFassbender.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGFu3sw-QP_mS0VsXHyZTdM4Ung0B80Z5Qgkgry26jVAj8Y5FLaIdsVgrXh_zNdz9UU6qGd08RITVX0F-vwDAZ5NcvKv1CwNbq8U6xUK4z_zjBsFH48V6wzXtVxws_dmuqwnPV_KsER3a6/s320/michaelFassbender.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618836222155432962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Another pic although I think this was way back when he did that TV show about witches and demons and shit. I think his name was Azazael in that show. But WHATEVER! He's damn gorgeous and that's all that counts!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBtk95jVdPWah3lxhNFwORzvPhBPqt5-JAbOpNPitIZdvGAHe0AJ7ywCmLAxLmEnqeWF8Ydh6pwt7FQIhNJbHIgVpaLrUkWzOAaO0Tcqv4ds4nox5X8TKPiAzDNdWxoyBc959ILJN9RPKo/s1600/michael-fassbender-26-1-11-kc.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBtk95jVdPWah3lxhNFwORzvPhBPqt5-JAbOpNPitIZdvGAHe0AJ7ywCmLAxLmEnqeWF8Ydh6pwt7FQIhNJbHIgVpaLrUkWzOAaO0Tcqv4ds4nox5X8TKPiAzDNdWxoyBc959ILJN9RPKo/s320/michael-fassbender-26-1-11-kc.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618835562206130578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Another shot of this smexy man!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGFvpNFkXSMqddzSXb9c2_gVTQk5C_FZJqnefCmk5rgWvyo8mlws6Kfv3cPS2YWf-FpgbezIbwntG9bHKp1wjengYEeNgwyb0l49ujaqty80GiithlqqOugDqmBxeohaD1-iQwSS557HYx/s1600/46535-27476.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGFvpNFkXSMqddzSXb9c2_gVTQk5C_FZJqnefCmk5rgWvyo8mlws6Kfv3cPS2YWf-FpgbezIbwntG9bHKp1wjengYEeNgwyb0l49ujaqty80GiithlqqOugDqmBxeohaD1-iQwSS557HYx/s320/46535-27476.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618835263094093250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">OoooooOoOOOooooohhh!</div><div style="text-align: center;">And my personal favorite: Stelios from 300!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dang! He was so sexy in that!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0LfVtjSOdI9Gtqs23EvY5u9SMs8vUWROTUmclQ9jd965QlJ6QAjOgPKrlZSLzqKYW4sPICKgfcW8noCZ_xay7AfLfJLPa3Fgfyc2AFHn4WK6sCvtQSq9AcOfXLzQOhgI7hCTfhOArQtcV/s1600/300-3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0LfVtjSOdI9Gtqs23EvY5u9SMs8vUWROTUmclQ9jd965QlJ6QAjOgPKrlZSLzqKYW4sPICKgfcW8noCZ_xay7AfLfJLPa3Fgfyc2AFHn4WK6sCvtQSq9AcOfXLzQOhgI7hCTfhOArQtcV/s320/300-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618835053860807170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Another Stelios pic! I turned this into my wallpaper! XD</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Well, that's it for now. I do think everyone should go watch X-Men First Class though! Even critiques have found it to be awesome! Go go go!~</div>Sparrow_Winghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-68203128141593678352011-05-22T02:49:00.000-07:002011-06-06T01:33:36.894-07:00Intersession.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixnA9DnW6U_1cwZa-d1simZ76VAW-e9PF_HT-Em_XDQNhEYjLf0nWpLBX01q7Y8E_tWW5j8FVQIFzaUV9er3hhqV3D7sz9kmvIguFh83REYWX5lLZLdcL6h7T_eS_tkI62jhPQWSRHrEBJ/s1600/food.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">So okay, it has already been over 3 weeks since I have started my intersession. For those of you are wondering what it is, it's just basically me taking a course for next semester and doing it in the holidays. The course I'm taking is Economics.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div>I think Economics has been pretty interesting so far. I am still able to understand what is being taught and guess what? I am actually REVISING and STUDYING nowadays! Have you ever heard of that before??? I am not known for studying or for revising stuff. I'm a lazy bum who will never want to touch an educational book even if my life depended on it...Well, okay I do study but it's only ever last minute stuff. I don't do it just for fun! Uh, hello! Like, never!</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwCga-S9dIgOCyKZtfCc9oOrbmUjJmtU24hOb89A_kxur6sop-kc5TXVVA79zzbS7t7Rtc_iNKhemxs-12-BTTz6C__FuhhWFvYTl7ITn38uiJeaEYNJlS_PvuhmMRNxagToBrHphLUSdj/s320/studying-boh.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609481057567966738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " >I will NEVER be like this guy over here</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " >unless it's the finals...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " ><br /></span></div><div>When you're doing this whole intersession thing, I guess it's fair to warn you that please if you have any hope at all about meeting cute guys in your class(es) just abandon those hopes. It's not gonna happen. The boys that you'll see are probably the ones from your course. Go figure.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_N2ODgbuPvGS6c0_5clFE79Z-e6AcBoY83C3IX83YiNNMNU1GKiWSmQksUit5LjUSkPFyzPGnZbxeNMbFRKFbZdxLi2GPIwd60zsgRSJIp_dmXIE3b6uObMPfV5tKf_7k1j4Dk9BrnaIQ/s320/ian_somerhalder_99.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615018405263036210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " >No, there will be no Ian Somerhalders lying about anywhere near while you're doing you're</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " >intersession.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Dream on!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHcSNjVpXubhAlX6clUxjbziO0QJRnBmBur3rLKUEeSW38VYk8NfSyPcM1h53-3t16elQMAXJWfcOi-_YYgXhyy5BwA0u1ORicU0QMO07hTM5ra0X6tLpB3t_76ZqU-ccVtlYW8-puPrMs/s1600/13111_alex_pettyfer_1175095842.jpg" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHcSNjVpXubhAlX6clUxjbziO0QJRnBmBur3rLKUEeSW38VYk8NfSyPcM1h53-3t16elQMAXJWfcOi-_YYgXhyy5BwA0u1ORicU0QMO07hTM5ra0X6tLpB3t_76ZqU-ccVtlYW8-puPrMs/s320/13111_alex_pettyfer_1175095842.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615018636297272226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >And most certainly NO Alex Pettyfers as well. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Nope, NOT gonna happen. :)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZMEJ6L697cqatBtUNKn0Q2aUgitQ74691Zja2hKeyTnj4jd-RYWqQexunBiMPnBNWMt3ssNYDma6y3eDqRcyVynoMNGNwb28vv1pUSjiDj69DjEtuN1hqI5HcEuHaaPdY-Eh_EBT8UzJM/s320/JamesFranco.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615018851577595426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " >And let's not even start on James Franco. Sigh.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " ><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_N2ODgbuPvGS6c0_5clFE79Z-e6AcBoY83C3IX83YiNNMNU1GKiWSmQksUit5LjUSkPFyzPGnZbxeNMbFRKFbZdxLi2GPIwd60zsgRSJIp_dmXIE3b6uObMPfV5tKf_7k1j4Dk9BrnaIQ/s1600/ian_somerhalder_99.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a></span></span></span></div><div>Besides this, it is probably good to warn you that most shops and stores you are familiar with are not going to be open when everyone else is having their holidays. So it's best if you prepare a list of places where you can get some grub that won't be closing at all even if it's the semester's break.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglq7geSp09XhGqxy3JCI0zHeHT14YxTB_mfiTSVFXg2suire-6gIEkl_1BGKVFnidk0mqkIPSmVfcAGgs7BEQpjdNN4FLJku_ob0N4nQJ0A6QflprcYezDoVSlKaJiny48arci3wkVdDVR/s320/ckt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615019531046967890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >And by grub, I only mean yummy looking stuff like Char Kuey Teow. ;)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Yummmy!!!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixnA9DnW6U_1cwZa-d1simZ76VAW-e9PF_HT-Em_XDQNhEYjLf0nWpLBX01q7Y8E_tWW5j8FVQIFzaUV9er3hhqV3D7sz9kmvIguFh83REYWX5lLZLdcL6h7T_eS_tkI62jhPQWSRHrEBJ/s1600/food.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixnA9DnW6U_1cwZa-d1simZ76VAW-e9PF_HT-Em_XDQNhEYjLf0nWpLBX01q7Y8E_tWW5j8FVQIFzaUV9er3hhqV3D7sz9kmvIguFh83REYWX5lLZLdcL6h7T_eS_tkI62jhPQWSRHrEBJ/s320/food.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615019746200416242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u>Oh God, I think I just died and went to food heaven!</u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixnA9DnW6U_1cwZa-d1simZ76VAW-e9PF_HT-Em_XDQNhEYjLf0nWpLBX01q7Y8E_tWW5j8FVQIFzaUV9er3hhqV3D7sz9kmvIguFh83REYWX5lLZLdcL6h7T_eS_tkI62jhPQWSRHrEBJ/s1600/food.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzQic1kuIfwtAdTKHoeRlvAUmNuoV8mQTcmGrfhq-1RjP-SlaptMaLvrry5rC7C_d9N-iaf8uMoVc9biUiUmEUBUwTOy-P8nc7SCdnVdQPBcxwzj-cZStEkVsyywwZ8AspYjN5Tdznsv68/s1600/d_alif_fried_rice.jpg" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzQic1kuIfwtAdTKHoeRlvAUmNuoV8mQTcmGrfhq-1RjP-SlaptMaLvrry5rC7C_d9N-iaf8uMoVc9biUiUmEUBUwTOy-P8nc7SCdnVdQPBcxwzj-cZStEkVsyywwZ8AspYjN5Tdznsv68/s320/d_alif_fried_rice.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615019668446259746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Nasi Goreng!!! Most favorite dish to order at sec 2.</span></div></span><br /></div><div>It is also going to get verrrrryy lonely. I knew this was gonna happen of course. I mean, everyone else has gone off to have fun somewhere! Happily jumping about everywhere! I knew this, but it just never cease to AMAZE me how quiet the very busy UiTM can be! I kept commenting on it and I think I pretty much annoyed some people in the process!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZvZJTwMOdHnvFPQIdht_9spBIy0DLOI2RYc1hCEKSB7qyJeuG2La_UKzZ2Y_eajN4QMSeiXD1XKxeS8WsYpoC3257epWQld_vfI6kEbPjDY0QugWMzGDJqIl7_SbhwgndCX9mbLnvVONp/s320/Lonely_bench.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615019227183128882" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Lonely...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div>Make sure you have reliable internet connection, books, mangas, animes, your laptop, and other entertainment things to keep you company. Since I only took one class for the intersession, we only attend class in the morning from 11am to 2pm (ha! 2PM, fave k-pop band) and the rest of the day we are FREE! <i>FREEDOM!~ FREEDOM!~ FREEDOM!~ Gotta give what you take!~</i></div><div><br /></div><div>-__- *ignore my bad singing*</div><div><br /></div><div>Okay, so basically those are all the things I feel are interesting enough to report here. So if ever you wanna do the intersession thingie, I say go for it and be prepared for all of the above things. :)</div><div><br /></div>Sparrow_Winghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-54043521551364461942011-05-11T09:47:00.000-07:002011-05-11T10:37:20.397-07:00Stupid Ads...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCAJ01IThnNGtCzioZM0ECqmUtWw3nSktItjpTbP3SaeQ_nBL6e_ZeqFlHfaq3Yvu9uPe2CaO9Wy0tX30hcrK-zfoy0osXoDqh6J4ASQW4wpN3DyBIE-NXtmU7MkpmxBoNvdMHlTeS-ARS/s1600/kotex_newdesign3.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCAJ01IThnNGtCzioZM0ECqmUtWw3nSktItjpTbP3SaeQ_nBL6e_ZeqFlHfaq3Yvu9uPe2CaO9Wy0tX30hcrK-zfoy0osXoDqh6J4ASQW4wpN3DyBIE-NXtmU7MkpmxBoNvdMHlTeS-ARS/s320/kotex_newdesign3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605513132970536482" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Admittedly, they are pretty but it's gonna get dirty anyway so why bother?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>There have been several very stupid ads lately here in Malaysia...No, make that plenty of stupid ads. These commercials that have aired on our local tv have been so horrendously bad that I am beginning to think that is physically impossible for us to produce good advertisements. There is just something very <span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">wrong</span> </span>with the way we market our products and services. Only a very <span class="Apple-style-span">small </span>percentage ever really make sense.<div><br /></div><div>One particularly BAD ad that has been floating around on my mind is the new Kotex pads ad! It is the most stupid thing on earth! </div><div><br /></div><div>The ad starts out with three friends, all girls of course, walking around a shopping mall looking at things and admiring them. These girls look at a wedding dress and of course it's white because it's a wedding dress -DUH! But apparently, this does not satisfy them. Instead, they are thinking "There's something wrong with this picture...But what is it?" And then they go to a bakery or something like that and see all these pretty cakes and stuff but they're all white too. Once again, they have that same unsatisfied look splashed across their faces. Oh, and before all that, they walked out some place and found and old man selling some 'kacang putih'. </div><div><br /></div><div>Apparently, the white cakes and pastries just seemed to be the last straw for the ring leader and she simply <i><span class="Apple-style-span" >had </span></i>to do something about it. She whipped out the new Kotex pads with -and this is the best part-<span class="Apple-style-span"> </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >flower patterns</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span>sprinkled all over the pad!! Flower patterns, I tell you! FLOWERS! On pads!!! Whatever the hell for? My housemates/ classmates were all going "WTH? Why would anyone get bored at looking at wedding dresses that are white? They're wedding dresses, for god's sake! And why do we need flowers on our pads?? You bleed on it anyway! No purpose whatsoever!"</div><div><br /></div><div>Regardless of the sheer stupidity of the ad, my friends and I resolved to find a better commercial that would introduce Malaysian women to a whole new concept of wearing flowers on the pads.</div><div><br /></div><div> <span class="Apple-style-span" >We tried...</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" > We tried....</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >We tried.........</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" > <span class="Apple-style-span">We tried.................</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >We tried.......................</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">And gave up! The concept's too dumb that trying to help it succeed was fatal from the very beginning. Meh. Well, I figured we should <i><span class="Apple-style-span" >try </span></i>at least, seeing as we were English language students and could go into broadcasting or advertising if we so desired. Local ads aside, please check out some cool ads from the US and other countries like:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Jack-In-The-Box fries fight ad:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-SRIGPQ5pjk">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-SRIGPQ5pjk</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Visa Mastercard ad:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MmbruGJq7HE">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MmbruGJq7HE</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Chocolate ad:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n2zvtXk87r0">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n2zvtXk87r0</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">And the best, last but DEFINITELY not least, US Kotex ad:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FRf35wCmzWw">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FRf35wCmzWw</a></div>Sparrow_Winghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-33697818845899307692011-05-10T00:44:00.001-07:002011-05-11T07:08:27.830-07:00Finished watching Katangatari.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtjWUKxIYnYuMiZyCLWMe7-6fgorR5NS2kUPQsD9LhihrNXjpZIUsR_7C-hYV57HgTLccbc_K34j_tDIMK8pvu_lKa-zmdl9i9TI20sssQo0h3a9EmTesw3i77sEhwMRFcONFUC_QMS8Xg/s1600/hitei.jpg"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEqB66WBM4bLAZ5-F-E1-Y6BQxRoBc_KOiz0rk2AH5T44NPtRuoKUx9-sarGqlUgh2xrduOr2dRLWutKQJCV6tHzcCj0IJBqlgLihmOik0zJTkCOVg582RoRs2JiDIGX1_UUWSYvQbAObF/s1600/katanagatari_ep09_27.jpg"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOA8S1uIQNYUYJlmbgr7eSIOqn_pfgKMK3o5Sy0lVV2QZffklsFaQYHQsNu1OW0bllFzOKrHg4wq9Ihmn15mguFb_sLHDrdElodGvMDOHJpIW4uBt968xBUSg2xwiOkdXUd0T4yXsLKc11/s1600/katanagatari5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOA8S1uIQNYUYJlmbgr7eSIOqn_pfgKMK3o5Sy0lVV2QZffklsFaQYHQsNu1OW0bllFzOKrHg4wq9Ihmn15mguFb_sLHDrdElodGvMDOHJpIW4uBt968xBUSg2xwiOkdXUd0T4yXsLKc11/s320/katanagatari5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605022970650981106" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">Katanagatari and its beautiful art.</span></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">This is just the novel cover though.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO_b9m87pAr7J7kYlWYk-NBV7oXdzkMhTTx7ApKMd2IcD8YzM4Gw3XDLfDdp6WV2eGVj2HuT6C6zt_gJzrfGPN2Wfpk8SmwBy9KRe2zb4wXVCjciFBE4WTwlMKfxUKyIw20u2hnWDzCWem/s1600/katanagatari_ep09_24.jpg"></a>So I finished watching Katanagatari and I seriously think it's a great anime. The incompetent fool who wrote the subtitles to my video, however, got a lot of things messed up so I'm thinking of downloading better subtitles and then re-watching it. <div><br /></div><div>Katanagatari is great because:</div><div><br /></div><div>1. It is quite refreshing and original. I get it that the concept of using 'human swords' are not unheard of even if they are rare but the plot line is pretty upbeat and I rarely find myself yawning when I watch an episode. One reviewer said that he thought Katanagatari was more of a character development kind of anime instead of being called 'action'. I beg to differ. Certainly the anime delves deep into character development (Shichika from a complete emotion-less tool to a human sword who's brain can comprehend a house that's gaudy and laugh at it) but there is plenty of action as well! Each anime has action scenes in it so I wouldn't call it an anime whose sole purpose was to look at how the characters blossom. It's part of it, yes, but so's it a pat of the action.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjstKHHjB554_eJdMqt9fvvuJ24l8FXQfLQ05hpMvVTIeihBuiGFD1APlyeaXQba7-n6Tx9XXrInsOWchd_KlCBbA-akjV0tAbtx31k1D0Dw-hu6BoRU82Kkhn7u9c-s8FTfjneOr2r_GiF/s320/Katanagatari.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605023915222394546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 285px; " border="0" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">Shichika and Togame.</span></div><div><br /></div><div>2. Character designs!~ They are beautiful! I still pretty much dislike Togame but she got a bit bearable towards her death (SPOILER ALERT!). Her clothes still sucked though. I thought hers was the ugliest piece of sh*t ever but the Maniwa Corps sucked @ss too. HOWEVER, Shichika's design is attractive, masculine with a touch of feminine and suitable for his Kyoutoryuu style of fighting. He was what got me interested in the anime in the first place! XD Uneri Ginkaku was a wicked cool too. Simple, dark and gloomy, with the black and white hair to boot! Lol. He was rather fine in a dark mysterious way. Sabi Hakuhei was cool too. Something about him screams 'SNOW!' Well, anyway, he's your resident pretty white haired boy so go figure. They're always awesome as in @.@ & o.O and cool as in -___- and super duper strong like @+@. Wish I saw more of him though...</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmjUSyn_Nco_T3ukF0Z7UuSNQxlhPy4AbWQBIRL-TIijOJ67ZUOeKVqVliVe5TyZNZuialcJb0KdqZohOz7m27EjuHvgx3TCp8a02aLl7csYnBx6qOwWv5Dk8qzI_jp9OW384YlABFehaE/s1600/v04.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmjUSyn_Nco_T3ukF0Z7UuSNQxlhPy4AbWQBIRL-TIijOJ67ZUOeKVqVliVe5TyZNZuialcJb0KdqZohOz7m27EjuHvgx3TCp8a02aLl7csYnBx6qOwWv5Dk8qzI_jp9OW384YlABFehaE/s320/v04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605024342178279298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 183px; " border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">Shichika in battle with Sabi the smexy white haired boy. :D</span></div></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW0r6_JEBblncbhRFNtKPosdvUTge5fdO8AfPF4ZRq7fsF0PpG3BL2NT_fbPA64cUMGVdu9WR0lxEiwnZKugjuyfZigZBOBexW72AJamZvKawAwX4eLzHbqOMnwmXHvj1zr7bvjTLQJPvw/s1600/kata-67.png"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW0r6_JEBblncbhRFNtKPosdvUTge5fdO8AfPF4ZRq7fsF0PpG3BL2NT_fbPA64cUMGVdu9WR0lxEiwnZKugjuyfZigZBOBexW72AJamZvKawAwX4eLzHbqOMnwmXHvj1zr7bvjTLQJPvw/s320/kata-67.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605024662274149890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px; " border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">Uneri Ginkaku, the mysterious and dark ronin from Inaba. </span></div></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">Doesn't he just look so wicked cool?</span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmjUSyn_Nco_T3ukF0Z7UuSNQxlhPy4AbWQBIRL-TIijOJ67ZUOeKVqVliVe5TyZNZuialcJb0KdqZohOz7m27EjuHvgx3TCp8a02aLl7csYnBx6qOwWv5Dk8qzI_jp9OW384YlABFehaE/s1600/v04.jpg"></a><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAPISDeSePX-Yp5_lJmF5Q6vN_Dpz2bWigkp-j7Ku1eZ_dc3WhZTMtOtGquziHcTJzrG83hdhlvLeNiWVpnOA7frLTUov4eEUJSA5HrO2kOhILXdFOH9sD60LUHv8sQ6yjSF4_ffuaH29-/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605025137099013138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px; " border="0" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">Hideous ugly design. I like her with shorter hair though.</span></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">Clothes remain vomit-inducing.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjstKHHjB554_eJdMqt9fvvuJ24l8FXQfLQ05hpMvVTIeihBuiGFD1APlyeaXQba7-n6Tx9XXrInsOWchd_KlCBbA-akjV0tAbtx31k1D0Dw-hu6BoRU82Kkhn7u9c-s8FTfjneOr2r_GiF/s1600/Katanagatari.jpg"></a></div><div>3. ACTION! The fighting scenes are EPIC! And I loved how this anime doesn't just show people hack each other up with cool flashy moves but don't tell us viewers what the heck just happened. This one actually explains to us the nature of a person's techniques ie. :- Shichika: swordless, uses arms & legs as swords; Ginkaku: drawing sword technique, super fast at the speed of light; Nanami: Ill girl because she's too strong and that learning techniques literally makes her WEAKER! Yep, go figure...; etc, etc.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLm7kJmsVUARX6ao16JrH4LCMkxDDKi80WTXO_6tg7UjnN63_huyML3ItBJJ6Wn82UT0evEoqp7HkoHQJNuSucxbYHl2VLbPDSLi54CMGCReDb07Pr21rtEghSNWODC9lY5A2EsebSjdS1/s1600/sabi_hakuhei_vs_shichika_by_gtako-d2zld4h.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLm7kJmsVUARX6ao16JrH4LCMkxDDKi80WTXO_6tg7UjnN63_huyML3ItBJJ6Wn82UT0evEoqp7HkoHQJNuSucxbYHl2VLbPDSLi54CMGCReDb07Pr21rtEghSNWODC9lY5A2EsebSjdS1/s320/sabi_hakuhei_vs_shichika_by_gtako-d2zld4h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605025449138880690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px; " border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">I'll say this, the only reason which pisses me off about Katanagatari is the fight that was never seen; </span></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">Sabi Hakuhei vs Yasuri Shichika!</span></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">Glimpses of it was awesome though.</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAPISDeSePX-Yp5_lJmF5Q6vN_Dpz2bWigkp-j7Ku1eZ_dc3WhZTMtOtGquziHcTJzrG83hdhlvLeNiWVpnOA7frLTUov4eEUJSA5HrO2kOhILXdFOH9sD60LUHv8sQ6yjSF4_ffuaH29-/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW0r6_JEBblncbhRFNtKPosdvUTge5fdO8AfPF4ZRq7fsF0PpG3BL2NT_fbPA64cUMGVdu9WR0lxEiwnZKugjuyfZigZBOBexW72AJamZvKawAwX4eLzHbqOMnwmXHvj1zr7bvjTLQJPvw/s1600/kata-67.png"></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Also, it's very interesting to watch the Kyoutoryuu in action as well as adrenaline pumping. Meisai's sword technique was fascinating to watch too. I don't think I've ever seen a technique like hers before even tho I've toyed of the concept for some time. Ginkaku is just wicked! I've always had a fascination for sword drawers! Kenshin, anyone??? I think he and Sabi are my new anime crushes! They're so wickedly AWESOME!!! Kyaaaa!~~ Fangirl cry!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUO_KDhVbFSKxc1FJAi7dQYeKEZeEnFH4SMMn_lrKgyMKF2JkKG_RZwZu6muqwnPHBQLJ1MrWCQdCBBCxzvEA6ahQNJ3OlwenfEA3l4-HDxRFPLHzV4Cjz6MP_2Va5qqjJU7L_lzHTPCt7/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605025709850870930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px; " border="0" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:85%;" >Yasuri Shichika in one of the Kyoutoryuu stances.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>4. Character Development: It is surprisingly good. I was seriously praying that this anime was good while I was downloading it. I was so hoping it wasn't one of those stupidly boring animes which were supposed to be swords and fights and romance but instead got sidetracked with displaying a bunch of pretty boys holding katanas, drinking tea and looking cool all day long (Peacemaker Kurogane, pops in my mind right now). Thank god, it wasn't! Now let's look at how the characters blossom:</div><div><br /></div><div>Yasuri Shichika: From an emotionless retard with no human social skills whatsoever, the dude seemed to grow a bit of humanity throughout the series. I was glad that by the time he met Konayuki, he had grown some empathy and sympathy for her loss as well as his reluctance to do her any real harm. I was seriously growing to like him by then. He also developed in the sense that; before, he was certainly willing to take life just for the fact that he was 'Togame's sword' but actually even felt a bit...dare I say it, guilty, I guess, at killing Meisai, Ginkaku, Sabi and Koumori at the end of the series. When that Holy-man whatshisname asked him "why do you fight?" and told him it was no small deal killing people, bro; dude finally got some clue about what he'd done. He didn't regret those killings, but, he finally understood why he does those things for Togame, why loved her and how that love drives him to do her biding "willingly" as before that, he was just a puppet with no real emotions.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbyDLoy-DEudnRl8I5drU8CYzRm-rH2pUqrzqUI6zMcDhfbg68ktZcxycKr2AS9ieTwafAoBx0uT_XT5hdqi6NZn2pdZ6sLPWfi9emRjlWRrEONUDkNv3yNQBpMbYkJ6C3B-02PPNzeAXz/s320/shci.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605034369565596226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px; " border="0" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:85%;" >Yasuri Shichika in extremely serious mode. </span></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:85%;" >I think this was how he looked like after Togame died.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn9vNjNcge1vDU7l4ZxCWTsfYkQm-bdBdec5PYNnUUQrJQo_5OL5NUneWvXuJPvfg-kc4j2IGJ9wEvDpngDoRF1hzWoGEkay5iEdZBshdh-s9O8fo-nk0dinWJY8e7PFlqfdP8MGA8TdxG/s320/katanagatari06-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605066739216524770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px; " border="0" /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">11 year old Itezora Konayuki with the Herculean strength and she was the <i>weakest </i>in her clan. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></div><div>Togame: Pure hatred towards this bitch for the whole time of the series until I finally reached the episode with that Zanki Kiguchi girl. I just thought she was quite cute when she got all jealous of Zanki and Shichika. It was kinda sweet too when she thought she saw them kissing and later on cried. Haha! I guess, I prefer her more with short hair. Also, when they met that Holy-man dude, I cried for her! Poor girl! Her dad's head getting chopped off like that in front of her very eyes and her dad being a pretty boy was a plus too. Meh. I felt sorry for her. Her chracter seriously grew and changed and I really liked that about her. DESPITE this, I still harbor some irritation towards her...Sigh.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO_b9m87pAr7J7kYlWYk-NBV7oXdzkMhTTx7ApKMd2IcD8YzM4Gw3XDLfDdp6WV2eGVj2HuT6C6zt_gJzrfGPN2Wfpk8SmwBy9KRe2zb4wXVCjciFBE4WTwlMKfxUKyIw20u2hnWDzCWem/s320/katanagatari_ep09_24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605022659456666066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px; " border="0" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:85%;" >Why do you hate me so, Lily-chan?</span></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:85%;" >Lily: I hate you because you're just a total heartless skank but that seemed to evaporate a bit by episode 8 and beyond...Still, you are <i>VERY </i>annoying.</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Maniwa Corps: Wish they'd delve a bit more for these guys. I seriously thought Chouchou and his smexy big boobed babe had a story to be explored but, alas, there wasn't. Huou was pretty cool ('cept for the design) but he wasn't looked into either. Not much you know about them but they're ugly to look at anyway so, meh, just die already! </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkYWHmmo_bApMHtmqOlIyJ8cmxIFl8hEiTy_mmLzES2BpY_UGVMAohzYA-Ne3XTW1w5lIzL4EkaOPt2e8sIjvVPrt3lvwqqnLSpYqj5RFNbsyFdpbTOrDs0h5Hr0qsRoRFCdFa3Iw6I1Ng/s320/katanagatari_review1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605034105532417234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px; " border="0" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">The Maniwa Corps. A group of ninja wearing bright colors with animal themes.</span></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">And get this, they belong in special squads too like the beast squad, fish squad and insect squad.</span></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">Characters were quite memorable *some* but the designs were pretty whacked.</span></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">Who's ever heard of brightly dressed up ninjas?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhTS3x4tPd1iEoOlQZlYfTcoWBfUUGoYIMITfcqrrkkCWZIRKVfHszjSu4Ixrkv_49lvn_7bkCf53foLjwcCuAY7fI4hfj2FhThAy2joer37oVyZULYgcMUrW31zJAszeAntBnyezBQfQt/s1600/katanagatari_ep09_29.jpg" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhTS3x4tPd1iEoOlQZlYfTcoWBfUUGoYIMITfcqrrkkCWZIRKVfHszjSu4Ixrkv_49lvn_7bkCf53foLjwcCuAY7fI4hfj2FhThAy2joer37oVyZULYgcMUrW31zJAszeAntBnyezBQfQt/s320/katanagatari_ep09_29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605065406393024274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px; " border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">Chouchou and his smexy GF/ whatever. I forgot her name but I rather liked her.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div></span></span></div><div>Yasuri Nanami: I suspected that this chick had some spikes to her when in the first episode, Shichika told her he'd created a new technique and that he wanted her to see. Also, when Koumori launched an attack of kunais, <i>she </i>pushed Togame and numskull Shichika out of the way. No ordinary chick would've known that a bunch of kunais were flying your wayif you weren't somewhat experienced in combat, right? And lo and behold, Nanami, ill girl with thin arms and legs that can barely hold up, who's soft and gentle demeanor depicts that of a weakling, is actually only an ill girl because her body is too strong for her to contain it in the first place! She is shockingly powerful and frightening when she is in combat. She has the freaky ability to observe people's techniques and then master it upon second observation. Nanami, is seriously whacked in the head though! You do not want to face her as an opponent when she's got that psycho grin on her face! No scratch that! You don't want to face her as an opponent AT ALL! Her character development isn't that deep but since she is extremely surprising, she gets gold stars for that! Yay, Nanami!</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7RXPlnEFg7i2ifBD2Zxva_jS_XE_wpq0o75b8KsvuPYdF4gOQ0t3zKWy3gNqRlkaA3UOxR6inj9vuZI60XfUmxBMXY-qhzhxX55j2K5cZs0EiGNLwKkidn5O9Qwh9LbD5qNaZ-0jt99BU/s320/katanagatari3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605065631034551890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px; " border="0" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:85%;" >Yasuri Nanami. Very scary older sister. I think she might have even harbored some incestuous love for her bro...IDK. Just my opinion. I mean, it's not unheard of in Japanese anime, right?</span></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:85%;" >All of these underlying themes...T__T Meh.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div>Princess Hitei: Insignificant bitch. I really don't care for her much.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtjWUKxIYnYuMiZyCLWMe7-6fgorR5NS2kUPQsD9LhihrNXjpZIUsR_7C-hYV57HgTLccbc_K34j_tDIMK8pvu_lKa-zmdl9i9TI20sssQo0h3a9EmTesw3i77sEhwMRFcONFUC_QMS8Xg/s1600/hitei.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtjWUKxIYnYuMiZyCLWMe7-6fgorR5NS2kUPQsD9LhihrNXjpZIUsR_7C-hYV57HgTLccbc_K34j_tDIMK8pvu_lKa-zmdl9i9TI20sssQo0h3a9EmTesw3i77sEhwMRFcONFUC_QMS8Xg/s320/hitei.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605090664391874530" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 320px; " border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">Princess Hitei who seemed to have a HUGE love for pink roses.</span></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">She accompanied Shichika in his travels after the series reached its end.</span></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">Maybe they'll end up together...IDK.</span></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Enmonzaemon: I think his clothes are lame but he'd be interesting to draw. Hahaha! Techniques and stuff didn't really move me. They should've shed some history on this fellow.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEqB66WBM4bLAZ5-F-E1-Y6BQxRoBc_KOiz0rk2AH5T44NPtRuoKUx9-sarGqlUgh2xrduOr2dRLWutKQJCV6tHzcCj0IJBqlgLihmOik0zJTkCOVg582RoRs2JiDIGX1_UUWSYvQbAObF/s320/katanagatari_ep09_27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605065849118708354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px; " border="0" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:85%;" >Enmonzaemon. When first saw him fight Shichika in the AMV I watched, I thought he was a girl.</span></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:85%;" >That slim figure did got me to wonder what gender he really was.</span></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:85%;" >And I went on a rampage to find this anime then.</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Well, the character development mostly focuses on the two main characters so I guess that leaves nil room for the others to develop...sigh.</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, yes, Katanagatari is seriously an awesome anime! I looooooooove it to death right now! I am currently in need to find a replacement anime for the void I feel but at the same time am too high on Katanagatari. I need swords and sword fighting in the anime! Lots of them! Maybe I'll try Samaurai Champloo soon...We'll see. </div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7nnU06_FpS4jYDg62EcDPb4Y_qE8-XX3Mb3U8kC_3plw1bwzzbwbnbp06NDzr1lKibA3PvVlMipCg7M8JCUF1I99zyRo0ciXECZ1q1wxqcJ9KvnzMBhoedE5P85g6Vd677OuXctNqBd9a/s1600/53jl0l.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7nnU06_FpS4jYDg62EcDPb4Y_qE8-XX3Mb3U8kC_3plw1bwzzbwbnbp06NDzr1lKibA3PvVlMipCg7M8JCUF1I99zyRo0ciXECZ1q1wxqcJ9KvnzMBhoedE5P85g6Vd677OuXctNqBd9a/s320/53jl0l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605067358374097298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px; " border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">A future look of how things would be? I don't know but I think the pic is very well drawn! :)</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">Well, that's it then. </span></div>Sparrow_Winghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-35829629211141841602011-05-07T06:19:00.000-07:002011-05-07T06:47:22.043-07:00I HATE TOGAME!!!<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoC7QKMkpB_YnmEYnXQLucedEISsv4521MroylkCugU4Cxii5PgDOAi7c04h1NFpwZN9e6_TbudLED-24wpbpVtcBl3xmw4y4Jc7rMRLbhzFOCL2ePbNzaNSFHYbaXwJ32fDZEVlP2AsLx/s1600/mazui_katanagatari__03_27b74234-mkv_snapshot_04-28_2010-03-13_05-49-49_thumb.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglA9bWpAW1xKwFzetS9Vpsc6uHIrsihpIqke3cShGSqsOHI9WZbro8lh8fniZZSheX8pi5Tlg57sgJ0Msn8NqS2ZrpakTXHbCqDOhruHCktKK_kugt3iXY9Wuz4sLxBW4_ob_lASSrpNc7/s1600/Mazui_Katanagatari_-_01_BD790C69-7.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 182px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglA9bWpAW1xKwFzetS9Vpsc6uHIrsihpIqke3cShGSqsOHI9WZbro8lh8fniZZSheX8pi5Tlg57sgJ0Msn8NqS2ZrpakTXHbCqDOhruHCktKK_kugt3iXY9Wuz4sLxBW4_ob_lASSrpNc7/s320/Mazui_Katanagatari_-_01_BD790C69-7.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603969082263162562" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Togame: the annoying, 'cheerio' yelling white haired bitch with a weird psychotic personality. ugh!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">check it, there's this new anime i've been watching and getting hooked on. it's called katanagatari. for those of you who're anime freaks, please go check this out cuz' seriously it's awesome! plenty of fighting scenes, cool art, cool characters , etc. everything that a good anime lover would like. (well, shonen lovers, i guess).</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">anyway, it's the anime i love and i like the hero/anti-hero (depends on how you wanna interpret him) BUT....i just freaking HATE that b*tch Togame!!!!! i hate togame! i hate hate hate hate hate her!!!!! she's such a disgusting thing! i feel like killing her all the time! so fucking annoying!!! yahhh!~</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">anyway, here's some pictures of her so ya'll (whoever the f*ck ya'll are since nobody bothers with this shitty blog anyway) don't get bored...sigh.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgEJC8UkI9l9vcxJ05qwj7QzOe2ZvbScC30Fg0bOhTfzsyRkwvQav3s1GZBKstrgoFi3TXfsgz6e82nOdfk0SzCuBzZvmp_cs6AcfBqsSVzzUn1ZiHVrrXZwD07OlCXn_RCqD6iDjNXxRP/s320/katanagatari-original-soundtrack-vol-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603968768277241074" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">cute couple?? i DON'T think so. i hate them together!!! ugh!~</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWCIhWr-kwAMOKB35nOMvC41P1T26MbgL2qFA3UZzfn1IW4GL3bkZYpjeIbqclyMcM-_Wvfkv81XfRTmMuTqKsPg_E2NZ-LxVjxIKWs5hadFexrfc5mpsX15RthNn83GaQEtEVnGp12Fn5/s320/katanagatari3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603968852039004226" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">kukuku!~ i think i'll just annoy lily-chan here since my very existence bugs the hell out of her life. GAH! DIiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeee togame-bitch!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">why i hate togame? she's just evil to me. not a kind bone in her. she's willing to kill most anyone just as long as she can collect her stupid swords. EVIL = STUPID MAIN CHARACTER. and because she's evil i don't think she suits shichika. shichika has no humanity and he should probably be w/ someone kind and sweet so he could become kind and sweet too. meh. i just effin' hate her! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">another reason...she's so annoying! already said that but whatever! she is! she likes to jump up and punch shichika while yelling 'cheerio!' which is supposed to be her catchphrase or whatever. totally fucking stupid! she probably thinks it's cute or something. to me, she just looks like a retard. meh.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoC7QKMkpB_YnmEYnXQLucedEISsv4521MroylkCugU4Cxii5PgDOAi7c04h1NFpwZN9e6_TbudLED-24wpbpVtcBl3xmw4y4Jc7rMRLbhzFOCL2ePbNzaNSFHYbaXwJ32fDZEVlP2AsLx/s320/mazui_katanagatari__03_27b74234-mkv_snapshot_04-28_2010-03-13_05-49-49_thumb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603969155557077378" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">see!!!?? punching him while yelling 'cheerio!' what kind of retard does that????</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0p4bdzjeA6H97C2IT3zw2QvTdLGNTZGgH1ilpHoi3hF8y5cv_IzFv0ylSvPrBSBqcLtO6kG1xUAdxeFHgbd05Zjg8qsEuCgC7odF7EGDYD1tl4E9X6yHGyUGRLoOgXEsYSKuCtuBGGLt8/s320/katanagatari.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603969001137109858" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">yay! on with the moronic 'cheerio!' yell...retard.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">reason no. 3: she is COMPLETELY shameless. i HATE girls like her! i can't believe she bathed NAKED with an equally NAKED shichika!!! WTF??? ugh! she wasn't even blushing. she even told him to stand up so she could look at his NAKED NAKED NAKED NAKED body!!!!! EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!~ what kind of a dirty girl is she??? has she no shame whatsoever? i thought she was supposed to be some feudal lord's daughter and a princess by birth or some other shit like that. (i haven't watched the complete series bt i just can't stand her!) AND THEN she has the grace, i tell you, the FUCKING GRACE to blush when shichika says cute endearing things like "i wanted o be your sword!", or "i fell for togame!" or whatever. she even blushed like mad when he tickled her collar bone. what the HELL?? what is THAT? what is THAT??? GAH! fucking hate her! psycho bitch!!! there was another time when she even dressed naked in front of shichika too! i seriously SQUIRMED with unease as i watched that episode. YUCK!<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">i'll admit...i hated shichika a whole lot at first too but he kinda grew on me by the time i reached episode 8...i thought oh he does have some kindness to him...quite cute. and oh, he can be beaten after all...meh. anyway, i guess the whole point of this post is...I HATE TOGAME!!!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>Sparrow_Winghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-76166191123009221402011-04-06T06:52:00.000-07:002011-04-06T12:16:33.070-07:00The Garden of Exile by Toby Martin [LYRICS]<div style="text-align: center;">In the garden of exile,<br />You can never leave,<br />Apparently there's a back gate,<br />But I just don't believe it,<br />It's designed in such a way,<br />That each path eventually,<br />Leads you back to where you started,<br />In never ending aisles,<br />Walking<br />In the garden of exile.<br /><br />In the garden of exile,<br />The exile sleep all day,<br />A flock of birds crosses the sky,<br />And the gulls the other way,<br />I rest my hand,<br />In the cool of the shade,<br />There's nothing but a humming,<br />As it crosses the tile,<br />In the garden of exile.<br /><br />Chorus<br /><br />I'm only half here,<br />I'm only half here,<br />I'm only half here,<br />I'm only half here,<br />I'm only half here.<br /><br />In the garden of exile,<br />Our fathers built,<br />Statues of all the nation's heroes,<br />In the tops of the hills,<br />Everything's done before us,<br />Everything is will,<br />The future is the past,<br />There'll be no thinking for a while,<br />No thinking in the garden of exile.<br /><br />Repeat Chorus<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">PS: I don't know whether this is completely correct. But after listening to it over and over again, this is what I've come to believe in...Hopefully, it's right.<br /></div></div>Sparrow_Winghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-49683914875049602512011-02-18T03:21:00.000-08:002011-02-18T04:52:26.119-08:00Reborn<div><div><div><div>Reborn again. That's how I feel like at the age of 21 right now. I feel as if I am reborn again.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMAr_6CpJ3Vz9PrCt_B-1Hhbpben3mpImT8cmW2a_f1CQiMp_lQg9IaC_3yC2-Gsdqa37Ru-hhtT95ORn9DYjeUp0Po9CZ7pXr0PNpdgB4k3Oq6VEnSqeUvXKSjKIjh5Z6vxlisQerXLB2/s1600/Reborn_179_cover_wall.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMAr_6CpJ3Vz9PrCt_B-1Hhbpben3mpImT8cmW2a_f1CQiMp_lQg9IaC_3yC2-Gsdqa37Ru-hhtT95ORn9DYjeUp0Po9CZ7pXr0PNpdgB4k3Oq6VEnSqeUvXKSjKIjh5Z6vxlisQerXLB2/s320/Reborn_179_cover_wall.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575005623068031970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; ">Not this Reborn</span></div><div><br /></div><div><div>Let me tell you it is a good feeling. I've never been so at peace before in my life, at least, not since childhood. Ah, childhood...The happy carefree days where you didn't think twice about whether or not you were pretty and if your brother's friend thinks you're hot or not. And then there was adolescence! A horrible experience for me and I've got the battle scars to prove it...Well, not really. But I do have the memories and trust me some of them were pretty bad. But as horrible a time I had growing into a teenager, I have to admit that there were some good times in it too. Like the friends I've made who are loyal and good still. And Miss Geraldine Chin, my ace fave English teacher who was super awesome! And the moments in school...Just small little moments like waiting for the annoying assembly bell to go off, walking to the koperasi to get my usual RM0.50 chocolate bun and Nescafe Mocha, or like going for Taekwondo and drooling after my first Taekwando master (he was kind of hot in a Chinese/Jap/Korean type of way) and other stuff like waiting for the bus to arrive or in my later years, for my dad to arrive and other stuff like that.</div></div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5bI50Df4ONRNA3sQMDlaUE2kC070mu6ZiWcv1Wj6_6FVl3U_Y-Ks8HEwQGjR1ML7JMLon4VDoBS7L1Lwb1YavoWthiLXR0t1kitEPHf_qX2bBd3ptYK6hWl12eNexKPlxY-ofBoFINUoT/s1600/high-school-high-school-sucks-demotivational-poster-1283058649.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5bI50Df4ONRNA3sQMDlaUE2kC070mu6ZiWcv1Wj6_6FVl3U_Y-Ks8HEwQGjR1ML7JMLon4VDoBS7L1Lwb1YavoWthiLXR0t1kitEPHf_qX2bBd3ptYK6hWl12eNexKPlxY-ofBoFINUoT/s320/high-school-high-school-sucks-demotivational-poster-1283058649.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575006473721224770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; ">High school sucks</span></div><div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div><div>No doubt, high school was a deep dark horrifying place for any hormonal and insecure teen but I don't regret going through the whole process. In other words, I'd rather just go back to school than go to prison. Heh. (opposing a Glee cast member)</div><div><br /></div><div>My teenage years weren't kind to me. I grew up thinking I was fat and that no one wanted me. The problem with me was that I always knew I was pretty but my love for food was just too strong. I always always thought "If I were slim, boys would want me." and "If I were slim, I'd be pretty!". It was awful but I've come to realize that I was WRONG. Dead wrong! I should've known that even slim girls get dumped, even handsome get elbowed and that there was and is ABSOLUTELY NOTHING WRONG WITH ME! I am a perfect creation of Allah SWT and I should have never been so insecure in the first place! I've come to love myself and what I've become part of how I got to be who I am today was by going through high school. So I guess, even though it hurt and even though I may have some horrible memories, I am NOT going to ever stop believing in myself! I know now that people picked on me not because I was fat or ugly. It was because I was special. I am special. And they were just JEALOUS sons of bitches.</div><div><br /></div><div>I know now that I am beautiful no matter what they say. I know now that words could never bring me down ever again. I'll never stop believing in myself and loving myself. Because honestly, who would love you if you didn't love yourself first? I'm a humble person and I'd never say it aloud to anyone in this whole world but since nobody reads this blog anyway, I'm just going to write whatever it is that I feel right now! And right now I feel so god damned pretty and so god damned in love with myself and if anyone opposes then they can go shove a baton up their ass!</div></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimF-mT9L0DtPEaIR8htgRJVV9D2iLJdt-zV6V5vtkp5kAy0tATXs5SN_lLFTg5vPQiLGCTttJ4MfOpH8H8BrdtsYKrWOPt0aK-D9H2C45jJCtPciB6xU_ED-Vv7fxJGog8yDKX5C8T58qY/s1600/INNER_BEAUTY-INNER_CONFLICT_Wallpaper__yvt2.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimF-mT9L0DtPEaIR8htgRJVV9D2iLJdt-zV6V5vtkp5kAy0tATXs5SN_lLFTg5vPQiLGCTttJ4MfOpH8H8BrdtsYKrWOPt0aK-D9H2C45jJCtPciB6xU_ED-Vv7fxJGog8yDKX5C8T58qY/s320/INNER_BEAUTY-INNER_CONFLICT_Wallpaper__yvt2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575009409625771458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; ">Inner Beauty</span></div><div><br /></div><div>I am pretty, gorgeous, smart, beautiful inside and out and I don't care about what others will say about it! I'll never go back to being a wall flower, too afraid to show her feelings and speak her mind...I'm born again as a new person, a whole new me! The me that was dying to get out and break away from the bulimic, scared, unstable zombie of a girl. It took me eight years to get there but now I'm there and it is such a RELIEF! All it took was some courage, praying, loving and getting over a crush. Thank you ex-crush because if it wasn't for you, I'd probably always be the same person. Thank you so much for giving me so much joy even if it was for a brief period of time. Thank you so much for making my heart race. Thank you so much for entertaining me even when you didn't want me as anything more than a friend. Thank you for delivering me to my new self. I never regretted liking you...:) And thanks to Allah, you and myself, I'm reborn.</div></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhepdOfaeMyCRejM0OlWSyKwtapHU0dvvYmm2hWMqs29HAHOzQvUHTYINpPO8FBx-7VSJ_JIVLd0nxR6SUD2HDgLTNIwA0xwua5UcnYYY2vGJFt5qo3jrv2tp2gvUbowYmmDW4sq24XS41J/s1600/happiness20hands.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhepdOfaeMyCRejM0OlWSyKwtapHU0dvvYmm2hWMqs29HAHOzQvUHTYINpPO8FBx-7VSJ_JIVLd0nxR6SUD2HDgLTNIwA0xwua5UcnYYY2vGJFt5qo3jrv2tp2gvUbowYmmDW4sq24XS41J/s320/happiness20hands.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575011279532184370" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">The Pursuit of Happyness</span></div><div><div><div><br /></div></div></div>Sparrow_Winghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-21031820064954102582010-12-18T01:52:00.000-08:002010-12-18T02:01:43.406-08:00being made used of...<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >my sisters and family say that i'm sometimes too nice.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >i get that too. i feel like i'm too nice and too much of a coward.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >i hate to have my head stepped on by other people because of this but alas, it has happened one too many times.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >i hate confrontations so i will go to lengths just to avoid fights and all that.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >like, if we went to a restaurant and the waiter was being extremely rude to us, my cowardly self would just say "let it be...he'll get what's coming around to him these days." and my nice self would say "oh, it's alright. you know you shouldn't stoop to his level."</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >it gets hard when it comes to friends and family though. for instance, when friends ask you for help and you think "oh, it's ok. they're my friends after all." but your body is screaming "WHAT A TRIFLE LOAD OF WORK TO DO!!!! WHY? WHY? WHY WOULD YOU AGREE TO THAT???"</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >sigh. so yes, i'm not sometimes particularly proud of the fact that i'm too nice.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >sometimes, i wished i could be a total b*tch. it makes life a whole lot easier.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >but then my nice side would then again remind me ever so gently, "you shouldn't stoop to their level, dear. it makes things uglier and the world really could do with less evil people anyway..."</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >and thus, i'm forever doomed to remain too nice and too cowardly as well as too-easy-to-be-made-used-off. :)</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>Sparrow_Winghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-13958908705298494772010-09-11T23:57:00.000-07:002010-09-12T00:18:13.982-07:00EID!!!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyie5MQcd5-9y5U-mM2sE88JjCyWScUsfISdluKWC6fkUL1dcUfXJl_gY3nV7Rt7ri-fcnGqo6w24_emDVSlYD5IwSKLzcP3DcGGGTRdMaKx-vnMw6YUpDoLLiM_PWULRUjFjZjdjeY5vt/s1600/59043_438590312765_561192765_5026111_5090646_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyie5MQcd5-9y5U-mM2sE88JjCyWScUsfISdluKWC6fkUL1dcUfXJl_gY3nV7Rt7ri-fcnGqo6w24_emDVSlYD5IwSKLzcP3DcGGGTRdMaKx-vnMw6YUpDoLLiM_PWULRUjFjZjdjeY5vt/s320/59043_438590312765_561192765_5026111_5090646_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515920684598672946" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Our Family.</span></span></div><div><br />So ok, it's Raya and everyone is busy strutting their stuff. You know whenever anybody goes out of the house it's always in their new Raya clothes, right? So everybody tends to look their best when they walk about. You see all these bright lovely colors flashing down the streets and you immediately know, "Ha! They've come to 'berraya at somebody's house". <div><br /></div><div>Our first day of Raya was really sweet. We just visited my Mak Su's house and had a blast there. Nah, there weren't any fireworks and not even any pop pops but we did have a nice time chit chatting and going mad-crazy with all the photography sessions. Plus, my dad has just recently got himself a new vid-cam and camera so you just know what he's gonna do with it...*rolls eyes*. And there's my mom who is a REAL c@mwhore...*rolls eyes again*</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgchjYR02i8Kma4_nUtGbVkjjEfEWRJjVmygSSPq6K6bs8fN4rplKnUZ0TX2NXrbDIzr_ytyw30dRxjpPil2jLSWzs-dnO-5cfz19exi3CcuWdyxj7m0fXI924tX-a6luNScfSvg9yUK1Rh/s320/47465_438591527765_561192765_5026142_3856694_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515920843330969682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Our family with Mak Su, Athirah, Hannah and Ziyad and Tok Mummy! </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>Me, Yaya and Ima were all in our kain sari baju kurungs and let me tell you, boy, we were dressed to kill. My whole baju was like glittering as it is covered with gold sequins. Hey, it can't be helped since it is made in India and what's Indian if it doesn't have a LARGE amount of gold. </div><div><br /></div><div>Yeah, so we had a whole lot of fun with my grandma and Mak Su and her great family. Athirah had worn these KILLER heels. They looked like they belonged in a rock concert...or a New Haven titty bar...Veeeeery sexy. They were from Vincci and I'm thinking of getting some of those too...Some day...*runs off to check on her duit raya* </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikEFig82zhjLvzUgfTPjmDuP6fyefecQ1_4pxTvxO8gTaj16jVrmwnZkAV2eUzCVwFXBlfyzXImyV3AdkVVaAkOuhMYwu-sJaZFHceuv1fy4_77hZZI48EzIMnrETPG8huRkqsQVtFXu5W/s320/49226_1251767561_357_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515921902093989074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >The KILLER heels...</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>Well, anyway, that's about ti for now! I'm just really grateful that we get to spend another happy Raya day with all our friends and family! It's really a blessing from Allah. I need to get ready now so I can visit my uncles' graves. They died some time between 2001 and 2002...I miss them...GTG.</div></div>Sparrow_Winghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-34802280562335961542010-04-29T02:22:00.000-07:002010-05-16T03:09:29.191-07:00Ugh! Mean Girls Go Away!Okay, who the bloody hell do you think you are? Some kind of goddess from heaven or something? Puh-lease! You ain't all that!<br /><br />Talking behind people's backs and bitching about anyone (and I do mean ANYONE) is like, your favorite pass time! It's disgusting! How can you be so hypocritical? It's totally inhumane.<br /><br />"I'm getting fatter!"<br /><br />"My boobs are too big!"<br /><br />"I have man shoulders..."<br /><br />etc<br /><br />are just some of the lame things you say to get others like US to say nice things to you. And god, before I knew what a frickin' b*tch you are, I wouldn't have ever said any of the things I did. I never did reassure your beauty. C'mon what do you frickin' take me for? Some lame ass freak who's too insecure of her own looks? Yeesh. But I did like to tell her off and say stuff like "If you think you're fat, what the bloody hell do you think I am then?? A blue whale?"<br /><br />Shouldn't have done that though. Should've just frickin' told you that "Yeah, you really are getting extremely FAT! I bet you're bordering on obesity right now!" That would've been EPIC!!! And yeah, uhm, you actually deserve it.<br /><br />How dare you talk behind my back and say mean things about me? How dare you go around all my friends' back and say bad things about them??? What is your problem??? Do you know that I don't say a single bad thing about YOU! Yes, you the frickin' devil who has horns in the back of her head.<br /><br />Ugh, whatever. Your boyfriend's an idiot I must say. He's way too good for you. I mean, poor dude's got his b*lls in such a stitch, he can't even breath. The only reason he's still with you is because you're pretty and that's about it. I cannot see any other reason why he wants to be with you. You're mean to him. Granted you may kinda love him but I think you're a bit too vain. You think you can yell at him and scold him all you want cuz' he will never leave you cuz' oh, right, you're pretty. What else is the reason? It solves everything in this world. Your beauty. Beauty = problems solved.<br /><br />I think you suck. Stop saying bad things about people! I despise people like you most! You're evil! You're a mean girl!<br /><br />If it weren't for you NONE of us would ever b*tch about each other behind our backs! Not like I do anyway. Whenever you b*tched about *^% I try my best to defend her because she is my friend and I love her. Unlike you. But seriously, before you came along, we never b*tched about anyone. @#@ never ever said mean stuff about *^% before you came into our group and spread your evil! And neither did !@#$% for that matter. We loved each other and despite our differences and our disagreements, we still didn't talk bad about each other behind each others' backs!<br /><br />Ah, when the spawns of evil are at its work, it spreads across our sweet untainted group like a cancer. A disease that is deadly and if we're not careful, it might just be fatal.<br /><br />She's here right now. Spreading her evil seeds around us everywhere. She is everywhere. Like shadows and all that is dark and evil and hideously mean. She follows us everywhere. She is the demon in our hearts. She is the one we have to overcome the most.<br /><br />Do you know why people hate you so much? Because you are one of the<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiym9DYs-KlJjMdedqFrE3p71vgSFjVAPlvvhgsFlIGwawCYBQm6xsw5luhuJqUW_daFubu7KK8EImFQXIpf-LsS1V0CuJesV7oeT5tNKErjuQZbo4N_JrC9Pzwlg6xxZtUdFtqoaKTmb5B/s1600/meangirls11.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiym9DYs-KlJjMdedqFrE3p71vgSFjVAPlvvhgsFlIGwawCYBQm6xsw5luhuJqUW_daFubu7KK8EImFQXIpf-LsS1V0CuJesV7oeT5tNKErjuQZbo4N_JrC9Pzwlg6xxZtUdFtqoaKTmb5B/s320/meangirls11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465493763898253330" border="0" /></a>Sparrow_Winghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-20192129834596308492010-02-06T08:29:00.001-08:002010-02-06T10:23:07.402-08:0020th Birthday!!Yesterday's yesterday I celebrated my 20th birthday with my friends! After class at APB, I went over with my friends to SACC mall so we could have our lunch there and celebrate my birthday.<br /><br />I encountered some sort of trouble with my ATM card so by the time me and Nabil (my housemate who was such a kind hearted little doll) met up with the others at Secret Recipe, all of them were waiting for me! I kept apologizing again and again *starts singing 'Again and Again' by 2PM* but all of them said it wasn't a big deal. When my cute little friends say that, I feel as if I'm the luckiest person in the whole wide world! It's always nice to know that people love you!<br /><br />Anyway, we ordered our food and sat there happily waiting to be served when Hanan (she's my other housemate/roommate) said she needed to go the bathroom.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">"Eh, I nk g toilet jap. Yuni teman I."</span><br /><br />I watched them go as the food arrived and I thought nothing of it.<br /><br />It was when I was almost tucking into my mac and cheese was when Yuni and Nan came into Secret Recipe with this super <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:180%;" >HUGE </span>plastic bag!<br /><br />Guess what was in it? A super <span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:180%;" >HUGE </span>birthday card! It was pink and decorated with shiny pink hearts! It was the cutest thing ever! I was so touched by their gift I felt like crying but I think the joy of it all made my tear glands dry up! Lol. But no other words can express how truly happy I felt at this super sweet and wonderful gesture! Thank you my lovely friends for such a wonderful gift!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWreBC7NCNDp5FslEXnyj7ihVc1AlYg19SqNl2McXXtZe5-WVgpKBeoTPq9fZE6-P-BtKhsqksWOKUOys_hXNKaRf4sISv5EeoN_VG0eptom5OTvu-9zpbHpV3908TQlHAMgJjBagBRUWJ/s1600-h/21855_1344703621833_1358541674_973576_6983269_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWreBC7NCNDp5FslEXnyj7ihVc1AlYg19SqNl2McXXtZe5-WVgpKBeoTPq9fZE6-P-BtKhsqksWOKUOys_hXNKaRf4sISv5EeoN_VG0eptom5OTvu-9zpbHpV3908TQlHAMgJjBagBRUWJ/s320/21855_1344703621833_1358541674_973576_6983269_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435192512635848290" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">my birthday gift the HUGE card!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Thank you!</span><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPX7lzc4udp0d20MYv-3Qtc7bgZB-kg0JKvvtzIpBHLall7Qd8Pki4lLivmGW9yOTTzTFRqlN9WFl2fYcAUJWKU4xt69Is3dc6TpGWpGxO2ykGiaW-XtbRHPl8MZ4uAM0F35giCHCsNSYW/s1600-h/21855_1344703741836_1358541674_973579_4135646_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPX7lzc4udp0d20MYv-3Qtc7bgZB-kg0JKvvtzIpBHLall7Qd8Pki4lLivmGW9yOTTzTFRqlN9WFl2fYcAUJWKU4xt69Is3dc6TpGWpGxO2ykGiaW-XtbRHPl8MZ4uAM0F35giCHCsNSYW/s320/21855_1344703741836_1358541674_973579_4135646_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435193166869258498" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" >Reading what you guys wrote! Lol. So cute and sweet! May Allah bless you all!<br /><br /></span><a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYD1YUh3oSwQfnrXqUEW2FnF4p0VO5G6CXKAHNJcnOS8m9uTqA4FeEVKYL7dgjE_I6HAX36aFmwUfKe1bwOEs9puY_RYzeyRK-bw-_uzoFVNtqm6Ea0kJZOHHm6VLzz1GmyzyCJjoK9XFF/s1600-h/21855_1344709261974_1358541674_973588_748015_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYD1YUh3oSwQfnrXqUEW2FnF4p0VO5G6CXKAHNJcnOS8m9uTqA4FeEVKYL7dgjE_I6HAX36aFmwUfKe1bwOEs9puY_RYzeyRK-bw-_uzoFVNtqm6Ea0kJZOHHm6VLzz1GmyzyCJjoK9XFF/s320/21855_1344709261974_1358541674_973588_748015_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435194879675982818" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" >Loving my b'day</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXTbLDFI0NRX-kTzz_jgqXN6nQXpvWtsmqln7zc3xZ6o0hkg_kH6yJEYYOUfQxH3YHcJ-O0jpWhRopnAiYQBbK9vVM7OcJSplUF9Jae8YtmGQ1LCn0pn9p9fVphpVaCkNkBTPJE4c3J9Km/s1600-h/21855_1344703701835_1358541674_973578_7672941_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXTbLDFI0NRX-kTzz_jgqXN6nQXpvWtsmqln7zc3xZ6o0hkg_kH6yJEYYOUfQxH3YHcJ-O0jpWhRopnAiYQBbK9vVM7OcJSplUF9Jae8YtmGQ1LCn0pn9p9fVphpVaCkNkBTPJE4c3J9Km/s320/21855_1344703701835_1358541674_973578_7672941_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435195634267334914" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">With other birthday girl Nabilah, Eka's childhood friend!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">Had a lovely birthday together!</span><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUBb7BUpaNgd9OS6D1BRTkrS1MTjSbVvbUtah-6qaqxnXuGOSljbBSeUROBQxBsl7d9OmWPt1FYnFYpa_zoQRyyqJlyLwZqAr_ljaHyo3nvJsMomgh_zVSbvxyhjCNhXYTgbxiPUSQ4NnG/s1600-h/21855_1344703661834_1358541674_973577_83915_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUBb7BUpaNgd9OS6D1BRTkrS1MTjSbVvbUtah-6qaqxnXuGOSljbBSeUROBQxBsl7d9OmWPt1FYnFYpa_zoQRyyqJlyLwZqAr_ljaHyo3nvJsMomgh_zVSbvxyhjCNhXYTgbxiPUSQ4NnG/s320/21855_1344703661834_1358541674_973577_83915_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435196216213407666" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">Birthday doughnuts! The lettering done by Yuni! She used Choki2 to do it!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">What an amazing job!</span><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Well, that was when I celebrated with my friends. I just had a second celebration with my family just now but I'll write that one tomorrow! Right now I'm off to bed! God, sooooooooooooo sleepy...</span><br /></div><br /></div>Sparrow_Winghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-87968319180450648492010-02-01T23:04:00.000-08:002010-02-01T23:16:01.911-08:00Hurt?Just because you're hurting,<br />Just because you're feeling,<br />Doesn't give you the right,<br />To be demeaning.<br /><br />Just because you feel pain,<br />just because you're not feeling sane,<br />Doesn't give to the right,<br />To take it like as if it were a game.<br /><br />Just because you feel blue,<br />Just because you feel down,<br />Doesn't give you the right,<br />To spread it all around.<br /><br />Just because I'm happy,<br />And you're not,<br />Just because I feel good,<br />And you don't,<br />Doesn't give you the right,<br />To frown and moan.<br /><br />You say it's cuz' you're hurting,<br />You say you can't help this feeling,<br />You say these things again and again,<br />It still doesn't make it right,<br />When will you repent and see the light?<br /><br />I hate people like you,<br />Who think you're the only ones who hurt,<br />When we do too,<br />Everybody hurts,<br />And everybody cries,<br />So don't start screaming,<br />And shouting out your lies!<br /><br />Stop thinking of only you,<br />The world doesn't only revolve around you,<br />You can't keep this attitude,<br />You're being so selfish,<br />You're thinking only of yourself,<br />Wake up, woman,<br />Nobody's backing you up,<br />There ain't no one left...Sparrow_Winghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-63991637977946300952010-01-12T03:40:00.000-08:002010-01-12T04:14:29.083-08:00Frenemies?<span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">Frenemies?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">There was this girl,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">She had this game,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">She toyed with my feelings,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">And tossed them into the flames.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">She pretended to be a friend,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">Smiled with me laughed and joked,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">Her easy humor and boyish nature,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">Well she was no Lady I'd coach.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><span style="font-size:130%;">This girl said to me,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">You are my closest friend but to </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">a certain degree,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I had no choice but to agree,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">For I too had a friend who was closest to me.</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Despite our times together,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">She knew naught of how to make it last</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">forever,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">She used my knowledge and my friendship,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">To barter trade it for her benefit.</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">It was awful to see a friend turned enemy,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">What's worse is that it stings like the sea anemone,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">Our frindship once was so carefree and lovely,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">Now I suppose I'll have to call her a "Frenemy".</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">A poem by Jalilah/Lily</span><br /><br />Dedicated specially for a loser who doesn't know what a god damn good friend she had (well, sorta still has cuz' unfortunately I live with her and it won't do if I have to fight her all the time). Stupid girl. Idiot girl. Hope you learnt your lesson but that's probably asking for too much.Sparrow_Winghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-27644560607029890632009-08-31T06:18:00.000-07:002009-08-31T07:08:55.547-07:00Of Tooth Aches and Fainting SpellsI went back home to Penang last Friday. That makes it three days ago. I was so excited to go back home and everything. I mean, it's Penang for crying out loud! Yea, I know it's the fasting month but I was just thrilled by the idea of the food!<br /><br />I was in the car with my bro and a couple of his friends. One of 'em really reminded me of Acap from ASASI...Hm, wonder what happened to that dude????<br /><br />Anyway, even when I was in the car, I felt my gums salivating a bit more than usual due to the pain. Hey, these things have happened before and lots of my doctors say the same thing again and again.<br /><br />"Your gums need water when it's the fasting month! They hurt more cuz' your dehydrated."<br /><br />So I was in vein throbbing pain for the whole day on Saturday. I had to bukak puasa and take like brape puluh biji Ponstan in order to decrease like...gee 20 percent of the pain... The amount of pain killers I took shoulda made me feel like I was in heaven or something...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia9o5oPY8BH3pXE7XuUlDYMhSBOfLXAwtn7_w8H4cfi-D2ehM08gQMQ4EO5Eecxj4gUOxM8L4Rqlr3CElej3cvs2tIBJddhA0Z01JoX6Pp7kgpyStngx6DKmhu8GulvCRQDr0MEI3PKYp2/s1600-h/toothache.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia9o5oPY8BH3pXE7XuUlDYMhSBOfLXAwtn7_w8H4cfi-D2ehM08gQMQ4EO5Eecxj4gUOxM8L4Rqlr3CElej3cvs2tIBJddhA0Z01JoX6Pp7kgpyStngx6DKmhu8GulvCRQDr0MEI3PKYp2/s320/toothache.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376125899014991922" border="0" /></a><br />And then on Sunday...Tragedy...Striked...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I woke up...<br /><br />Had Sahur with my family...<br /><br />And then...<br /><br />Stars, stars, stars...<br /><br />I saw them...<br /><br />And then it was total blackout...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Yeah, I fainted. I wasn't at all prepared for it. I was talking and I asked for the water... Suddenly, I saw stars and the next thing I knew was I was in my Mama's arms and she was yelling at me at the top of her lungs.<br /><br />All I felt was pain all over me and all I heard was my Mom screaming my name.<br /><br /><br />Everybody was in such a panic. My bro said he thought some horrible thing had befallen on us. He said he was thinking of all the nightmarish things ever.<br /><br />"Abang dok ingat orang masuk rumah ka, binatang ka! Ada api ka! Scary gila!"<br /><br />My Mama kept saying what a big huge nightmare gone real life the whole thing was.<br /><br /><br />She said I'd reached out for the water and then I had it in my hand. I just blinked rapidly and I slumped over within a couple of seconds. Mama said she had no time to make a grab at me and that I fell over, broke the chair I was sitting in, hit my head, shoulder and the whole of my left side against the wall. Alhamdullillah, there was no blood. I wasn't injured in any way except for the fact that I still feel aches and pains on my neck, shoulder blade and hips and ribs...my head hurts most though...<br /><br />Turned out I had my menses in the next few hours to come. I fainted cuz' of the pain of the tooth ache and my cramps from my menses. When we went to the doctor's, he simply said it was alright. Just that I had low blood due to the loss of blood from my cycle and he recommended I go over to an oxi-whatchamacallit facial surgeon to perform a minor surgery so that my swollen gums get to become normal again.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMtF_FWtQLKKBk7UbIxwcB2It2zPhmIH40SSxrUumg8pNzB_2SC86IX42tPgstZnaytAdaA8WJRr4to7orevOkC8_AyHE71MRc25bYzPiXo6sOFfegE-DOw5wuHXmHlEGb3gFxbWguJ-eX/s1600-h/Swooning_Flapper_by_angelsfalldown1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMtF_FWtQLKKBk7UbIxwcB2It2zPhmIH40SSxrUumg8pNzB_2SC86IX42tPgstZnaytAdaA8WJRr4to7orevOkC8_AyHE71MRc25bYzPiXo6sOFfegE-DOw5wuHXmHlEGb3gFxbWguJ-eX/s320/Swooning_Flapper_by_angelsfalldown1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376127097589667266" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">The stupid image of fainting</span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1wRZjathyGVEYHYHfTR0834i2xt323XppxIe42XGrWi-KVbY4MAflZEbSHC9bmx3DQxsSME9tpNqoyLbbbVdeq_YN2_mfeDId7nuIJpXmeYtoNKALiKtdNKJ2QpJx1oncOy8HfE1Wlr6I/s1600-h/faint.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1wRZjathyGVEYHYHfTR0834i2xt323XppxIe42XGrWi-KVbY4MAflZEbSHC9bmx3DQxsSME9tpNqoyLbbbVdeq_YN2_mfeDId7nuIJpXmeYtoNKALiKtdNKJ2QpJx1oncOy8HfE1Wlr6I/s320/faint.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376129031826410754" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" >The real thing.<br /></span></div><br />Due the medication he's given me, my gums have gone down a bit but it's still swollen and it still hurts when I eat something hard (tho dat doesn't stop me).<br /><br />So tomorrow's the day I og to the dentist to get my swollen gums fixed. I'm skipping the whole week cuz' of the recovery rate I need after the operation.<br /><br />Doa for me, my friends.<br /></div></div>Sparrow_Winghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-63818697196417150102009-06-29T06:23:00.000-07:002009-06-29T08:16:48.159-07:00Michael Jackson, Puncak Perdana and pure TORTURE!!!!Okay, first things first. Puncak Perdana. I'm sure many TESLians would know what I'm talking about here. It's just this god forsaken place in the middle of no where!! I went there cuz' I received the surat tawaran from the internet and it stated the date 27th July. I was already feeling sooo bummed about going back so early and then it went downhill!! So me and my bro and my mom drove there, right? And the stupid awful sign boards just keep on confusing people. We kept getting lost here and there! I was beginning to feel this awful sinking feeling right in the pit of my stomach. You know that feeling when all your intestines feel like they're swimming and wriggling about each other? And your organs feel like they're about to drop right out of your body? And when you feel like suddenly there's no floor and you're just falling down into a black abyss? Yup. That's the miserable feeling I felt. I kept thinking to myself; "Ya Allah, please don't let them ask for stupid things like the medical check-up sh@t and 200 gazillion borangs!! I went thru that crap already and I ain't goin' thru all that again!!"<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikjbfmghX9A9bJIUVOzXzFIvQReTG5dy-ePuCOcEE9eG6SjZezj-_P_j2PC_KfN0lAQD8uvZOBjqcqkntUcKuGJsuFVvRj2bka75XGCiEY1gXcOcy-TgrGh0i1gvCBnsIYBRsd7k3vhxKf/s1600-h/nervous-woman.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikjbfmghX9A9bJIUVOzXzFIvQReTG5dy-ePuCOcEE9eG6SjZezj-_P_j2PC_KfN0lAQD8uvZOBjqcqkntUcKuGJsuFVvRj2bka75XGCiEY1gXcOcy-TgrGh0i1gvCBnsIYBRsd7k3vhxKf/s320/nervous-woman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352760004851625842" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:78%;">Nervousness</span></span><br /></div><br />But my nightmare came true...Once I got there, I noticed girls holding on to the x-ray files. My heart practically went *CLUNK!* at the sight of those dreaded brown files. I wanted to run away and never set foot in a university again, education and work be damned! I took big gulps of air and tried not to burst into tears as we unloaded and packed everything from Abang's car. Getting all of my stuff in the room I was assigned to was such a pain! And then I unpacked everything and put them in my closet. I'll have to admit the rooms in Puncak Perdana were fantastic! But I still had that brimming feeling of utter doom.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVKtaDd-SIuY6gMbhVC2JLwTI4TdozUFKhgeSXI94_jaqBiJICxFM1iNpp5D17WbSzFOvLYG6-yscHNYrMk0DRZmaqnvlpgWRsksOQIVLbXOOTrr6ueZQ2doUHLIa916TkdB1B_Y5Y47fP/s1600-h/scared-to-death.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVKtaDd-SIuY6gMbhVC2JLwTI4TdozUFKhgeSXI94_jaqBiJICxFM1iNpp5D17WbSzFOvLYG6-yscHNYrMk0DRZmaqnvlpgWRsksOQIVLbXOOTrr6ueZQ2doUHLIa916TkdB1B_Y5Y47fP/s320/scared-to-death.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352760671897592690" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"><span style="font-size:78%;">Scared To Death<br /></span></span></div><br />So I go over to the other room in that apartment and shyly asks the girl if she was new.<br /><br />"Are you new here? I mean, is this your first time getting into university?"<br /><br />"Yeah," answers the girl.<br /><br />"Oh, I've been in UiTM before but I did ASASI TESL and I've been through all of that MMS thing!"<br /><br />She doesn't get anything but the next girl I met told me a right horror! Her name was Biha.<br />And she told me it was all because I clicked on the wrong link! She said when we checked on the upu website the link that directed us to the surat tawaran was not what we should have clicked on. What we should have done was go right into the student portal link and then get our surat tawaran. The one in the student portal would've stated the beautiful date: 3rd July. The one on the 27th was for all the kids to go over and live in Puncak Perdana for one miserable week for that MMS thingy and then pack up and move over to the main campus once all the MMS crap's over! Why on earth would anybody plan something as stupid as that?? Why send kids to live in a god forsaken place in the middle of no where only to have them travel back to the main campus??? Honestly, I think it was some sorta brain wash thing they did to kids. You know; the whole get-them-to-a-god-forsaken-place-and-brainwash-them kinda thing?<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitr8-bQ6Pw4_yyh7GVyK_w7Q75Ub5OtRWJF0PqyENNmI3NXzkmUnqZzYtccBYCZ2qojA9utWcz-eBmPbs8Lbg4y1JM8vIQGgW5ejtVF7zsCV9ygufk4B_hbCIgj1G8hnGwKvtksMN4qvJe/s1600-h/brainwash.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitr8-bQ6Pw4_yyh7GVyK_w7Q75Ub5OtRWJF0PqyENNmI3NXzkmUnqZzYtccBYCZ2qojA9utWcz-eBmPbs8Lbg4y1JM8vIQGgW5ejtVF7zsCV9ygufk4B_hbCIgj1G8hnGwKvtksMN4qvJe/s320/brainwash.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352761378066538898" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:78%;">Brainwash</span></span></div><br />And once I found this whole thing out, I told this lady everything and she sympathized with me. She told me I had two options; 1. That I stay for the sh*tty MMS thing again and just wait for the buses to come and take me back to the main campus like all the other girls or 2. I packed up my stuff myself and go back to Penang to get all of the medical check-up and borang thingy done then go back to Shah Alam and straight away daftar diri kat kolej dlm main campus. I chose option 2. Imagine the horror of getting all of those things back down from the 4th floor.<br /><br />So now I'm back home. YAY!!! But it'll only last for a few days...:( I'll have to call that lady again and ask her where should I daftar diri. It's all so complicated, yeah? I hate how the whole system works! I almost died that night by carrying all of those heavy things. It was exhausting.<br /><br />Today, I've printed out everything I needed to and I've done that sh*tty medical check-up thing. I just need to get all of the other photostated copies chopped and signed by a grade A officer. Ya Allah, I hope I won't get into any trouble once I'm there at the main campus. I pray for that.<br /><br />~*~*~*~*~*~*~<br /><br />On to Wacko Jacko.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-ihVmDpL3wEFTxS6bcQJ5EDYxWqRRwPAtQvo9MKkllS_zpC4oeV85MlJZrKgV-WMH3i4PONmkFa8U3BZg7pCJJp1YpJlXtGCpwmhlXHvZTNCL1h73AxpxzWqD-RPY0DmJZveYl_EgILxX/s1600-h/michael-jackson.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-ihVmDpL3wEFTxS6bcQJ5EDYxWqRRwPAtQvo9MKkllS_zpC4oeV85MlJZrKgV-WMH3i4PONmkFa8U3BZg7pCJJp1YpJlXtGCpwmhlXHvZTNCL1h73AxpxzWqD-RPY0DmJZveYl_EgILxX/s320/michael-jackson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352755934024640674" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><span style="font-size:78%;">1958-2009</span></span><br /></div><br />God, I was so sad the morning I was leaving for Puncak cuz' that was the morning I found out that Michael Jackson died.<br /><br />The world had never known a better singer, dancer, performer or artist. He was truly great at his craft; a real genius. So gifted and talented. Justin Timberlake could try to dance like MJ but it still won't look as good! No one could copy Michael Jackson! Michael Jackson was simply unique! He was on a whole different level.<br /><br />You ask anybody, be it your very own maid from Indonesia(I actually did ask my maid that when I was 10), everybody knew who Michael Jackson was.<br /><br />People took advantage of him and made him out to be a sick pedophile. Well, if he was such a sicko how come the police couldn't find anything on him? You know pedophiles would have their ways of satisfying their sick needs ie. photographs, websites, videos, etc, etc. Pedophilic rings are always like that. But nobody could pin a thing on Michael. And why would one of the parents of said abused child want to settle such a horrid act outside of court? If your child was sexually abused would you just give it up like that? Wouldn't you wanna see the sick dude rot in jail?<br /><br />He was a humanitarian. He loved children and he himself was like a child. He saw the world with the eyes of child. He had that sweetness and innocence to him. I'm not saying he was an angel but he was not the sick person people thought he was. He tried to make the world a better place with his songs. He tried to make people aware of what the earth was turning into in Earth Song. He made people think about racism with Black and White.<br /><br />People who wanted his money destroyed him and in the process rid the world of a great artist. Well, at least he's now a muslim so we'll see him in heaven. :)<br /><br />Favorite songs and clips of all times:<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVcxWDubqHeHmVXqPsWd9AOw9s7a7pYjAqE_26D1H-248JxR_UWjfITio20sO9aaMeEYaT_ZhnJN-YN9MfGAXIeIMuGz2bcMFuOiyrjj1NZMYl5UChX4MTMJJnIwWQJe_t_bj2rUuqKUfh/s1600-h/Michael_jackson_bad_album_cover.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVcxWDubqHeHmVXqPsWd9AOw9s7a7pYjAqE_26D1H-248JxR_UWjfITio20sO9aaMeEYaT_ZhnJN-YN9MfGAXIeIMuGz2bcMFuOiyrjj1NZMYl5UChX4MTMJJnIwWQJe_t_bj2rUuqKUfh/s320/Michael_jackson_bad_album_cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352755044965750722" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:78%;">Bad</span></span></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAHAJb17hmbi6N_gm_V9QxlPRrhLz_gNznFMDSW7btNRxUAcpp0XCWt9mNrV7FwxTMJAE8JxCHuZwqhkdo_me17IBCYVZppsbaMfKpbQZCfAVaECZBTX1Us3YgwOUfoXs_-mlYmJmikn_W/s1600-h/mjdangerousspecialeditijp41.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAHAJb17hmbi6N_gm_V9QxlPRrhLz_gNznFMDSW7btNRxUAcpp0XCWt9mNrV7FwxTMJAE8JxCHuZwqhkdo_me17IBCYVZppsbaMfKpbQZCfAVaECZBTX1Us3YgwOUfoXs_-mlYmJmikn_W/s320/mjdangerousspecialeditijp41.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352756293225759698" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-size:78%;">Dangerous<br /><br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZv69QXDssyhBth1I6cIavGtNeABoh1YJRVWWD_dI7P0VxmWQV-gZ7vNIEwQQiwSQ-aQTZDOiDbt6RMWSK__IY-JQ5lEldENjwvLCOc5lp90KdLx4yCI4_9XDyuAkw0xsMMzjFvX3G77L3/s1600-h/Smooth+Criminal+%27Holland%27.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZv69QXDssyhBth1I6cIavGtNeABoh1YJRVWWD_dI7P0VxmWQV-gZ7vNIEwQQiwSQ-aQTZDOiDbt6RMWSK__IY-JQ5lEldENjwvLCOc5lp90KdLx4yCI4_9XDyuAkw0xsMMzjFvX3G77L3/s320/Smooth+Criminal+%27Holland%27.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352756707855790178" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="font-size:78%;">Smooth Criminal<br /><br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOq6ce_IljoW3qw0O7jLXVqomCW8LFulZC1SJTXcfxWFvhSJXllUUMtk8213eqFpDL5RAgnUQAmHAXw9DetVgiT6aBpQTQdwPGselZ9kr1a-ol6PDdEM2krHlpooTpvVzXyzow2drwY8Mj/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 118px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOq6ce_IljoW3qw0O7jLXVqomCW8LFulZC1SJTXcfxWFvhSJXllUUMtk8213eqFpDL5RAgnUQAmHAXw9DetVgiT6aBpQTQdwPGselZ9kr1a-ol6PDdEM2krHlpooTpvVzXyzow2drwY8Mj/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352757142937166018" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-size:78%;">Thriller<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl1LdgOU2GKZcKIPbFwW_tzYl6sl_QL3f6WinzL-OTrpoeZhPAAY6UigLobFF3zvJKgJBxql7mhhZ01WBFXtUad7QXq97F9wIoT8jpqeKq7QJBntue9E2MxJN3xbEI9-yxb4MvYpEQygH0/s1600-h/michael_jackson+%5Bremember_the_time%5D+1992+5-16+deluxe+clear.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl1LdgOU2GKZcKIPbFwW_tzYl6sl_QL3f6WinzL-OTrpoeZhPAAY6UigLobFF3zvJKgJBxql7mhhZ01WBFXtUad7QXq97F9wIoT8jpqeKq7QJBntue9E2MxJN3xbEI9-yxb4MvYpEQygH0/s320/michael_jackson+%5Bremember_the_time%5D+1992+5-16+deluxe+clear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352757484107091282" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Remember The Time<br /><br /><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAjc9_y1_dnmapF49A7ZkMDG67wrq7uR0CdGntiXTscUAQe7pwZ9FnF8JAOv9pKgvAuMD6uvZ6aCe8aHGYcKyb4pDPaTtEnavgGH9uPBH8mBj6ar4MU8l3_P5GKwdbRzPZbWKm7zqN5qfg/s1600-h/Beat_It_Video.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAjc9_y1_dnmapF49A7ZkMDG67wrq7uR0CdGntiXTscUAQe7pwZ9FnF8JAOv9pKgvAuMD6uvZ6aCe8aHGYcKyb4pDPaTtEnavgGH9uPBH8mBj6ar4MU8l3_P5GKwdbRzPZbWKm7zqN5qfg/s320/Beat_It_Video.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352757888927484578" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:78%;">Beat It<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKPHPu21yK8_uE8w5tWGNUuqhtkcQU8LVMDEm_PDDuOFHLD46JwR1XjfFFqmNpf4OVvz8NLpY1nEiR67l2Il5oshWjnF7xDcErVr2mDe00qSEUzT2Kj7jl5bcLF_zmBFem2cxYzaA-XgyN/s1600-h/billie-jean-jackson_l2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKPHPu21yK8_uE8w5tWGNUuqhtkcQU8LVMDEm_PDDuOFHLD46JwR1XjfFFqmNpf4OVvz8NLpY1nEiR67l2Il5oshWjnF7xDcErVr2mDe00qSEUzT2Kj7jl5bcLF_zmBFem2cxYzaA-XgyN/s320/billie-jean-jackson_l2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352758203885902882" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span style="font-size:78%;">Billie Jean<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNsynHn1XKPdKW49qfftwBMAK_qw5TQnRsUSebOUm_HOWNyiYc84VXMN1O4hZgRqJ5z_LQgPWx-35qEik9V-OsHzo55jWdQF0aLTqexhSRpOGO1XZWeKrs4fa6761oWnwnmKwzT8sI6Cbh/s1600-h/09f671f8bdc12ce8.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNsynHn1XKPdKW49qfftwBMAK_qw5TQnRsUSebOUm_HOWNyiYc84VXMN1O4hZgRqJ5z_LQgPWx-35qEik9V-OsHzo55jWdQF0aLTqexhSRpOGO1XZWeKrs4fa6761oWnwnmKwzT8sI6Cbh/s320/09f671f8bdc12ce8.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352758733004163474" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><span style="font-size:78%;">Ghosts, a 38 long minute video clip.<br />Thoroughly enjoyed it.<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFOZJJJ8HwynQd2wFZeJSXBDV0CCCa9WVdmwJuMAOdWK4I2uHE040N9GhEiJ7SpM7sheoRBaeh6F80u05_fLQfU9pwsFYmLSdbcgJHdozmSvpksYB4ZU2JLnhDfevpIb3Kjipxzg9R1hNF/s1600-h/Michael+Jackson+Scream+6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFOZJJJ8HwynQd2wFZeJSXBDV0CCCa9WVdmwJuMAOdWK4I2uHE040N9GhEiJ7SpM7sheoRBaeh6F80u05_fLQfU9pwsFYmLSdbcgJHdozmSvpksYB4ZU2JLnhDfevpIb3Kjipxzg9R1hNF/s320/Michael+Jackson+Scream+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352759186003709794" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"><span style="font-size:78%;">Scream with sister Janet Jackson.<br />The most expensive video clip in history.<br />$7 million dollars.<br /><br /><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzC6nc6dRgxznSxhe7jvILgwEkSxxgBeCUXIOzUfC5SiYDgfCHMgG16I1A7HOB-iI2UD-JwzLciS9H7jqJ4RQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><span style="font-size:78%;">In The Closet with Noami Campbell</span></span><br /></div>Sparrow_Winghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-20714076824301726452009-06-16T00:53:00.000-07:002009-06-16T01:20:13.319-07:00You've received an Award, doll!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzEtHiVpCX_HLuA1RQNNUrPaz-g4plj2G3wKp3TTwLCflelAAZnabPh7O7LFGixkc0g1GpQVAJaQ-1r5G_EHdwWKzULP3QspnbtIs_ep6K8eKN78cHuLDEdiSyUCSyqKSgfNyvlIGVaF5d/s1600-h/award%5B1%5D%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 182px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzEtHiVpCX_HLuA1RQNNUrPaz-g4plj2G3wKp3TTwLCflelAAZnabPh7O7LFGixkc0g1GpQVAJaQ-1r5G_EHdwWKzULP3QspnbtIs_ep6K8eKN78cHuLDEdiSyUCSyqKSgfNyvlIGVaF5d/s320/award%5B1%5D%5B2%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347837041537806994" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Copy award di atas dan nyatakn 5 fakta tentang si pemberi award tersebut:<br /></span></span></div><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Thank you my wonderful friend. Arigatou gozaimasu! ;)<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);">About Atiqah Anas:<br /><br /></span></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">1. She is extremely hard working and ambitious. You can stop her at all!! She will keep going forward as long as she is still breathing!<br />2. Not a wanna-be but she's a gonna-be lawyer. Insyallah. :)<br />3. A loyal, considerate, honest-to-god friend! She'll never betray you...Your the best in a friend that anybody would want!<br />4. Is extremely smart. She's got the mindset and the intelligence of a pro! You do not want to debate her!<br />5. Passionate!! She will go through lengths about anything she is passionate...Music, friends, family and taekwan-do(etc, etc) included!<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Setiap<span style="font-size:130%;"> blogger </span>mestilah<span style="font-size:130%;"> </span>menyatakan<span style="font-size:130%;"> 10 </span>fakta<span style="font-size:130%;"> </span>atau<span style="font-size:130%;"> </span>hobi<span style="font-size:130%;"> </span>sendiri<span style="font-size:130%;"> </span>sebelum<span style="font-size:130%;"> </span>memilih<span style="font-size:130%;">:</span></span><br /><br />About me:<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" >1. I'm a huge manga buff. I spend hours on Onemanga just to read various mangas.<br />2. Constantly on the computer nowadays. All I do is download songs and read other people's blogs. I rarely update my own. Such a lazy bum...<br />3. Have been eating and eating like nobody's business. Mama has agreed to be my chubby buddy so we're both dieting and puasa-ing.<br />4. Have fallen in<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"> love</span></span> with Christian Bale again after watching him in Terminator Salvation...<br />5. Keep telling herself to draw something cool this holiday but still have not...<br />6. Likes bishonens that people will say look like <span style="font-style: italic;">bapoks</span>...My brother and mother included. Sigh. D:<br />7. Have been known to break things, drop things and destroy her body parts in the process...Am such a <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">KLUTZ</span>!!<br />8. Has been dancing the robot every time a dance song comes on...And she's getting pretty good at it too...<span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);">@.@</span></span><br />9. Is fasting as she writes this and has about the most horrible toothaches of all time. The fact that she is fasting makes it impossible for the pain to go away....<span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);">>.<</span></span><br />10. Is gonna go watch all of the movies her brother has handed to her which includes Blood In, Blood Out, Pulp Fiction and The Butterfly Effect.<br /></span></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></span></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"></span><br /></span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span>Sparrow_Winghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-12088073911217194972009-06-04T04:36:00.000-07:002009-06-05T08:46:19.202-07:00KITTYIIIIEEEE!!!!!!!Cats...Cats are such beautiful creatures aren't they? I just love cats. There's something going on with them, don't you guys think? The way they move...All sleek and sexy. Wish I could move like that. Instead I was blessed with utter clumsiness and have been known as a klutz, '<span style="font-style: italic;">budak cemerkap' </span>and other stuff of the same meaning. They're also a bit like babies. You know how sometimes when you look at babies and you think "OMG, they're just sooooo CUTE!! It's like they know they're cute!!" Kucing pun samalah jugak....It knows the power of its cuteness and that it is capable of rendering even the most stoic and aloof people utterly helpless due to its cuteness factor. Kittens are especially cute! Just thinking about them makes me feel like I wanna grab one and cuddle it to death. Natch. Sai once said to me, "You're like the animal psycho killer version of Albert Fish, y'know that!" Lmao. That was cute Sai.<br /><br />Anyway, I used to have a cat of my own. Two cats actually. The first was called Muffin. Yeah, we like to name our cats with utterly cute and soppy names like that. I personally think it maximises the cuteness factor of a cat. The second kitty was called Baby. See what I mean about the names? What could be cuter than Baby? She was the sweetest most manja kitten in the world. I used to cuddle her and rock her like a real baby and sang her lullabys and watch her sleep in my arms. Utter cuteness!!! She had the sweetest purr too. It was a sound that said "Feed me cuz' I'm cute!"<br /><br />Muffin was a male cat and Tok Mummy used to call him a gangster! No kidding! But he was cute though and had a particular soft spot for Abang. What am I saying? Abang had a particular soft spot for him! That cat actually died while waiting for my bro. It was so sad...Sometimes Abang says that Muffin will one day return to us. I think that's never gonna happen cuz' when they don't come back then that could only mean that it is the end for them. Poor sweet dears. We truly loved them though.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5GcMK0_g4w-6UVT3BUlqppw0NhgYjvI8pHbztqo-JSpHEbu3QN_weUYvI04IQ953ycrSZd9hmQqqBcDhw35ux1IPYE1iFaSHeWUyjjd_yiAD2_gu9ev96CY1hxRDV8M9zInTB5T3GWPeQ/s1600-h/BlackWhiteKitten.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5GcMK0_g4w-6UVT3BUlqppw0NhgYjvI8pHbztqo-JSpHEbu3QN_weUYvI04IQ953ycrSZd9hmQqqBcDhw35ux1IPYE1iFaSHeWUyjjd_yiAD2_gu9ev96CY1hxRDV8M9zInTB5T3GWPeQ/s320/BlackWhiteKitten.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343441106060957522" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"><span style="font-size:78%;">OMG! She looks a whole lot like Baby!<br /></span></span></div><br />Cats...I remembered one cute picture of a cat once posted in the Malaysian magazine Gempak. Could never forget that one.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Here are some pics of kitties getting all creative and cute with glass...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdp5es0DxTdUp8BJeaN37rnOvoq7vgbKqVreaD2f65WQLkQaRMasVD8l2WHaAmGQGHsab6Fek_ibBQb_j9sk-Ze6svY5DLFTdfe0HneBPHYG9jRRQVE_AeZgcj9cuZIty5y5W1qaMWEQ8D/s1600-h/cat.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdp5es0DxTdUp8BJeaN37rnOvoq7vgbKqVreaD2f65WQLkQaRMasVD8l2WHaAmGQGHsab6Fek_ibBQb_j9sk-Ze6svY5DLFTdfe0HneBPHYG9jRRQVE_AeZgcj9cuZIty5y5W1qaMWEQ8D/s320/cat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343865471295761874" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"><span style="font-size:78%;">I clearly DO NOT like parties...</span></span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHrKfY5m8PvAvDOgEj4jEG9gOF_YYge3d-xLhj5yHV3-NzoCmnfPHYnVMfiQEf0ljh-66jzf_mDliNx6mYcjbb7UcjR_LzHjl-jywm2LVwjUyfWr-cFVdr1kDuUASuXYlyUoOvmukY7ibf/s1600-h/cat+in+glass.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHrKfY5m8PvAvDOgEj4jEG9gOF_YYge3d-xLhj5yHV3-NzoCmnfPHYnVMfiQEf0ljh-66jzf_mDliNx6mYcjbb7UcjR_LzHjl-jywm2LVwjUyfWr-cFVdr1kDuUASuXYlyUoOvmukY7ibf/s320/cat+in+glass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343865697368851538" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"><span style="font-size:78%;">Oh great! This is your idea of getting 'snug'?</span></span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIUF5h6BM4SoW_eenmW1oDx_pTde5xTagFDD7aUtwfUCBwAHB7OXpOvQkMiYB7aMB82__vg0tg93sBWk59gSobT9q-XokXTmziLFDfbm4qEn2dYGXBMdzbBBnSs7aVNvB2PRo6ZVFbRgRU/s1600-h/cat_in_a_glass.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIUF5h6BM4SoW_eenmW1oDx_pTde5xTagFDD7aUtwfUCBwAHB7OXpOvQkMiYB7aMB82__vg0tg93sBWk59gSobT9q-XokXTmziLFDfbm4qEn2dYGXBMdzbBBnSs7aVNvB2PRo6ZVFbRgRU/s320/cat_in_a_glass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343865960062207458" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"><span style="font-size:78%;">"Plenty of space for me to tap dance!"</span></span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv5ipz9t0ehAHWLz6BsLTffO3XcLVE6NzZ1JMA-MeQUE3uN4iPsk4xYYiw3yjggB1aXLGnipZRRfFapkekqEAeU55ECPxa8teAS1yiPj7GNM3PAaqM2tKlhHeCPvgQZOoEXR2UPYiD5Nk4/s1600-h/cat_in_glass.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv5ipz9t0ehAHWLz6BsLTffO3XcLVE6NzZ1JMA-MeQUE3uN4iPsk4xYYiw3yjggB1aXLGnipZRRfFapkekqEAeU55ECPxa8teAS1yiPj7GNM3PAaqM2tKlhHeCPvgQZOoEXR2UPYiD5Nk4/s320/cat_in_glass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343866197454559362" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"><span style="font-size:78%;">"Soooo...Your a boy, huh???"</span></span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU1N7rhBF3DPWpyFDx8IGpOCdTeVPZ1HMvu1XgyhNKKbiuw6FybqgbtuNXIPHvuOb5FvHEaoiZo7BNKKSoLj574L9ZdyAZOGvhwftgQDvgRGpfbwW_aDKCisn7WkMTvy0q1R3v2Ozo5Pw1/s1600-h/cat-in-glass.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 289px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU1N7rhBF3DPWpyFDx8IGpOCdTeVPZ1HMvu1XgyhNKKbiuw6FybqgbtuNXIPHvuOb5FvHEaoiZo7BNKKSoLj574L9ZdyAZOGvhwftgQDvgRGpfbwW_aDKCisn7WkMTvy0q1R3v2Ozo5Pw1/s320/cat-in-glass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343866381684635506" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"><span style="font-size:78%;">"Whatchu lookin' at, punk?"</span></span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5blPdRWISm4THvrGV9X5iCZPXcgrgrrui-H1O5ud0QRdP3rhwnyrcGn_SsNTGaKIxEJtg0LiJwznUGpSnPFUD92VPyZZGfRT6j3zAyiRrG5bnlhzykTIIlECWX0h8heQ6tYTq_BopuKPS/s1600-h/drinking+cat.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5blPdRWISm4THvrGV9X5iCZPXcgrgrrui-H1O5ud0QRdP3rhwnyrcGn_SsNTGaKIxEJtg0LiJwznUGpSnPFUD92VPyZZGfRT6j3zAyiRrG5bnlhzykTIIlECWX0h8heQ6tYTq_BopuKPS/s320/drinking+cat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343866600753776194" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"><span style="font-size:78%;">"Hic! Squeeze me!"</span></span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiwVbyQyBT8MNEOrT3R3wYdLnE8uMPd3vj2ul6djVc8k-f689L1WuQXIq4VORENaOv11kG6nQnP3kV-OLUwkGxBHG0mdVJWBnAOIUkm1cXgYggZC0t9Sc1U86jQeAh6sHktRemob3Rcklc/s1600-h/catbeer.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiwVbyQyBT8MNEOrT3R3wYdLnE8uMPd3vj2ul6djVc8k-f689L1WuQXIq4VORENaOv11kG6nQnP3kV-OLUwkGxBHG0mdVJWBnAOIUkm1cXgYggZC0t9Sc1U86jQeAh6sHktRemob3Rcklc/s320/catbeer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343866793065618914" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"><span style="font-size:78%;">"Hey, Tony! Why don't you, uh, fill me up a bit, eh? 'Preciate the gesture there!"</span></span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiml63FUttyktroTFGzWY1i-31eOOz-SlX-Tk6askbsl5_sOlLOtjGZsF0dLRoiCq6bH888CiiyyiEkZDLXKsg7vJlP0nnVy815KzTk0IIJElujs-UCNkVInwRVGSlweg_0osWsO1yumEqm/s1600-h/cat_straw.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiml63FUttyktroTFGzWY1i-31eOOz-SlX-Tk6askbsl5_sOlLOtjGZsF0dLRoiCq6bH888CiiyyiEkZDLXKsg7vJlP0nnVy815KzTk0IIJElujs-UCNkVInwRVGSlweg_0osWsO1yumEqm/s320/cat_straw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343867224798713346" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"><span style="font-size:78%;">"Minum cam aku lg puas hati!"</span></span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOgtt09Sfzqf8weH9R94NUchOh87336JgRaDXN2zvjlED84pAkY4afo3V2J66HThv72BMR95onXEI-rEV0YIXuAzZI1NAOKuJqb3WdUVOckc5kh60yacv-fY6NMmhVtKnjWFKbgaGaDJoi/s1600-h/crazy-cat.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOgtt09Sfzqf8weH9R94NUchOh87336JgRaDXN2zvjlED84pAkY4afo3V2J66HThv72BMR95onXEI-rEV0YIXuAzZI1NAOKuJqb3WdUVOckc5kh60yacv-fY6NMmhVtKnjWFKbgaGaDJoi/s320/crazy-cat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343867426399790082" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="font-size:78%;">"Tak! Minum cam aku lagiiii pueh hati hang! Haaa, ambik hak yg nih!"</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="font-size:78%;">Me: "Ewwwww! Grossness!"</span></span><br /><br />And perhaps a couple of drinks too...Damn kitties! They can get away with doing the most disgusting of things too. Way to go for the cuteness factor.<br /></div>Sparrow_Winghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-77821208702601616042009-05-25T02:54:00.000-07:002009-05-25T07:34:08.991-07:00
<br /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CAJID%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style>
<br /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><div style="text-align: center;"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CAJID%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} -</style><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" >1. How old are you?</span><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" > 19.</span><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span></div><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" >
<br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" > 2. Are you single?</span><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" > Apparently.</span><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" > 3.At what age do you think you'll get married?</span><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" > Ooh, this one's tough...At first, I wanted to get married at 24-25 but now I don't think that'll happen. 27-30 most likely.</span><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" > 4. Do you think you'll be marrying the person you are with now?</span><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" > No, because I'm not with anybody right now. Lol. XD</span><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" > 5. If not, who do you want to marry?</span><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" > James Bond! Nah, just kidding! I think I'll marry a man who will love me dearly. Appreciative of me. Caring. Kind. Has a great sense of humor. Someone who will be able to guide me in the ways of Islam. Someone who makes me a better human being. Someone who I'll be able to love in return.</span><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" > 6. Who will be your bridesmaid or your best man?</span><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" > My sisters of course.</span><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" > 7. Do you want a garden/ beach or traditional wedding?</span><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" > Preferably the garden wedding.</span><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span></div><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" > </span><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" ></span>
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<br /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><div style="text-align: center;"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CAJID%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" >8. Where do you plan to go for honey moon?</span>
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<br /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><div style="text-align: center;"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CAJID%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" >9. How many guests do you think you'll invite?</span><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" > Oh, not that many...About 200 of friends and families, I think.</span><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" > 10. Will that include your exes?</span><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" > That depends on how they got to be exes...Lol.</span><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" > 11. How many layers of cake do you want?</span><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" > 3 tiered wedding cake. White and decorated with royal icing and roses.</span>
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<br /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><div style="text-align: center;"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CAJID%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" >12. When do you want to get married? Morning or evening?</span><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" >
<br />Morning. Then we (hubby and I) will be able to run off into the sunset. :D</span>
<br /><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" > </span>
<br /><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" > 13. Name the song/ tune you want to play at your wedding.</span>
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYZsmKFzHK-m5YbBGXhdQp3u3zYZjYcb9vtapSN0gv2U99MWmoh2rppq-S1Ve7f2iE4ywOvK9m_xos6ryWHB0g_vwLIgOJmiBuUasGy1XnotSHOGx5AQDYbh_d7-frPslhBRk__PkSxPSh/s1600-h/hey_angel_uk_misprinting_big.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYZsmKFzHK-m5YbBGXhdQp3u3zYZjYcb9vtapSN0gv2U99MWmoh2rppq-S1Ve7f2iE4ywOvK9m_xos6ryWHB0g_vwLIgOJmiBuUasGy1XnotSHOGx5AQDYbh_d7-frPslhBRk__PkSxPSh/s320/hey_angel_uk_misprinting_big.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339764521962905874" border="0" /></a>
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<br /></span><span style=";font-family:";font-size:12;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">14. Do you prefer fine dining or just normal fork/ spoon/ knife?
<br />Depends on the food you serve. I was thinking of something like caviar, cheese and crackers. Some fettuccine maybe. Kalau nak go ala traditional then it would be nasi minyak and ayam golek, ayam merah and the likes...</span>
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<br /></div><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CAJID%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" >15. Champagne or red wine?</span>
<br /></div><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" > Sparkling wine.</span>
<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu9gK3HFdLnDlPfsMmSx8ZF35asasMgfKaPfButuxXA8T194CObshqaodU-_5gh8SxjVz-Py67fN24763z0989DI10s-tb41YoSeCLG7pk70rJ8SCUfNjo6eXDUXG9rrjA5lfQixv9caIr/s1600-h/Sparkling+Wine+Ikon.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu9gK3HFdLnDlPfsMmSx8ZF35asasMgfKaPfButuxXA8T194CObshqaodU-_5gh8SxjVz-Py67fN24763z0989DI10s-tb41YoSeCLG7pk70rJ8SCUfNjo6eXDUXG9rrjA5lfQixv9caIr/s320/Sparkling+Wine+Ikon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339767619621332578" border="0" /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CAJID%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="country-region"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"></o:smarttagtype><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"></object> <style> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } </style> <![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:";font-size:100%;" >16. Honeymoon right after the wedding or days after the wedding?</span></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </span><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu9gK3HFdLnDlPfsMmSx8ZF35asasMgfKaPfButuxXA8T194CObshqaodU-_5gh8SxjVz-Py67fN24763z0989DI10s-tb41YoSeCLG7pk70rJ8SCUfNjo6eXDUXG9rrjA5lfQixv9caIr/s1600-h/Sparkling+Wine+Ikon.jpg"><span style=";font-family:";" > <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Right after the wedding I think. It's always a fun fantasy to imagine you and your hubby hopping on a plane to leave for </span><st1:country-region style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" st="on"><st1:place st="on">Italy</st1:place></st1:country-region><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> or something...</span></span></a><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu9gK3HFdLnDlPfsMmSx8ZF35asasMgfKaPfButuxXA8T194CObshqaodU-_5gh8SxjVz-Py67fN24763z0989DI10s-tb41YoSeCLG7pk70rJ8SCUfNjo6eXDUXG9rrjA5lfQixv9caIr/s1600-h/Sparkling+Wine+Ikon.jpg"><span style=";font-family:";" > </span></a><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu9gK3HFdLnDlPfsMmSx8ZF35asasMgfKaPfButuxXA8T194CObshqaodU-_5gh8SxjVz-Py67fN24763z0989DI10s-tb41YoSeCLG7pk70rJ8SCUfNjo6eXDUXG9rrjA5lfQixv9caIr/s1600-h/Sparkling+Wine+Ikon.jpg"><span style=";font-family:";" > </span></a>
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<br /><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu9gK3HFdLnDlPfsMmSx8ZF35asasMgfKaPfButuxXA8T194CObshqaodU-_5gh8SxjVz-Py67fN24763z0989DI10s-tb41YoSeCLG7pk70rJ8SCUfNjo6eXDUXG9rrjA5lfQixv9caIr/s1600-h/Sparkling+Wine+Ikon.jpg"><span style=";font-family:";" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">17. Money or household items?</span></span></a>
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<br />3-5.
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<br />And...yes I'm gonna tiru Napster on this one:
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<br /><span style="font-size:100%;">19. Will you record your honeymoon on DVD or CD?
<br />Definitely. I'll throw in the wedding ceremony as well. I want to keep it for the memories.
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<br />20. I want to know their wedding plan:
<br />Atiqah A
<br />Ima and Yaya
<br />Ainatul</span> <o:p></o:p></p> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu9gK3HFdLnDlPfsMmSx8ZF35asasMgfKaPfButuxXA8T194CObshqaodU-_5gh8SxjVz-Py67fN24763z0989DI10s-tb41YoSeCLG7pk70rJ8SCUfNjo6eXDUXG9rrjA5lfQixv9caIr/s1600-h/Sparkling+Wine+Ikon.jpg"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:12;" ></span></a></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu9gK3HFdLnDlPfsMmSx8ZF35asasMgfKaPfButuxXA8T194CObshqaodU-_5gh8SxjVz-Py67fN24763z0989DI10s-tb41YoSeCLG7pk70rJ8SCUfNjo6eXDUXG9rrjA5lfQixv9caIr/s1600-h/Sparkling+Wine+Ikon.jpg"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:12;" > <!--[endif]--></span></a></div><span style=";font-family:";font-size:12;" > <!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--> <!--[endif]--></span></div></div>Sparrow_Winghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-5904344911384159542009-05-22T03:36:00.000-07:002009-05-22T03:44:12.244-07:00Got my RESULTS!!!<div style="text-align: center;">Found out this afternoon.<br />Was scared <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">sh*tless</span>!! I'd been trying to check for my results ever since last night.<br />Even during subuh morning prayer I checked the student portal again just to see if it had come out yet.<br /><br />The minute the whole thing came up my eyes scrolled over the marks...A, A-, A-, A, B, B+, B-....<br />Phew! So far so good...<br />Now the CGPA and overall result....<br />Drum roll please....!~<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:78%;" >tatatata TUM!</span><br /><br />3.56 for this sem and 3.5 for both sems! Whoopx2! Lady Lily is extremely pleased with herself!<br />Sure it's not a 4 flat but <span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" >whatever!~</span> I aimed for 3.5+ at least and I got it! Kept praying for it to Allah and He gave it to me! Syukur alhamdulillah!<br /><br />To the rest of my buds, good luck! Wish to see you all again some time. Stay safe.<br /><br />Peace out!~<br /><br /><br /></div>Sparrow_Winghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-81363858296061129112009-05-21T06:55:00.000-07:002009-05-21T07:16:46.571-07:00Outing with Buds!Okay that was a whole lotta fun. Sedih sebab the rest of our familiar faces weren't there though. Oh, Elani-chan why did you move to horrible Shah Alam?? Let's take it from the top then, shall we?<br />Woke this morning at 8.00 am. (I know, early!) Groggily crawled back to my own room (slept with my mom cuz' I practically knocked out on her bed). At 9, threw away the covers to go have breakfast. Hm, today was toast and half-boiled eggs. Yum.<br /><br />Watched American Idol Finale! It was a cool show. Every year, American Idol always gives off a great party and viewers can't help but be entertained. They had American Idol judge Kara sing Vision of Love and take off her clothes (she wore a bikini underneath), Black Eyed Peas performed their latest single and I thought it was great! Legendary rock band KISS was there too and you could practically see Adam Lambert's throat when he yelled at the top of his lungs along with Gene Simmons and his buddies. I was pretty shocked Kris won coz' I was rooting for Adam but Kris is good. He's cute. He's like a little hamster or something equally adorable...Whereas Adam...Wow, he's flamboyant, outgoing, edgy and gay gay <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" >GAY</span> as hell!! America didn't want Adam to win cuz' he's gay obviously...At least, America has <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">some</span> hope left in them...<br /><br />Moving on, went to Queensbay mall for our outing. It was just me, Tqah, Nishi and Hafiz. Missed my BJ buds...I think it's been a long time since I last saw them.<br /><br />We bought our tickets first. Tqah and I had discounts cuz' we brought our student cards along with us but Nishi was moaning and whining instead. He'd went and forgot about student cards and had to pay RM 10 for the ticket...When you're a student I say use every single little advantage you've got! RM 4 ain't such a small amount when you really get down to it. You could get like, a sundae at McD's (boycotting it tho :P) or a plate of french fries at Dave's Deli or a notebook or something...Well, you get the picture.<br /><br />Hafiz overslept and so we had to wait for him. Surprise surprise.<br /><br />Atiqah and Nishi decided to eat at Dave's Deli (haha, tu la cm ne dpt tau price french fries dia). Atiqah ordered fettucini I think and Nishi had this special combo stuff which consisted of a small portion of spaghetti and an equally small portion of lasagna. I didn't order anything at all cuz' I'd already eaten.<br /><br />Nishi actually went and mixed <span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" >EVERYTHING</span> up on his plate! He rolled everything into one big huge pile of food...Everything, the coleslow, spaghetti, lasagna all thrown into a heap...It was the most disastrous thing ever! Nishi had the gall to call it art! <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" >Art!!</span> I ask of you!<br /><br />"You call it gross, I see it as a creativity!" he declared and proceeded to gulp down huge amounts of "it".<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikNFyZ28w0ExkfnyVV_girXHTS_3451QToKc16XVhPrlS8G1Of2iWCSEF_wRfVWXF2lKhMdkSUnYjzJOncA0ST2oERjAf3m9jpeUvJoQfL0kt96_t0QjIlju3va5ycXp3cHME8CmYvK-1d/s1600-h/Mothers+Day+,10.5.2009+003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikNFyZ28w0ExkfnyVV_girXHTS_3451QToKc16XVhPrlS8G1Of2iWCSEF_wRfVWXF2lKhMdkSUnYjzJOncA0ST2oERjAf3m9jpeUvJoQfL0kt96_t0QjIlju3va5ycXp3cHME8CmYvK-1d/s320/Mothers+Day+,10.5.2009+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338277053931088322" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:78%;">Nishi calls it creativity<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" >I call it "CRAZY"</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLMdIxulczGwjMrA3MTKsC51sP7S4AmwmgVfczxnGKPGXg-cc573sthg6bHPQ8Zd2xWhixu5r7_I9PPt7LsEK-_7ezaPBj350OV2uZIV6E-FYJUy-sAyo3bZn1QK4MtvB6Z-tfOO04nmBF/s1600-h/Mothers+Day+,10.5.2009+002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLMdIxulczGwjMrA3MTKsC51sP7S4AmwmgVfczxnGKPGXg-cc573sthg6bHPQ8Zd2xWhixu5r7_I9PPt7LsEK-_7ezaPBj350OV2uZIV6E-FYJUy-sAyo3bZn1QK4MtvB6Z-tfOO04nmBF/s320/Mothers+Day+,10.5.2009+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338277878811581458" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">Nishi the Sushi</span></span><br /></div><br /><br />Even Hafiz thought some of the things Nishi had eaten were just plain weird! Well, me and Atiqah tried a bit of Nishi's creation and thought "Hm, boleh tahan rasa dia..." We did it grudgingly though. Huhuhuhu...<br /><br />Atiqah thought her fettucini was a bit dissapointing. I had a bit of that too and I had to agree with her. It was alright but nothing "Ooh, jumping outta your seat <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">WOW</span>!!!"<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxvIXuTh6H90RSDkHecswKLRt-TJfCrAwNPz0vVKWF0Wm20B81n6fJz35h-oAxEp8prj2lgoj_FMduUKWDu08zWI3cTzu3fEDZLr_t3LnsQmW8N_XtUei6dQDBBneeR3-v9g5FKOFAMgy4/s1600-h/Mothers+Day+,10.5.2009+001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxvIXuTh6H90RSDkHecswKLRt-TJfCrAwNPz0vVKWF0Wm20B81n6fJz35h-oAxEp8prj2lgoj_FMduUKWDu08zWI3cTzu3fEDZLr_t3LnsQmW8N_XtUei6dQDBBneeR3-v9g5FKOFAMgy4/s320/Mothers+Day+,10.5.2009+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338279033416390786" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" >Tiqah at Dave's Deli</span><br /></div><br />We watched Night At The Museum 2 and it was hilarious! Really funny and entertaining. I think I'd prefer it more next to Wolverine. Abang said Wolvy wasn't so good so...Ben Stiller did a good job! Owen Wilson and Steeve Coogan was really cute as the miniature Jedediah and Octavius! They were so adorable and funny! That squirell part tu was just so <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">LOL</span> material!<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvZFop4ma_xRz1xlNUco63p5mlN7WSPWahEb9rPhuBl2eWnT-VdniKlRlWd2dBgerTyIggGanjwZKUWe_Ch7l2KedNpobRWUFmo6H8eCyJGPgQSgGX5KI_ATKnK-mB5W8zVB2b9I1p5IAn/s1600-h/night-at-museum-2-poster.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvZFop4ma_xRz1xlNUco63p5mlN7WSPWahEb9rPhuBl2eWnT-VdniKlRlWd2dBgerTyIggGanjwZKUWe_Ch7l2KedNpobRWUFmo6H8eCyJGPgQSgGX5KI_ATKnK-mB5W8zVB2b9I1p5IAn/s320/night-at-museum-2-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338279771418669090" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Night At The Museum 2</span></span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5gEDfaXi63HqHlmDawLuBz1Pfk0XbeTDJzKXTNyDnPg4LgGJ1oDNhU0Hgk6ca53wTd_X7876TwovFpvs9itke_WV_TFZ9zu21OHS5PNcpp7HYTWvtrnoQZcVM39edekuK9wqgCTeOhXxD/s1600-h/museum2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 157px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5gEDfaXi63HqHlmDawLuBz1Pfk0XbeTDJzKXTNyDnPg4LgGJ1oDNhU0Hgk6ca53wTd_X7876TwovFpvs9itke_WV_TFZ9zu21OHS5PNcpp7HYTWvtrnoQZcVM39edekuK9wqgCTeOhXxD/s320/museum2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338280098946559698" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:78%;" >Octavius and Jedediah</span><br /></div><br />Anyway, the movie starts off with Ben Stiller being an inventor and having created the Glow in The Dark Flashlight; he's no longer a night guard at a museum. A few minutes into the show, he later on finds out that the wax figures at the Museum of Natural History (where he used to work) are being taken away to another place. He was upset and tried to find ways to stop the museum from crumbling. Unfortunately, nothing worked.<br /><br />Soon, he gets a call from lil' Jedediah saying they needed help from Kahmunrah, Ahkmenrah's brother who's determined to steal that tablet thingy to rule the world and stuff.<br /><br />Larry (Stiller) rushes off to save his friends and teams up with Amelia Earhart whom he has a romantic interest in.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOzfOP6LvlHbJZa-jKgTX1FBQ0DbuOrZnTOcttiVIOSmAgCpH97MlLONLJX-J-QWG04iK_pHAXTjJNwYw59uFHKZDacRD2QnA3gcE2CePZsalwPzASOVyjVgsVeKbNe_Z_1-y5WwH3_xP2/s1600-h/nightatthemuseum2-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOzfOP6LvlHbJZa-jKgTX1FBQ0DbuOrZnTOcttiVIOSmAgCpH97MlLONLJX-J-QWG04iK_pHAXTjJNwYw59uFHKZDacRD2QnA3gcE2CePZsalwPzASOVyjVgsVeKbNe_Z_1-y5WwH3_xP2/s320/nightatthemuseum2-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338280354005143010" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">Amelia Earhart</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipoHZw9N4Jh3OZTzQUQsc_QJyaZAPmjfPjfWCiHF1q8kx8Yz3NM1v6OzW5KNDlN4tlQiVDuncrfzCTvRoI6aVQGkjMvbPgZbVXSL09OMbtiETREVPu_bLG6S943vFnUFl5gsvPDPWw-lEp/s1600-h/250px-The_Thinker_close.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipoHZw9N4Jh3OZTzQUQsc_QJyaZAPmjfPjfWCiHF1q8kx8Yz3NM1v6OzW5KNDlN4tlQiVDuncrfzCTvRoI6aVQGkjMvbPgZbVXSL09OMbtiETREVPu_bLG6S943vFnUFl5gsvPDPWw-lEp/s320/250px-The_Thinker_close.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338280772911043170" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">The Thinker</span></span><br /></div><br />They bump into various exhibits as they try to save Jedediah from being drowned in a sand hour glass. Some of the things they bumped into included a giant squid, 'The Thinker', Albert Einstein bobble heads, and even more. In the end, everyone is saved and Larry returns to being a night guard. It was a really good movie. I think all of us enjoyed ourselves thoroughly.<br /><br /><br />I can't wait for another outing...Well, later.Sparrow_Winghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-63262231277830285152009-05-20T03:51:00.001-07:002009-05-24T02:25:04.272-07:00Akame!Currently in love with Akanishi Jin and Kazuya Kamenashi from KAT-TUN. Most people who are not J-pop fans will probably not know them. But everywhere I go, I keep bumping into Kame and Jin DVDs at DVD stores. I realised they're really quite popular. Wow, and I thought I had them all to myself. Abang says they look like little faggots. He calls them names like "Bapok!" or "Eeee! GAY!!" Yea, my bro's a homophobe. I'm not exactly a homophobe but I don't believe in same sex marriage at all. It's just part of the religion baby. No hard feelings.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMw5XdKELx2fVjSYMIEO_Z8LTVX2gSthNggvUfldTcrA1Cpv6LcG5zupom2siSoM4rVIKz5vhZpcPqg9_kvYvLCMctKjdw1AdxJSc8Jon9p2sWUETpVIF1E7ctPfVJJxM-CJagygzKiAic/s1600-h/140528792_bd486807d2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMw5XdKELx2fVjSYMIEO_Z8LTVX2gSthNggvUfldTcrA1Cpv6LcG5zupom2siSoM4rVIKz5vhZpcPqg9_kvYvLCMctKjdw1AdxJSc8Jon9p2sWUETpVIF1E7ctPfVJJxM-CJagygzKiAic/s320/140528792_bd486807d2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337869129777911218" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWXMqQGkEXZr4Sb3ddyLjCYgHNjWYbPtYLYncdaxkPKzu4mrPpIZrRwFcD3bKIiWo8ZfdyyLt3D1nUQpur2mUMmTsLHrnDw5JWwASypKgrsAmSAwUWiezRWY7osawl1feTHlM90PUybTsE/s1600-h/368969462_598b1dd10f.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWXMqQGkEXZr4Sb3ddyLjCYgHNjWYbPtYLYncdaxkPKzu4mrPpIZrRwFcD3bKIiWo8ZfdyyLt3D1nUQpur2mUMmTsLHrnDw5JWwASypKgrsAmSAwUWiezRWY7osawl1feTHlM90PUybTsE/s320/368969462_598b1dd10f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337864048849432482" border="0" /></a></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhJLpWy8w9IL3DpM1uOVN_WOE-ww9vtsHNn4jh5PIZJ_SmXdEbnOJTXbF4AWDNs41RwIsB7p-1jqxZVLlHi96gDFNf8rXKrdaABHaUDG5F6w_sC-uBXry4_HS4be48dXYtyjrUu9AQwlek/s1600-h/2378777099_ebf82a643b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhJLpWy8w9IL3DpM1uOVN_WOE-ww9vtsHNn4jh5PIZJ_SmXdEbnOJTXbF4AWDNs41RwIsB7p-1jqxZVLlHi96gDFNf8rXKrdaABHaUDG5F6w_sC-uBXry4_HS4be48dXYtyjrUu9AQwlek/s320/2378777099_ebf82a643b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337868248541287762" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5XCGQx-fgGswdEbCLGr_tr43q6PCbTVW_FNEycuRKX2D9RL-N3pqFOGjoVQCBdaURW2T0GDNYXd3pVarBpWSyXi_GF5ef2vyLyjQfyXKDN0H-lfnMGC9NdXq-W7RWbwZTkChRps3fLbzQ/s1600-h/2378777099_ebf82a643b.jpg"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1OlaOEMeMA8_A_i4MWNYya0dhD4_5yv-9ZD1wB6yYdXN-8cI5Rwt3BQbx7LlumwynS9IpRpZF0DnUIVG4FP0BQ7tdD8mRUQYl18VdOtcDDkl30VlIZWaz75X2-7aNIPQ4bav5BhRLOBEp/s1600-h/1702407442_46dce7507b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1OlaOEMeMA8_A_i4MWNYya0dhD4_5yv-9ZD1wB6yYdXN-8cI5Rwt3BQbx7LlumwynS9IpRpZF0DnUIVG4FP0BQ7tdD8mRUQYl18VdOtcDDkl30VlIZWaz75X2-7aNIPQ4bav5BhRLOBEp/s320/1702407442_46dce7507b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337860141773990946" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" >Akame</span><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Abang calls them that coz' they're obviously pretty boys. Pretty boys...There's something so ultra appealing about that term. As far as I'm concerned, women have always had a thing for pretty boys. It's like we're most attracted to these faces that have a slight feminine touch to them. My list of boy toys have only had pretty boys on them. There was the occasional Christian Bale and Hugh Jackman (more of a rugged type, eh?) but the rest were all bishonens.<br /></div><br />First pretty boy on the list goes to Sagara Sanosuke from Rurouni Kenshin. He was pretty cute. And lasted quite a while too. 3 years to be exact. I liked him since I was 9...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYwLTn2IVD2jf2Le56n-mQMOQ8Vwc3KKlNvxhbSyZ9S3cAqBjO4rWgPeXk9bQU2VQLGHqBmsxpe9mn9k6Q_GbzvThLM9ncLNF8qE8KZtH8x6TyJ3sK6JBlmJWRBBwrs_bEn3sJfl1fok5N/s1600-h/ninarchives_sanosukesagara.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYwLTn2IVD2jf2Le56n-mQMOQ8Vwc3KKlNvxhbSyZ9S3cAqBjO4rWgPeXk9bQU2VQLGHqBmsxpe9mn9k6Q_GbzvThLM9ncLNF8qE8KZtH8x6TyJ3sK6JBlmJWRBBwrs_bEn3sJfl1fok5N/s320/ninarchives_sanosukesagara.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337869835768054690" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Sagara Sanosuke</span><br /></span></div><br />Second on the list, was probably Sanzo from Saiyuki. Saiyuki had loads of hotties though so that's a bit hard to discern. I guess it ranged from Sanzo to Gojyo to Homura....Man, they look like Kame though...<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBuEL5W2sbUeu4KJbcZjCb0o4YjtNB1NR5fTjnM9NArbXF_LpdnJSeK6cjYRChguZeRUaK-wDZemMIPKOupchwHkEf37NaCTzDuF0hUhwmF6OY5RwdtD5hhC0n0vBT3oxISVzr6AKicLKF/s1600-h/port_sanzo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBuEL5W2sbUeu4KJbcZjCb0o4YjtNB1NR5fTjnM9NArbXF_LpdnJSeK6cjYRChguZeRUaK-wDZemMIPKOupchwHkEf37NaCTzDuF0hUhwmF6OY5RwdtD5hhC0n0vBT3oxISVzr6AKicLKF/s320/port_sanzo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337862683959711026" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" >Genjo Sanzo</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0b8VmUPTvcvI8BNCu5TXWHXK-vfs-znq2BnhZRHtDdUp8VJtsyyw1XUUjbp8aonarH3J8hwEdlledTakJLXzxm_RAhBXUK1B3X-qf3FSG54RihHlha2DasCcw2OMDCi95g_tdESxFsbig/s1600-h/homura02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0b8VmUPTvcvI8BNCu5TXWHXK-vfs-znq2BnhZRHtDdUp8VJtsyyw1XUUjbp8aonarH3J8hwEdlledTakJLXzxm_RAhBXUK1B3X-qf3FSG54RihHlha2DasCcw2OMDCi95g_tdESxFsbig/s320/homura02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337863253506351666" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:78%;" >Homura Taishi</span><br /><br /><br /></div>I think the next dude was probably Johnny Depp from Pirates....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha9ZpCU95GpyPQCBimNncHbAFd6xW4dVXfutdPKHDz5-Q1EgYISmhHtEdtLgtjm7qQgdyu-tbOFiPbQeX_MAXzuRR7vtDVa55_vPUdB8pYxyYe9Ky8hvgLA0cISH0I82ySlyQ4Rm3hmbj5/s1600-h/gallery_OYUNLAR_jack-sparrow.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha9ZpCU95GpyPQCBimNncHbAFd6xW4dVXfutdPKHDz5-Q1EgYISmhHtEdtLgtjm7qQgdyu-tbOFiPbQeX_MAXzuRR7vtDVa55_vPUdB8pYxyYe9Ky8hvgLA0cISH0I82ySlyQ4Rm3hmbj5/s320/gallery_OYUNLAR_jack-sparrow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337866336083208258" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-size:78%;">Jack Sparrow</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUmOpKSZbuUqVsYDh_Iy_lAwBGmEpZUOD6AtyPh99OfAVYav9-cILawfy8b2C6Wfkrh1JTJcI9Ydr63MqgUq3EuxXL1Ch5xeAy3GJAZfqrEUkrGYpO0W3MDogK94HhnN62tibFV-nqDDMJ/s1600-h/Johnny_Depp_jpg.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUmOpKSZbuUqVsYDh_Iy_lAwBGmEpZUOD6AtyPh99OfAVYav9-cILawfy8b2C6Wfkrh1JTJcI9Ydr63MqgUq3EuxXL1Ch5xeAy3GJAZfqrEUkrGYpO0W3MDogK94HhnN62tibFV-nqDDMJ/s320/Johnny_Depp_jpg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337868012113018946" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span style="font-size:78%;">JD from Chocolat. *DROOLS*<br /></span></span></div><br /><br />I'll just list 'em down so it'll be easier...<br /><ol><li>Garett Hedlund-Four Brothers (Thought he was a major hottie)</li><li>Stelios-300 (Had a bit of a thing for him throught the whole 2006)</li><li>Christian Bale-Shaft and Dark Knight (My Gawd, this man is sexy! He had such a nice physique too)</li><li>Hidan-Naruto (Ooooh, he was sexy! Foul-mouthed and silver haired! Who wouldn't love 'im?)</li><li>Sasuke-Naruto (Didn't like him at fisrt. Grew on me later!)</li><li>Itachi-Naruto (Sasuke's smexy brother! Uchihacest!)</li></ol><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwtdNz_qqVYq4EVGDadT2mgKaSumhoJm8FOCnvoXX3jD_G3txtcs8D2JqQPx7Z9Xw3PtKRAvPURhQh84qhvJM9ogOP7x7GQYcWaEiQ_1h4Rrex6Jxa9x6Vi0m4jyPq_LQPLvxUBmNOVNoU/s1600-h/Wallpaper_Christian_Bale_Hip_1024.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwtdNz_qqVYq4EVGDadT2mgKaSumhoJm8FOCnvoXX3jD_G3txtcs8D2JqQPx7Z9Xw3PtKRAvPURhQh84qhvJM9ogOP7x7GQYcWaEiQ_1h4Rrex6Jxa9x6Vi0m4jyPq_LQPLvxUBmNOVNoU/s320/Wallpaper_Christian_Bale_Hip_1024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337867183334743266" border="0" /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:78%;" >Christian Bale</span></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">So yeah, I like bishonens. It's not about being sexually attracted to women or anything. I don't like girls cuz' well, I'm just as equiped (if not better, if I do say so myself)...Pretty boys on the other hand. Oh, they're just soooo lovely to look at. This post has been only for my own pleasure. I just wanted to write something yg memuaskan hati....Atiqah wrote about a hottie Frenchy once so I wanna do the same.<br /></div></div>Sparrow_Winghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-27052300352566380482009-05-20T03:25:00.000-07:002009-05-22T04:43:17.167-07:00I've been TAGGED<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzzKl4Co3Y1Ia47zbbFuOr7nkKJ4dEeZb_Qj1f2Oj1lMUgMv1c3U-Lp0SDwJiQvPdRSmc8GE0vLVpUYG90jw1Fo2SZThC_TygFh_wnM3QgKXFYo0o_rPNWT97t2LJ-714rJriQEcZ3RRIK/s1600-h/awarslily.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzzKl4Co3Y1Ia47zbbFuOr7nkKJ4dEeZb_Qj1f2Oj1lMUgMv1c3U-Lp0SDwJiQvPdRSmc8GE0vLVpUYG90jw1Fo2SZThC_TygFh_wnM3QgKXFYo0o_rPNWT97t2LJ-714rJriQEcZ3RRIK/s320/awarslily.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337854811367812370" border="0" /></a><br /><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" align="center">1. copy paste award on your blog once u get it</p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" align="center">2. make an entry as if it is a Grammy award</p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" align="center">3. tag 5 other bloggers</p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" align="center">4. NEVER break the chain, pls.</p><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Thank you! Thank you! You were brilliant! No wait, I was! Okay, I'll admit I was superb!<br />My first thank you goes to those idiots who says English is a language that no one should learn how to speak. Yes, to those who actually go "Wah! Dia speaking! Speaking!" get my first thank you! What would TESLians ever do without fools like you?<span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"> (Get on very nicely) </span>Thank you to the little people that made this blog possible. Thank you to the midgets who were so kind to me; you midgets made me feel oh, <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" >sooooo</span> good telling me I needed to go to a fish spa and what not!<br /><br />Thank you Johnny Entertainment for producing gorgeous J-Pop group KAT-TUN. I know abang says they look like bapoks (lotsa Malay guys will be nodding) but what the heck! They're so cute! Kyaaaa!~(Malay men: Blugh! *Throw up*)<br /><br />Thank you to the insignificant troop of anonymus people at Kolej Mawar. You made the Mawarians' life a living hell and we'll never forget it! Big round of applause for following <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" >"arahan-arahan bodoh". </span><br /><br />To Lindsay Lohan and Britney Spears who don't understand the function of undergarments. Thank you! You made women look like total idiotic bimbos! Thanks for doing us justice!<br /><br />To Chris Brown for beating the crap outta Rihanna. She didn't deserve it, man but it must've felt goooood to<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"> gigit</span> Rihanna, eh?<br /><br />Lastly to you! Yes, <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;">you</span></span>! The one reading this blog! I know what you're doing! I can <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" >see</span> it! Stop that! Use a tissue for God's sake! Boogers on the computer screen is not a turn on, ok!!<br /></div>Sparrow_Winghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278noreply@blogger.com6