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auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8cPm9nfCzaQ/Tu6tSmCWXQI/AAAAAAAAAg8/TxIVE3Er2gw/s320/children.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687673914375167234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Children of The Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stumbling down the street,&lt;br /&gt;I’m lost and completely beat,&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what time it is,&lt;br /&gt;If it’s midnight I may perhaps start to get pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s dark outside,&lt;br /&gt;I hear the wolves’ howls,&lt;br /&gt;I sniff the air and smell a stench so foul,&lt;br /&gt;Blood running down my chin,&lt;br /&gt;God, help me for I have sinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night sky is all a glimmer,&lt;br /&gt;The hooting owl a silent killer,&lt;br /&gt;I’m stalking for prey and quickly,&lt;br /&gt;Slowly,&lt;br /&gt;Quietly but surely,&lt;br /&gt;I’m getting closer and closer,&lt;br /&gt;I’m chasing my prey,&lt;br /&gt;Leading it into a run just for play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch my prey run,&lt;br /&gt;I watch it hide,&lt;br /&gt;I can hear its rapid breathing,&lt;br /&gt;I can hear the heart beating,&lt;br /&gt;I can hear the silent screaming,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, this is almost too good to be true,&lt;br /&gt;Almost too sweet to be fooled,&lt;br /&gt;Poor little lamb,&lt;br /&gt;For when midnight approaches,&lt;br /&gt;So does my dinner bell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My jaws are filled with fury,&lt;br /&gt;It is filled with anger,&lt;br /&gt;It has no place for sympathy,&lt;br /&gt;Nor does it beg for your pity,&lt;br /&gt;It is not strong but powerful,&lt;br /&gt;It is merciless not spiteful,&lt;br /&gt;It will crush you and your bones,&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting for you to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My claws will crush you as well,&lt;br /&gt;Keeping you imprisoned in a cell,&lt;br /&gt;Trapped between the fingers,&lt;br /&gt;A scent of blood lingers,&lt;br /&gt;Right between my nails,&lt;br /&gt;I can hear the tortured wails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My face is beauty at its perfection,&lt;br /&gt;My eyes glow with earnest fascination,&lt;br /&gt;My limbs are slender but muscular,&lt;br /&gt;My built wide but still slight,&lt;br /&gt;My skin glows like the moon,&lt;br /&gt;My hair is enough to make you swoon,&lt;br /&gt;Yet unlike you I’m not human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a demon reborn,&lt;br /&gt;I live for centuries,&lt;br /&gt;Something that keeps my mood forlorn,&lt;br /&gt;Despite my moods I still have that hunger,&lt;br /&gt;I need to satiate it,&lt;br /&gt;I crave for blood,&lt;br /&gt;For flesh,&lt;br /&gt;For the ripping and tearing of limbs,&lt;br /&gt;For the piercing of skin,&lt;br /&gt;Straight through the bones,&lt;br /&gt;My heart is filled with the glee of a hunter,&lt;br /&gt;As I embody carnage itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel no remorse for those I have killed,&lt;br /&gt;I’m no longer one of them,&lt;br /&gt;My loyalty lies to others of my own kind,&lt;br /&gt;But still,&lt;br /&gt;I can love them,&lt;br /&gt;And when I do all I want is to,&lt;br /&gt;Turn them into a demon,&lt;br /&gt;Just as I am,&lt;br /&gt;Just as I always will be,&lt;br /&gt;From the beginning of time,&lt;br /&gt;To the end of centuries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377527483608118410-1529583040334745945?l=jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/1529583040334745945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377527483608118410&amp;postID=1529583040334745945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/1529583040334745945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/1529583040334745945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/2011/12/children-of-night.html' title='The Children of The Night'/><author><name>Sparrow_Wing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2jH7i9MK00/TdjlSsYvnZI/AAAAAAAAAao/uQmmvhuF-74/s220/DSC03322.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8cPm9nfCzaQ/Tu6tSmCWXQI/AAAAAAAAAg8/TxIVE3Er2gw/s72-c/children.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-777602031536627005</id><published>2011-12-10T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T21:06:55.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is up with 11?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, here goes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;TERMS and CONDITIONS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. You must post these rules.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. Each person must post 11 things about themselves in their journal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post. And create 11 new questions for the people you tagged to answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. You have to choose 11 people to tag and link them on the post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. Got to their page and tell them you have tagged HIM/HER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6. No tag back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;11 Things About Myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;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). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;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!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mMOvF45G8Ag/TuZGQYDLCqI/AAAAAAAAAfo/pTtm01AUUrY/s1600/harry_potter_paperback_set.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mMOvF45G8Ag/TuZGQYDLCqI/AAAAAAAAAfo/pTtm01AUUrY/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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3O1qVoin_Jw/TuZGJ5f2URI/AAAAAAAAAfc/KlPoio5He88/s1600/polls__36705_harry_potter_calendar_photo_4329_73627_poll_xlarge.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3O1qVoin_Jw/TuZGJ5f2URI/AAAAAAAAAfc/KlPoio5He88/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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Challenge accepted!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;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?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rBDZWcJS4Lw/TuZGv1OzLdI/AAAAAAAAAgA/Szl-TfrcZaM/s1600/600full-christian-bale.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rBDZWcJS4Lw/TuZGv1OzLdI/AAAAAAAAAgA/Szl-TfrcZaM/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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am too sexy for that ridiculous Batman suit with nipples.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;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!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kDfmpFCM6Mo/TuZGWFO6jNI/AAAAAAAAAf0/mjVAwFmrWIY/s1600/remove-replace-hinges-01.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kDfmpFCM6Mo/TuZGWFO6jNI/AAAAAAAAAf0/mjVAwFmrWIY/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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My laptop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;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!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;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! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;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?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QWK52vZC4-0/TuZLuZdFdaI/AAAAAAAAAgk/WGPRAUO1zPE/s1600/death%2Bof%2Bthe%2Btweeny%2Bboppers.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QWK52vZC4-0/TuZLuZdFdaI/AAAAAAAAAgk/WGPRAUO1zPE/s320/death%2Bof%2Bthe%2Btweeny%2Bboppers.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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Death to the tweeny boppers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I couldn't put Bieber's face in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; probably cuz' I didn't want to soil my blog with his ugly mug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_1_l9Dgf1Ho/TuZMJElDNvI/AAAAAAAAAgw/EBXBdB3R1zw/s1600/9348.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_1_l9Dgf1Ho/TuZMJElDNvI/AAAAAAAAAgw/EBXBdB3R1zw/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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My teeth aren't quite that bad...But it does resemble a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GuVAjz9qRa0/TuZHJnFNQiI/AAAAAAAAAgM/GA0l6eIo4Ok/s1600/interview-with-the-vampire.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GuVAjz9qRa0/TuZHJnFNQiI/AAAAAAAAAgM/GA0l6eIo4Ok/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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Louis: Dude, is he like, &lt;i&gt;sparkling&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lestat: That shit is NOT acceptable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E2nuAtRERtk/TuZHzA9uxYI/AAAAAAAAAgY/6fOrjKer4xA/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; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"C'mon, ya princy faggot Jacob! Git at me!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. If you are a fictional character which would you prefer to be, a hero or a villain? Why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. What would your powers/abilities be and why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;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); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;3. What would your moniker/nickname be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everlast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;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); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Where would your secret hideout be?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Probably somewhere in a mansion up on a hill. Hiding in plain sight, geddit? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;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); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. What is your Facebook or E-mail password?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh-ho! Wouldn't you like to know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;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); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. If you could stay in another country, where would it be? Why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Also, I guess it's cause I'm crushing on British celebs mostly like Christian Bale, Damon Albarn, Jamie Bell, etc. Hee hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. On a bright sunny day, do you prefer to stay at home or go out? Why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Stay at home. Cuz' I'm not an outdoors-y person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. How would you define marriage?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. What do you think will make you happy and content with your life?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My faith in Allah SWT. My family. My friends. My love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. During times of stress, what do you do to calm yourself?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Talk to my family or friends. Pray. Listen to music, read a book, watch a movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. Would you be willing to treat me to dinner sometime in the future?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Once I'm working, hell yeah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;To those who get tagged, my 11 questions are:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Five things you like best about your face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. What do you plan to do in the near future?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. Name one thing you hate the most about your life right now and say why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. Have you ever wished you could erase a memory or a person in your life? Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6. Have you ever wished that other dimensions existed in this world?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7. What scares you the most?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8. Would you be insulted if someone voiced out their opinion that contradicted with your own?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;9. Are you a self-opinionated person?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;10. What kind of people annoy you the most?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;11. Which do you prefer; ice cream or cake?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;People I am tagging:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Winnie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rahayu a.k.a Maverick no Knight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Atiqah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bibi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hajah Salina&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: left; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: left; "&gt;Kak Fina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: left; "&gt;Effie a.k.a Nurul Afifah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: left; "&gt;Zarif Ismail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377527483608118410-777602031536627005?l=jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/777602031536627005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377527483608118410&amp;postID=777602031536627005' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/777602031536627005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/777602031536627005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-is-up-with-11.html' title='What is up with 11?'/><author><name>Sparrow_Wing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2jH7i9MK00/TdjlSsYvnZI/AAAAAAAAAao/uQmmvhuF-74/s220/DSC03322.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mMOvF45G8Ag/TuZGQYDLCqI/AAAAAAAAAfo/pTtm01AUUrY/s72-c/harry_potter_paperback_set.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-252648206257503110</id><published>2011-10-13T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T04:41:08.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Into Britpop.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AdzMKVG3wmg/TpgR1QnNgoI/AAAAAAAAAdE/YeZm7B7-HGk/s1600/9800_N%2BSYNC.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AdzMKVG3wmg/TpgR1QnNgoI/AAAAAAAAAdE/YeZm7B7-HGk/s320/9800_N%2BSYNC.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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;N*Sync. Popular boy band that was like so hot way back when.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O5CS4MORWKw/TpgSJgPEeRI/AAAAAAAAAdc/gqA9-MUssGs/s1600/9180511dfff63fd6_spice_girls_retro.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O5CS4MORWKw/TpgSJgPEeRI/AAAAAAAAAdc/gqA9-MUssGs/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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Spice Girls. I'll have to kick someone if they don't know who this group of pussies are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;They may be thick and mainstream but they did have some very good songs...Just dunno if they wrote it themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_CXS9h51B5M/TpgRoKwGSRI/AAAAAAAAAcs/PjGFoOXGRcw/s1600/41-T5nkrG0L.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_CXS9h51B5M/TpgRoKwGSRI/AAAAAAAAAcs/PjGFoOXGRcw/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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ah, 911...Is it just me, or does the one in the middle remind you of Michael J. Fox?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sdwaBLIjeHE/TpgTWhixTgI/AAAAAAAAAek/OhQFXDf6amE/s1600/Hair.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sdwaBLIjeHE/TpgTWhixTgI/AAAAAAAAAek/OhQFXDf6amE/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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Gorgeous Damon Albarn and his gorgeous blue eyes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So gorgeous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u7MVBi3NQl8/TpgTHCEkC5I/AAAAAAAAAeY/1pUETVjv8U8/s1600/175.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u7MVBi3NQl8/TpgTHCEkC5I/AAAAAAAAAeY/1pUETVjv8U8/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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Damon again! He's so cuuuute!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IRzLGm0OQR8/TpgTee9B7_I/AAAAAAAAAew/SE0647wkars/s1600/167091_193434644002476_192707394075201_745619_4360370_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IRzLGm0OQR8/TpgTee9B7_I/AAAAAAAAAew/SE0647wkars/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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Blur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Clockwise: Dave Rowntree at the top middle, Graham Coxon, Damon Albarn and Alex James&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ls4KlMqxJNw/TpgSOJhtklI/AAAAAAAAAdo/W1d4aeTlf6A/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; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Elastica in all their Elastica glory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WWhOkNqBwo0/TpgRtqodwmI/AAAAAAAAAc4/QJKsVbhzBq4/s1600/500full-elastica.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WWhOkNqBwo0/TpgRtqodwmI/AAAAAAAAAc4/QJKsVbhzBq4/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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZqDaL7Xg28k/TpgSiAtfOoI/AAAAAAAAAeM/OcGUvg84Q9g/s1600/tumblr_ld7nn8KprM1qdtu3ro1_400.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZqDaL7Xg28k/TpgSiAtfOoI/AAAAAAAAAeM/OcGUvg84Q9g/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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Brett Anderson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-62TdhmZ05zA/TpgSXGXaZlI/AAAAAAAAAeA/BdDa8zHXNdA/s1600/tumblr_l75t7yTdtE1qbat9no1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-62TdhmZ05zA/TpgSXGXaZlI/AAAAAAAAAeA/BdDa8zHXNdA/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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Suede is so suave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; 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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NVpNLnSCbi0/TpgSShRhe8I/AAAAAAAAAd0/-54MyQsb-Jk/s1600/Liam%252BGallagher.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NVpNLnSCbi0/TpgSShRhe8I/AAAAAAAAAd0/-54MyQsb-Jk/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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Liam Gallagher and his bad boy rugged looks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ayo373RERmY/TpgSElCKk2I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/BbBmUVDSsKI/s1600/10511_oasis3g1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ayo373RERmY/TpgSElCKk2I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/BbBmUVDSsKI/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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;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! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;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:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For a guide on the history of Britpop: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Britpop"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Britpop&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For a list of the bands of Britpop: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Britpop_musicians"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Britpop_musicians&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Blur's Girls and Boys, the video that started it all for me: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WDswiT87oo8&amp;amp;ob=av2e"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WDswiT87oo8&amp;amp;ob=av2e&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Blur's The Universal (WAJIB tengok!!!): &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BrbxWOMpwfs&amp;amp;ob=av2e"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BrbxWOMpwfs&amp;amp;ob=av2e&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Elastica - Connection: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ilKcXIFi-Rc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ilKcXIFi-Rc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Suede -  The  Beautiful Ones: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xqovGKdgAXY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xqovGKdgAXY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oasis -  Stand By Me: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=maTP315XZCQ&amp;amp;ob=av2e"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=maTP315XZCQ&amp;amp;ob=av2e&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377527483608118410-252648206257503110?l=jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/252648206257503110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377527483608118410&amp;postID=252648206257503110' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/252648206257503110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/252648206257503110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/2011/10/getting-into-britpop.html' title='Getting Into Britpop.'/><author><name>Sparrow_Wing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2jH7i9MK00/TdjlSsYvnZI/AAAAAAAAAao/uQmmvhuF-74/s220/DSC03322.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AdzMKVG3wmg/TpgR1QnNgoI/AAAAAAAAAdE/YeZm7B7-HGk/s72-c/9800_N%2BSYNC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-8081503842720908636</id><published>2011-06-16T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T08:22:37.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Michael Fassbender!</title><content type='html'>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. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, here are the pictures! XD Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OdJuSTm2JNQ/Tfod8zGe9PI/AAAAAAAAAck/7DjUgO0ewzE/s1600/michael-fassbender-3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OdJuSTm2JNQ/Tfod8zGe9PI/AAAAAAAAAck/7DjUgO0ewzE/s320/michael-fassbender-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618836415444874482" style="cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just a photo of him! He's just so mighty fine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MLX6fR6AF-s/TfodxjCsJAI/AAAAAAAAAcc/8-3MAV0izGU/s1600/michaelFassbender.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MLX6fR6AF-s/TfodxjCsJAI/AAAAAAAAAcc/8-3MAV0izGU/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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;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!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BXo1NEntLxM/TfodLIig8ZI/AAAAAAAAAcU/ME4s8PaQO-w/s1600/michael-fassbender-26-1-11-kc.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BXo1NEntLxM/TfodLIig8ZI/AAAAAAAAAcU/ME4s8PaQO-w/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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another shot of this smexy man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7iaeJpJVPU/Tfoc5uQpdcI/AAAAAAAAAcM/ygtSkQkdoCk/s1600/46535-27476.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7iaeJpJVPU/Tfoc5uQpdcI/AAAAAAAAAcM/ygtSkQkdoCk/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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OoooooOoOOOooooohhh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And my personal favorite: Stelios from 300!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dang! He was so sexy in that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7ludIrlkfpM/Tfoctizi4gI/AAAAAAAAAcE/I8we3NShGlg/s1600/300-3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7ludIrlkfpM/Tfoctizi4gI/AAAAAAAAAcE/I8we3NShGlg/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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another Stelios pic! I turned this into my wallpaper! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;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!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377527483608118410-8081503842720908636?l=jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/8081503842720908636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377527483608118410&amp;postID=8081503842720908636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/8081503842720908636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/8081503842720908636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/2011/06/of-michael-fassbender.html' title='Of Michael Fassbender!'/><author><name>Sparrow_Wing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2jH7i9MK00/TdjlSsYvnZI/AAAAAAAAAao/uQmmvhuF-74/s220/DSC03322.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OdJuSTm2JNQ/Tfod8zGe9PI/AAAAAAAAAck/7DjUgO0ewzE/s72-c/michael-fassbender-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-6820312814159367835</id><published>2011-05-22T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T01:33:36.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intersession.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e9dEi82TS-Y/TeyOtaMUb_I/AAAAAAAAAb8/7r9vRQ4cjvU/s1600/food.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WybQs_Qbx7Q/TdjhTTKfBhI/AAAAAAAAAag/SptQNSz096c/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; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "  &gt;I will NEVER be like this guy over here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "  &gt;unless it's the finals...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JADJiXJJZTY/TeyNfWz7zzI/AAAAAAAAAbM/Nbv2Cx_7B-I/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; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "  &gt;No, there will be no Ian Somerhalders lying about anywhere near while you're doing you're&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "  &gt;intersession.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Dream on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_CwMY3Eft8/TeyNszeye6I/AAAAAAAAAbU/d4P317LGqgg/s1600/13111_alex_pettyfer_1175095842.jpg" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_CwMY3Eft8/TeyNszeye6I/AAAAAAAAAbU/d4P317LGqgg/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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;And most certainly NO Alex Pettyfers as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Nope, NOT gonna happen. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jtk31bTxjag/TeyN5VdnhiI/AAAAAAAAAbc/AK-PTBDDXTc/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; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " &gt;And let's not even start on James Franco. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JADJiXJJZTY/TeyNfWz7zzI/AAAAAAAAAbM/Nbv2Cx_7B-I/s1600/ian_somerhalder_99.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hgebP3t7OKU/TeyOg4rvWlI/AAAAAAAAAbs/seuYlqEzx-A/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; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And by grub, I only mean yummy looking stuff like Char Kuey Teow. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Yummmy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e9dEi82TS-Y/TeyOtaMUb_I/AAAAAAAAAb8/7r9vRQ4cjvU/s1600/food.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e9dEi82TS-Y/TeyOtaMUb_I/AAAAAAAAAb8/7r9vRQ4cjvU/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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;u&gt;Oh God, I think I just died and went to food heaven!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e9dEi82TS-Y/TeyOtaMUb_I/AAAAAAAAAb8/7r9vRQ4cjvU/s1600/food.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K4Qk9g1e_to/TeyOo4iSKiI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Oka8HtTDZ0k/s1600/d_alif_fried_rice.jpg" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K4Qk9g1e_to/TeyOo4iSKiI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Oka8HtTDZ0k/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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Nasi Goreng!!! Most favorite dish to order at sec 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e06I-5Xh_ac/TeyOPMs9ITI/AAAAAAAAAbk/L4KkaWKSdKM/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; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Lonely...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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! &lt;i&gt;FREEDOM!~ FREEDOM!~ FREEDOM!~ Gotta give what you take!~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-__- *ignore my bad singing*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377527483608118410-6820312814159367835?l=jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/6820312814159367835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377527483608118410&amp;postID=6820312814159367835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/6820312814159367835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/6820312814159367835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/2011/05/intersession.html' title='Intersession.'/><author><name>Sparrow_Wing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2jH7i9MK00/TdjlSsYvnZI/AAAAAAAAAao/uQmmvhuF-74/s220/DSC03322.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WybQs_Qbx7Q/TdjhTTKfBhI/AAAAAAAAAag/SptQNSz096c/s72-c/studying-boh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-5404352155136446194</id><published>2011-05-11T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T10:37:20.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Ads...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UYOgO1YM1z8/TcrIfsJ-7iI/AAAAAAAAAaY/LIHn-gIgMN8/s1600/kotex_newdesign3.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UYOgO1YM1z8/TcrIfsJ-7iI/AAAAAAAAAaY/LIHn-gIgMN8/s320/kotex_newdesign3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605513132970536482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Admittedly, they are pretty but it's gonna get dirty anyway so why bother?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;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 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;with the way we market our products and services. Only a very &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;small &lt;/span&gt;percentage ever really make sense.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, the white cakes and pastries just seemed to be the last straw for the ring leader and she simply &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;to do something about it. She whipped out the new Kotex pads with -and this is the best part-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;flower patterns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;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!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;We tried...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;                                                                                                                                       &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;                                          We tried....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;We tried.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                                    &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We tried.................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;We tried.......................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;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 &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;try &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;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:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jack-In-The-Box fries fight ad:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-SRIGPQ5pjk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-SRIGPQ5pjk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Visa Mastercard ad:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MmbruGJq7HE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MmbruGJq7HE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Chocolate ad:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n2zvtXk87r0"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n2zvtXk87r0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And the best, last but DEFINITELY not least, US Kotex ad:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FRf35wCmzWw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FRf35wCmzWw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377527483608118410-5404352155136446194?l=jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/5404352155136446194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377527483608118410&amp;postID=5404352155136446194' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/5404352155136446194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/5404352155136446194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/2011/05/stupid-ads.html' title='Stupid Ads...'/><author><name>Sparrow_Wing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2jH7i9MK00/TdjlSsYvnZI/AAAAAAAAAao/uQmmvhuF-74/s220/DSC03322.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UYOgO1YM1z8/TcrIfsJ-7iI/AAAAAAAAAaY/LIHn-gIgMN8/s72-c/kotex_newdesign3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-3369781884589930769</id><published>2011-05-10T00:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T07:08:27.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finished watching Katangatari.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DaPLQdMy9Vs/TclIQyDvl-I/AAAAAAAAAaM/P9zDiCbaXHA/s1600/hitei.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-67Qj_uNsd1g/TckxsV9k0oI/AAAAAAAAAZs/QNYd4YROjn0/s1600/katanagatari_ep09_27.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2tWU3iABLKA/TckKsfOOcvI/AAAAAAAAAYE/EMoskUlIlIM/s1600/katanagatari5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2tWU3iABLKA/TckKsfOOcvI/AAAAAAAAAYE/EMoskUlIlIM/s320/katanagatari5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605022970650981106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Katanagatari and its beautiful art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is just the novel cover though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZ4CVM3QNKo/TckKaX7uCdI/AAAAAAAAAX0/x6KK4k275l8/s1600/katanagatari_ep09_24.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katanagatari is great because:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_N0yeyqs2Uc/TckLjeBmZrI/AAAAAAAAAYc/TQSOmRCL630/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" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shichika and Togame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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 @.@ &amp;amp; o.O and cool as in -___- and super duper strong like @+@. Wish I saw more of him though...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c1HqeR3-G2w/TckL8Uj0L4I/AAAAAAAAAYk/pl1THilWd20/s1600/v04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c1HqeR3-G2w/TckL8Uj0L4I/AAAAAAAAAYk/pl1THilWd20/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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shichika in battle with Sabi the smexy white haired boy. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t2GBfYA4tYk/TckMO9AnjgI/AAAAAAAAAYs/xv_emhBVrA0/s1600/kata-67.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t2GBfYA4tYk/TckMO9AnjgI/AAAAAAAAAYs/xv_emhBVrA0/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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Uneri Ginkaku, the mysterious and dark ronin from Inaba. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Doesn't he just look so wicked cool?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c1HqeR3-G2w/TckL8Uj0L4I/AAAAAAAAAYk/pl1THilWd20/s1600/v04.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8H8VPISmQWs/TckMql3r_BI/AAAAAAAAAY0/xWJhIQiVmyI/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" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hideous ugly design. I like her with shorter hair though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Clothes remain vomit-inducing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_N0yeyqs2Uc/TckLjeBmZrI/AAAAAAAAAYc/TQSOmRCL630/s1600/Katanagatari.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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 &amp;amp; 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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2-Y3wf4a5Bo/TckM8wTygLI/AAAAAAAAAY8/a9hepJA9oLo/s1600/sabi_hakuhei_vs_shichika_by_gtako-d2zld4h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2-Y3wf4a5Bo/TckM8wTygLI/AAAAAAAAAY8/a9hepJA9oLo/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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll say this, the only reason which pisses me off about Katanagatari is the fight that was never seen; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sabi Hakuhei vs Yasuri Shichika!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Glimpses of it was awesome though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8H8VPISmQWs/TckMql3r_BI/AAAAAAAAAY0/xWJhIQiVmyI/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t2GBfYA4tYk/TckMO9AnjgI/AAAAAAAAAYs/xv_emhBVrA0/s1600/kata-67.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cjwo_M37Sgc/TckNL7iXxJI/AAAAAAAAAZE/6jSe9ZCKvdw/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" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:85%;" &gt;Yasuri Shichika in one of the Kyoutoryuu stances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-frC_yBQRmgw/TckVD_fQGkI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TjMqAlWJaIk/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" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:85%;" &gt;Yasuri Shichika in extremely serious mode. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:85%;" &gt;I think this was how he looked like  after Togame died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Kde3Vl32ig/TckygJ1bpeI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/1egSpbgkIAg/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" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;11 year old Itezora Konayuki with the Herculean strength and she was the &lt;i&gt;weakest &lt;/i&gt;in her clan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZ4CVM3QNKo/TckKaX7uCdI/AAAAAAAAAX0/x6KK4k275l8/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" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:85%;" &gt;Why do you hate me so, Lily-chan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:85%;" &gt;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 &lt;i&gt;VERY &lt;/i&gt;annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W4Q5zsLcn1I/TckU0n41hNI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Wc0ROoX252A/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" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Maniwa Corps. A group of ninja wearing bright colors with animal themes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And get this, they belong in special squads too like the beast squad, fish squad and insect squad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Characters were quite memorable *some* but the designs were pretty whacked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who's ever heard of brightly dressed up ninjas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tsj2HhreKvw/TckxSkri_xI/AAAAAAAAAZc/pAd-M9BuwMU/s1600/katanagatari_ep09_29.jpg" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tsj2HhreKvw/TckxSkri_xI/AAAAAAAAAZc/pAd-M9BuwMU/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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chouchou and his smexy GF/ whatever. I forgot her name but I rather liked her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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, &lt;i&gt;she &lt;/i&gt;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!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dr5pLTEnHZw/TckxfpiQrlI/AAAAAAAAAZk/cRD8ge4qKeA/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" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:85%;" &gt;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?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:85%;" &gt;All of these underlying themes...T__T Meh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Princess Hitei: Insignificant bitch. I really don't care for her much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DaPLQdMy9Vs/TclIQyDvl-I/AAAAAAAAAaM/P9zDiCbaXHA/s1600/hitei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DaPLQdMy9Vs/TclIQyDvl-I/AAAAAAAAAaM/P9zDiCbaXHA/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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Princess Hitei who seemed to have a HUGE love for pink roses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She accompanied Shichika in his travels after the series reached its end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe they'll end up together...IDK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-67Qj_uNsd1g/TckxsV9k0oI/AAAAAAAAAZs/QNYd4YROjn0/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" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:85%;" &gt;Enmonzaemon. When first saw him fight Shichika in the AMV I watched, I thought he was a girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:85%;" &gt;That slim figure did got me to wonder what gender he really was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:85%;" &gt;And I went on a rampage to find this anime then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, the character development mostly focuses on the two main characters so I guess that leaves nil room for the others to develop...sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vpF0o_mbC80/TckzEMYGcZI/AAAAAAAAAaE/MdyP_QwjCzc/s1600/53jl0l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vpF0o_mbC80/TckzEMYGcZI/AAAAAAAAAaE/MdyP_QwjCzc/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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A future look of how things would be? I don't know but I think the pic is very well drawn! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, that's it then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377527483608118410-3369781884589930769?l=jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/3369781884589930769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377527483608118410&amp;postID=3369781884589930769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/3369781884589930769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/3369781884589930769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/2011/05/finished-watching-katangatari.html' title='Finished watching Katangatari.'/><author><name>Sparrow_Wing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2jH7i9MK00/TdjlSsYvnZI/AAAAAAAAAao/uQmmvhuF-74/s220/DSC03322.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2tWU3iABLKA/TckKsfOOcvI/AAAAAAAAAYE/EMoskUlIlIM/s72-c/katanagatari5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-3582962921114184160</id><published>2011-05-07T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T06:47:22.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE TOGAME!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2KhHClwRG78/TcVMQYE5sYI/AAAAAAAAAXs/d6RQqDkNs-U/s1600/mazui_katanagatari__03_27b74234-mkv_snapshot_04-28_2010-03-13_05-49-49_thumb.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1hXd71_Nvdg/TcVMMHCRTsI/AAAAAAAAAXk/G-STRazc6rg/s1600/Mazui_Katanagatari_-_01_BD790C69-7.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1hXd71_Nvdg/TcVMMHCRTsI/AAAAAAAAAXk/G-STRazc6rg/s320/Mazui_Katanagatari_-_01_BD790C69-7.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603969082263162562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Togame: the annoying, 'cheerio' yelling white haired bitch with a weird psychotic personality. ugh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QToHMjWbUbk/TcVL51WMXPI/AAAAAAAAAXM/zNQdv4IN1KY/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; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;cute couple?? i DON'T think so. i hate them together!!! ugh!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MuIuvCbPrlE/TcVL-tYjcEI/AAAAAAAAAXU/GU5ft3NF3qA/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; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2KhHClwRG78/TcVMQYE5sYI/AAAAAAAAAXs/d6RQqDkNs-U/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; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;see!!!?? punching him while yelling 'cheerio!' what kind of retard does that????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ny_dtJSHkEE/TcVMHY0T-2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/pWdBXE0yAkw/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; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;yay! on with the moronic 'cheerio!' yell...retard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377527483608118410-3582962921114184160?l=jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/3582962921114184160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377527483608118410&amp;postID=3582962921114184160' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/3582962921114184160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/3582962921114184160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-hate-togame.html' title='I HATE TOGAME!!!'/><author><name>Sparrow_Wing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2jH7i9MK00/TdjlSsYvnZI/AAAAAAAAAao/uQmmvhuF-74/s220/DSC03322.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1hXd71_Nvdg/TcVMMHCRTsI/AAAAAAAAAXk/G-STRazc6rg/s72-c/Mazui_Katanagatari_-_01_BD790C69-7.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-7616619112300922140</id><published>2011-04-06T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T12:16:33.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Garden of Exile by Toby Martin [LYRICS]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the garden of exile,&lt;br /&gt;You can never leave,&lt;br /&gt;Apparently there's a back gate,&lt;br /&gt;But I just don't believe it,&lt;br /&gt;It's designed in such a way,&lt;br /&gt;That each path eventually,&lt;br /&gt;Leads you back to where you started,&lt;br /&gt;In never ending aisles,&lt;br /&gt;Walking&lt;br /&gt;In the garden of exile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the garden of exile,&lt;br /&gt;The exile sleep all day,&lt;br /&gt;A flock of birds crosses the sky,&lt;br /&gt;And the gulls the other way,&lt;br /&gt;I rest my hand,&lt;br /&gt;In the cool of the shade,&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing but a humming,&lt;br /&gt;As it crosses the tile,&lt;br /&gt;In the garden of exile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only half here,&lt;br /&gt;I'm only half here,&lt;br /&gt;I'm only half here,&lt;br /&gt;I'm only half here,&lt;br /&gt;I'm only half here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the garden of exile,&lt;br /&gt;Our fathers built,&lt;br /&gt;Statues of all the nation's heroes,&lt;br /&gt;In the tops of the hills,&lt;br /&gt;Everything's done before us,&lt;br /&gt;Everything is will,&lt;br /&gt;The future is the past,&lt;br /&gt;There'll be no thinking for a while,&lt;br /&gt;No thinking in the garden of exile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377527483608118410-7616619112300922140?l=jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/7616619112300922140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377527483608118410&amp;postID=7616619112300922140' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/7616619112300922140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/7616619112300922140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/2011/04/garden-of-exile-by-toby-martin-lyrics.html' title='The Garden of Exile by Toby Martin [LYRICS]'/><author><name>Sparrow_Wing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2jH7i9MK00/TdjlSsYvnZI/AAAAAAAAAao/uQmmvhuF-74/s220/DSC03322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-4968391487504960251</id><published>2011-02-18T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T04:52:26.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reborn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reborn again. That's how I feel like at the age of 21 right now. I feel as if I am reborn again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8IYQBZmmWXo/TV5mE5fGe-I/AAAAAAAAAWk/EcUvq9Scr6g/s1600/Reborn_179_cover_wall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8IYQBZmmWXo/TV5mE5fGe-I/AAAAAAAAAWk/EcUvq9Scr6g/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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;Not this Reborn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Go6ibfRWJs/TV5m2aaoHkI/AAAAAAAAAWs/1jvIPhtZPHk/s1600/high-school-high-school-sucks-demotivational-poster-1283058649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Go6ibfRWJs/TV5m2aaoHkI/AAAAAAAAAWs/1jvIPhtZPHk/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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;High school sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ROCOPdNN8ls/TV5phTg0TcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ViDNfRloU6o/s1600/INNER_BEAUTY-INNER_CONFLICT_Wallpaper__yvt2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ROCOPdNN8ls/TV5phTg0TcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ViDNfRloU6o/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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;Inner Beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-baM-L5F8M54/TV5rOJdP0zI/AAAAAAAAAW8/IirgGocd0o0/s1600/happiness20hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-baM-L5F8M54/TV5rOJdP0zI/AAAAAAAAAW8/IirgGocd0o0/s320/happiness20hands.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575011279532184370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The Pursuit of Happyness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377527483608118410-4968391487504960251?l=jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/4968391487504960251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377527483608118410&amp;postID=4968391487504960251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/4968391487504960251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/4968391487504960251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/2011/02/reborn.html' title='Reborn'/><author><name>Sparrow_Wing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2jH7i9MK00/TdjlSsYvnZI/AAAAAAAAAao/uQmmvhuF-74/s220/DSC03322.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8IYQBZmmWXo/TV5mE5fGe-I/AAAAAAAAAWk/EcUvq9Scr6g/s72-c/Reborn_179_cover_wall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-2103182006495410258</id><published>2010-12-18T01:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T02:01:43.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>being made used of...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;my sisters and family say that i'm sometimes too nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i get that too. i feel like i'm too nice and too much of a coward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i hate to have my head stepped on by other people because of this but alas, it has happened one too many times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i hate confrontations so i will go to lengths just to avoid fights and all that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;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."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;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???"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;sigh. so yes, i'm not sometimes particularly proud of the fact that i'm too nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;sometimes, i wished i could be a total b*tch. it makes life a whole lot easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;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..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;and thus, i'm forever doomed to remain too nice and too cowardly as well as too-easy-to-be-made-used-off. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377527483608118410-2103182006495410258?l=jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/2103182006495410258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377527483608118410&amp;postID=2103182006495410258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/2103182006495410258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/2103182006495410258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/2010/12/being-made-used-of.html' title='being made used of...'/><author><name>Sparrow_Wing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2jH7i9MK00/TdjlSsYvnZI/AAAAAAAAAao/uQmmvhuF-74/s220/DSC03322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-1395890870529849477</id><published>2010-09-11T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T00:18:13.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EID!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/TIx8o1a7vjI/AAAAAAAAAVE/vqHeaqSQ4Gs/s1600/59043_438590312765_561192765_5026111_5090646_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/TIx8o1a7vjI/AAAAAAAAAVE/vqHeaqSQ4Gs/s320/59043_438590312765_561192765_5026111_5090646_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515920684598672946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Our Family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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". &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/TIx8yEvqYFI/AAAAAAAAAVM/5I_EbBah1Fs/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; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Our family with Mak Su, Athirah, Hannah and Ziyad and Tok Mummy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/TIx9vs8b9NI/AAAAAAAAAVU/mQoWngrddr0/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; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The KILLER heels...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377527483608118410-1395890870529849477?l=jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/1395890870529849477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377527483608118410&amp;postID=1395890870529849477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/1395890870529849477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/1395890870529849477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/2010/09/eid.html' title='EID!!!'/><author><name>Sparrow_Wing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2jH7i9MK00/TdjlSsYvnZI/AAAAAAAAAao/uQmmvhuF-74/s220/DSC03322.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/TIx8o1a7vjI/AAAAAAAAAVE/vqHeaqSQ4Gs/s72-c/59043_438590312765_561192765_5026111_5090646_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-3480228056233596154</id><published>2010-04-29T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T03:09:29.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh! Mean Girls Go Away!</title><content type='html'>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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm getting fatter!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My boobs are too big!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have man shoulders..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you suck. Stop saying bad things about people! I despise people like you most! You're evil! You're a mean girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know why people hate you so much? Because you are one of the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/S9lVnu9EoBI/AAAAAAAAAUA/Xlh5ww2KHh8/s1600/meangirls11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/S9lVnu9EoBI/AAAAAAAAAUA/Xlh5ww2KHh8/s320/meangirls11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465493763898253330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377527483608118410-3480228056233596154?l=jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/3480228056233596154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377527483608118410&amp;postID=3480228056233596154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/3480228056233596154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/3480228056233596154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/2010/04/ugh-mean-girls-go-away.html' title='Ugh! Mean Girls Go Away!'/><author><name>Sparrow_Wing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2jH7i9MK00/TdjlSsYvnZI/AAAAAAAAAao/uQmmvhuF-74/s220/DSC03322.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/S9lVnu9EoBI/AAAAAAAAAUA/Xlh5ww2KHh8/s72-c/meangirls11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-2019212983459630849</id><published>2010-02-06T08:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T10:23:07.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>20th Birthday!!</title><content type='html'>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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"Eh, I nk g toilet jap. Yuni teman I."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched them go as the food arrived and I thought nothing of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was when I was almost tucking into my mac and cheese was when Yuni and Nan came into Secret Recipe with this super &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;HUGE &lt;/span&gt;plastic bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what was in it? A super &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;HUGE &lt;/span&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/S22uyxmFxmI/AAAAAAAAATQ/yh_lzClVNIg/s1600-h/21855_1344703621833_1358541674_973576_6983269_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/S22uyxmFxmI/AAAAAAAAATQ/yh_lzClVNIg/s320/21855_1344703621833_1358541674_973576_6983269_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435192512635848290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;my birthday gift the HUGE card!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/S22vY2zfYQI/AAAAAAAAATY/qQETlsVSTQk/s1600-h/21855_1344703741836_1358541674_973579_4135646_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/S22vY2zfYQI/AAAAAAAAATY/qQETlsVSTQk/s320/21855_1344703741836_1358541674_973579_4135646_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435193166869258498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Reading what you guys wrote! Lol. So cute and sweet! May Allah bless you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/S22w8jgb4-I/AAAAAAAAATo/CjCoQk5DXDQ/s1600-h/21855_1344709261974_1358541674_973588_748015_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/S22w8jgb4-I/AAAAAAAAATo/CjCoQk5DXDQ/s320/21855_1344709261974_1358541674_973588_748015_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435194879675982818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Loving my b'day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/S22xoelCKQI/AAAAAAAAATw/n_uCUsuNGWc/s1600-h/21855_1344703701835_1358541674_973578_7672941_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/S22xoelCKQI/AAAAAAAAATw/n_uCUsuNGWc/s320/21855_1344703701835_1358541674_973578_7672941_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435195634267334914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;With other birthday girl Nabilah, Eka's childhood friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Had a lovely birthday together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/S22yKWfyh7I/AAAAAAAAAT4/85IpMcHCO7A/s1600-h/21855_1344703661834_1358541674_973577_83915_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/S22yKWfyh7I/AAAAAAAAAT4/85IpMcHCO7A/s320/21855_1344703661834_1358541674_973577_83915_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435196216213407666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Birthday doughnuts! The lettering done by Yuni! She used Choki2 to do it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;What an amazing job!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;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...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377527483608118410-2019212983459630849?l=jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/2019212983459630849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377527483608118410&amp;postID=2019212983459630849' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/2019212983459630849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/2019212983459630849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/2010/02/20th-birthday.html' title='20th Birthday!!'/><author><name>Sparrow_Wing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2jH7i9MK00/TdjlSsYvnZI/AAAAAAAAAao/uQmmvhuF-74/s220/DSC03322.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/S22uyxmFxmI/AAAAAAAAATQ/yh_lzClVNIg/s72-c/21855_1344703621833_1358541674_973576_6983269_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-8796831918045064849</id><published>2010-02-01T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T23:16:01.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurt?</title><content type='html'>Just because you're hurting,&lt;br /&gt;Just because you're feeling,&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't give you the right,&lt;br /&gt;To be demeaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because you feel pain,&lt;br /&gt;just because you're not feeling sane,&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't give to the right,&lt;br /&gt;To take it like as if it were a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because you feel blue,&lt;br /&gt;Just because you feel down,&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't give you the right,&lt;br /&gt;To spread it all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I'm happy,&lt;br /&gt;And you're not,&lt;br /&gt;Just because I feel good,&lt;br /&gt;And you don't,&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't give you the right,&lt;br /&gt;To frown and moan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say it's cuz' you're hurting,&lt;br /&gt;You say you can't help this feeling,&lt;br /&gt;You say these things again and again,&lt;br /&gt;It still doesn't make it right,&lt;br /&gt;When will you repent and see the light?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate people like you,&lt;br /&gt;Who think you're the only ones who hurt,&lt;br /&gt;When we do too,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody hurts,&lt;br /&gt;And everybody cries,&lt;br /&gt;So don't start screaming,&lt;br /&gt;And shouting out your lies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop thinking of only you,&lt;br /&gt;The world doesn't only revolve around you,&lt;br /&gt;You can't keep this attitude,&lt;br /&gt;You're being so selfish,&lt;br /&gt;You're thinking only of yourself,&lt;br /&gt;Wake up, woman,&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's backing you up,&lt;br /&gt;There ain't no one left...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377527483608118410-8796831918045064849?l=jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/8796831918045064849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377527483608118410&amp;postID=8796831918045064849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Frenemies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;There was this girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;She had this game,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;She toyed with my feelings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;And tossed them into the flames.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;She pretended to be a friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Smiled with me laughed and joked,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Her easy humor and boyish nature,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Well she was no Lady I'd coach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This girl said to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You are my closest friend but to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a certain degree,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had no choice but to agree,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For I too had a friend who was closest to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Despite our times together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She knew naught of how to make it last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She used my knowledge and my friendship,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To barter trade it for her benefit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;It was awful to see a friend turned enemy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;What's worse is that it stings like the sea anemone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Our frindship once was so carefree and lovely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Now I suppose I'll have to call her a "Frenemy".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A poem by Jalilah/Lily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377527483608118410-6399163797794630095?l=jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/6399163797794630095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377527483608118410&amp;postID=6399163797794630095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/6399163797794630095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/6399163797794630095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/2010/01/frenemies.html' title='Frenemies?'/><author><name>Sparrow_Wing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2jH7i9MK00/TdjlSsYvnZI/AAAAAAAAAao/uQmmvhuF-74/s220/DSC03322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-2764456060702989063</id><published>2009-08-31T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T07:08:55.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Tooth Aches and Fainting Spells</title><content type='html'>I 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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your gums need water when it's the fasting month! They hurt more cuz' your dehydrated."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SpvWBW6Q8DI/AAAAAAAAASY/PlC62TuJxMY/s1600-h/toothache.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SpvWBW6Q8DI/AAAAAAAAASY/PlC62TuJxMY/s320/toothache.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376125899014991922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then on Sunday...Tragedy...Striked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I woke up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Sahur with my family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars, stars, stars...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it was total blackout...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I felt was pain all over me and all I heard was my Mom screaming my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Abang dok ingat orang masuk rumah ka, binatang ka! Ada api ka! Scary gila!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mama kept saying what a big huge nightmare gone real life the whole thing was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SpvXHH8vFcI/AAAAAAAAASg/kftAO7OLP3E/s1600-h/Swooning_Flapper_by_angelsfalldown1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SpvXHH8vFcI/AAAAAAAAASg/kftAO7OLP3E/s320/Swooning_Flapper_by_angelsfalldown1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376127097589667266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The stupid image of fainting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SpvY3titjQI/AAAAAAAAASo/RK3SFta3ncY/s1600-h/faint.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SpvY3titjQI/AAAAAAAAASo/RK3SFta3ncY/s320/faint.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376129031826410754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;The real thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doa for me, my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377527483608118410-2764456060702989063?l=jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/2764456060702989063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377527483608118410&amp;postID=2764456060702989063' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/2764456060702989063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/2764456060702989063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/2009/08/of-tooth-aches-and-fainting-spells.html' title='Of Tooth Aches and Fainting Spells'/><author><name>Sparrow_Wing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2jH7i9MK00/TdjlSsYvnZI/AAAAAAAAAao/uQmmvhuF-74/s220/DSC03322.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SpvWBW6Q8DI/AAAAAAAAASY/PlC62TuJxMY/s72-c/toothache.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-6381869719641715010</id><published>2009-06-29T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T08:16:48.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson, Puncak Perdana and pure TORTURE!!!!</title><content type='html'>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!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SkjS3UEZb3I/AAAAAAAAARA/YAD06PRnI7s/s1600-h/nervous-woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SkjS3UEZb3I/AAAAAAAAARA/YAD06PRnI7s/s320/nervous-woman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352760004851625842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nervousness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SkjTeJAjI3I/AAAAAAAAARI/rvMYNeByexo/s1600-h/scared-to-death.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SkjTeJAjI3I/AAAAAAAAARI/rvMYNeByexo/s320/scared-to-death.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352760671897592690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Scared To Death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I go over to the other room in that apartment and shyly asks the girl if she was new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you new here? I mean, is this your first time getting into university?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah," answers the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I've been in UiTM before but I did ASASI TESL and I've been through all of that MMS thing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't get anything but the next girl I met told me a right horror! Her name was Biha.&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SkjUHPsWIZI/AAAAAAAAARQ/bXzypFypijs/s1600-h/brainwash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SkjUHPsWIZI/AAAAAAAAARQ/bXzypFypijs/s320/brainwash.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352761378066538898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Brainwash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to Wacko Jacko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SkjPKXDnKKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Rxmi1_UwUqY/s1600-h/michael-jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SkjPKXDnKKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Rxmi1_UwUqY/s320/michael-jackson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352755934024640674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1958-2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I was so sad the morning I was leaving for Puncak cuz' that was the morning I found out that Michael Jackson died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite songs and clips of all times:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SkjOWnDdF8I/AAAAAAAAAPw/WbQpHQ73PKE/s1600-h/Michael_jackson_bad_album_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SkjOWnDdF8I/AAAAAAAAAPw/WbQpHQ73PKE/s320/Michael_jackson_bad_album_cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352755044965750722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SkjPfRL1Q9I/AAAAAAAAAQA/pJdViYbE76c/s1600-h/mjdangerousspecialeditijp41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SkjPfRL1Q9I/AAAAAAAAAQA/pJdViYbE76c/s320/mjdangerousspecialeditijp41.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352756293225759698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dangerous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SkjP3ZzVcGI/AAAAAAAAAQI/2lDU4U--Ksc/s1600-h/Smooth+Criminal+%27Holland%27.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SkjP3ZzVcGI/AAAAAAAAAQI/2lDU4U--Ksc/s320/Smooth+Criminal+%27Holland%27.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352756707855790178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Smooth Criminal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SkjQQum0YMI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/U9VW5YFpNYk/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 118px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SkjQQum0YMI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/U9VW5YFpNYk/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352757142937166018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thriller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SkjQklkETVI/AAAAAAAAAQY/n_6GvFvt7aE/s1600-h/michael_jackson%2B%5Bremember_the_time%5D%2B1992%2B5-16%2Bdeluxe%2Bclear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SkjQklkETVI/AAAAAAAAAQY/n_6GvFvt7aE/s320/michael_jackson%2B%5Bremember_the_time%5D%2B1992%2B5-16%2Bdeluxe%2Bclear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352757484107091282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Remember The Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SkjQ8JoxSqI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CMUCgSX3H0U/s1600-h/Beat_It_Video.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SkjQ8JoxSqI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CMUCgSX3H0U/s320/Beat_It_Video.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352757888927484578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Beat It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SkjROe8tXCI/AAAAAAAAAQo/c9uYfRWhsc8/s1600-h/billie-jean-jackson_l2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SkjROe8tXCI/AAAAAAAAAQo/c9uYfRWhsc8/s320/billie-jean-jackson_l2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352758203885902882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Billie Jean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SkjRtSEVSZI/AAAAAAAAAQw/itumNhSq_cw/s1600-h/09f671f8bdc12ce8.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SkjRtSEVSZI/AAAAAAAAAQw/itumNhSq_cw/s320/09f671f8bdc12ce8.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352758733004163474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ghosts, a 38 long minute video clip.&lt;br /&gt;Thoroughly enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SkjSHpn1z2I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/tqVNFCW9yF8/s1600-h/Michael+Jackson+Scream+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; 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TORTURE!!!!'/><author><name>Sparrow_Wing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2jH7i9MK00/TdjlSsYvnZI/AAAAAAAAAao/uQmmvhuF-74/s220/DSC03322.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SkjS3UEZb3I/AAAAAAAAARA/YAD06PRnI7s/s72-c/nervous-woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-2071407682430172645</id><published>2009-06-16T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T01:20:13.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You've received an Award, doll!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SjdVdImJcpI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/N6WoaBAO3Hc/s1600-h/award%5B1%5D%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 182px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SjdVdImJcpI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/N6WoaBAO3Hc/s320/award%5B1%5D%5B2%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347837041537806994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Copy award di atas dan nyatakn 5 fakta tentang si pemberi award tersebut:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Thank you my wonderful friend. Arigatou gozaimasu! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;About Atiqah Anas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;2. Not a wanna-be but she's a gonna-be lawyer. Insyallah. :)&lt;br /&gt;3. A loyal, considerate, honest-to-god friend! She'll never betray you...Your the best in a friend that anybody would want!&lt;br /&gt;4. Is extremely smart. She's got the mindset and the intelligence of a pro! You do not want to debate her!&lt;br /&gt;5. Passionate!! She will go through lengths about anything she is passionate...Music, friends, family and taekwan-do(etc, etc) included!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Setiap&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; blogger &lt;/span&gt;mestilah&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;menyatakan&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; 10 &lt;/span&gt;fakta&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;atau&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;hobi&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;sendiri&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;sebelum&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;memilih&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;1. I'm a huge manga buff. I spend hours on Onemanga just to read various mangas.&lt;br /&gt;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...&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;4. Have fallen in&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with Christian Bale again after watching him in Terminator Salvation...&lt;br /&gt;5. Keep telling herself to draw something cool this holiday but still have not...&lt;br /&gt;6. Likes bishonens that people will say look like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bapoks&lt;/span&gt;...My brother and mother included. Sigh. D:&lt;br /&gt;7. Have been known to break things, drop things and destroy her body parts in the process...Am such  a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;KLUTZ&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;8. Has been dancing the robot every time a dance song comes on...And she's getting pretty good at it too...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;@.@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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....&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377527483608118410-2071407682430172645?l=jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/2071407682430172645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377527483608118410&amp;postID=2071407682430172645' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/2071407682430172645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/2071407682430172645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/2009/06/youve-received-award-doll.html' title='You&apos;ve received an Award, doll!!'/><author><name>Sparrow_Wing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2jH7i9MK00/TdjlSsYvnZI/AAAAAAAAAao/uQmmvhuF-74/s220/DSC03322.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SjdVdImJcpI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/N6WoaBAO3Hc/s72-c/award%5B1%5D%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-1208807391121719497</id><published>2009-06-04T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T08:46:19.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KITTYIIIIEEEE!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>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, '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;budak cemerkap' &lt;/span&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/Sie3YAz711I/AAAAAAAAAOA/yIO4BQ-rLcg/s1600-h/BlackWhiteKitten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/Sie3YAz711I/AAAAAAAAAOA/yIO4BQ-rLcg/s320/BlackWhiteKitten.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343441106060957522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;OMG! She looks a whole lot like Baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cats...I remembered one cute picture of a cat once posted in the Malaysian magazine Gempak. Could never forget that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are some pics of kitties getting all creative and cute with glass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/Sik5VUgPLdI/AAAAAAAAAOI/KLn-PhAtjyI/s1600-h/cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/Sik5VUgPLdI/AAAAAAAAAOI/KLn-PhAtjyI/s320/cat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343865471295761874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I clearly DO NOT like parties...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/Sik5iesQxFI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/2-7gTKuTO00/s1600-h/cat+in+glass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/Sik5iesQxFI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/2-7gTKuTO00/s320/cat+in+glass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343865697368851538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh great! This is your idea of  getting 'snug'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/Sik5xxTPReI/AAAAAAAAAOY/g9CEBGfNIxw/s1600-h/cat_in_a_glass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/Sik5xxTPReI/AAAAAAAAAOY/g9CEBGfNIxw/s320/cat_in_a_glass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343865960062207458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Plenty of space for me to tap dance!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/Sik5_lp_GII/AAAAAAAAAOg/Hbv3omCfgIk/s1600-h/cat_in_glass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/Sik5_lp_GII/AAAAAAAAAOg/Hbv3omCfgIk/s320/cat_in_glass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343866197454559362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Soooo...Your a boy, huh???"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/Sik6KT9293I/AAAAAAAAAOo/omIQhDTBt2k/s1600-h/cat-in-glass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/Sik6KT9293I/AAAAAAAAAOo/omIQhDTBt2k/s320/cat-in-glass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343866381684635506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Whatchu lookin' at, punk?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/Sik6XEEAxkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/WwNIW6uW2PY/s1600-h/drinking%2Bcat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/Sik6XEEAxkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/WwNIW6uW2PY/s320/drinking%2Bcat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343866600753776194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Hic! Squeeze me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/Sik6iQeuneI/AAAAAAAAAO4/2vdMhWTDjWo/s1600-h/catbeer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/Sik6iQeuneI/AAAAAAAAAO4/2vdMhWTDjWo/s320/catbeer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343866793065618914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Hey, Tony! Why don't you, uh, fill me up a bit, eh? 'Preciate the gesture there!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/Sik67Yz61gI/AAAAAAAAAPA/C1CUP_9Igv4/s1600-h/cat_straw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/Sik67Yz61gI/AAAAAAAAAPA/C1CUP_9Igv4/s320/cat_straw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343867224798713346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Minum cam aku lg puas hati!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/Sik7HH1XJAI/AAAAAAAAAPI/uuAeEdNRgzI/s1600-h/crazy-cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/Sik7HH1XJAI/AAAAAAAAAPI/uuAeEdNRgzI/s320/crazy-cat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343867426399790082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Tak! Minum cam aku lagiiii pueh hati hang! Haaa, ambik hak yg nih!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Me: "Ewwwww! Grossness!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377527483608118410-1208807391121719497?l=jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/1208807391121719497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377527483608118410&amp;postID=1208807391121719497' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/1208807391121719497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/1208807391121719497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/2009/06/kittyiiiieeee.html' title='KITTYIIIIEEEE!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Sparrow_Wing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2jH7i9MK00/TdjlSsYvnZI/AAAAAAAAAao/uQmmvhuF-74/s220/DSC03322.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/Sie3YAz711I/AAAAAAAAAOA/yIO4BQ-rLcg/s72-c/BlackWhiteKitten.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-7782120870260161604</id><published>2009-05-25T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T07:34:08.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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	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;} -&lt;/style&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;1. How old are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; 19.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; 2. Are you single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Apparently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; 3.At what age do you think you'll get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; 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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; 4. Do you think you'll be marrying the person you are with now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; No, because I'm not with anybody right now. Lol. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; 5. If not, who do you want to marry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; 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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; 6. Who will be your bridesmaid or your best man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; My sisters of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; 7. Do you want a garden/ beach or traditional wedding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Preferably the garden wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShqkqrTBD1I/AAAAAAAAAMY/EBkvVLd2ZR8/s1600-h/italian_gardens_wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShqkqrTBD1I/AAAAAAAAAMY/EBkvVLd2ZR8/s320/italian_gardens_wedding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339761361285091154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShqlsJ3AtPI/AAAAAAAAAMg/hzc4bHjUOtA/s1600-h/centenary_lakes1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShqlsJ3AtPI/AAAAAAAAAMg/hzc4bHjUOtA/s320/centenary_lakes1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339762486180623602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CAJID%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* 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;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* 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;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;8. Where do you plan to go for honey moon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShqmGLNfxUI/AAAAAAAAAMo/oh98vB9LSic/s1600-h/Venice+Italy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShqmGLNfxUI/AAAAAAAAAMo/oh98vB9LSic/s320/Venice+Italy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339762933219968322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShqmPQFvZvI/AAAAAAAAAMw/6JSPy2UX3jc/s1600-h/caribbean-beaches.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShqmPQFvZvI/AAAAAAAAAMw/6JSPy2UX3jc/s320/caribbean-beaches.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339763089148438258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShqmasEbi9I/AAAAAAAAAM4/YOTWqN5PIkA/s1600-h/venice13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShqmasEbi9I/AAAAAAAAAM4/YOTWqN5PIkA/s320/venice13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339763285637696466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CAJID%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* 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;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* 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;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;9. How many guests do you think you'll invite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Oh, not that many...About 200 of friends and families, I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; 10. Will that include your exes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; That depends on how they got to be exes...Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; 11. How many layers of cake do you want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; 3 tiered wedding cake. White and decorated with royal icing and roses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/Shqm0atGp1I/AAAAAAAAANA/cstD37qRJGU/s1600-h/rose-gardens-wedding-cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/Shqm0atGp1I/AAAAAAAAANA/cstD37qRJGU/s320/rose-gardens-wedding-cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339763727653054290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShqnIL0i0bI/AAAAAAAAANI/39vbhTnnG0A/s1600-h/wedding-cake-designs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShqnIL0i0bI/AAAAAAAAANI/39vbhTnnG0A/s320/wedding-cake-designs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339764067255112114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CAJID%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* 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;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* 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;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;12. When do you want to get married? Morning or evening?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning. Then we (hubby and I) will be able to run off into the sunset. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; 13. Name the song/ tune you want to play at your wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShqnipvVIRI/AAAAAAAAANQ/2RTaI7uYuG8/s1600-h/hey_angel_uk_misprinting_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShqnipvVIRI/AAAAAAAAANQ/2RTaI7uYuG8/s320/hey_angel_uk_misprinting_big.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339764521962905874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CAJID%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* 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;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Vision of Love by Mariah Carey and maybe something bubbly and fun after wards like Raindrops are falling on my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;14. Do you prefer fine dining or just normal fork/ spoon/ knife?&lt;br /&gt;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...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShqpwUflg6I/AAAAAAAAANY/k9_t_JoLuLw/s1600-h/fettucine_alfredo.51112958_std.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShqpwUflg6I/AAAAAAAAANY/k9_t_JoLuLw/s320/fettucine_alfredo.51112958_std.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339766955801150370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CAJID%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* 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;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* 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;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;15. Champagne or red wine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Sparkling wine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShqqW9appmI/AAAAAAAAANg/UI9X0z4xyn0/s1600-h/Sparkling+Wine+Ikon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShqqW9appmI/AAAAAAAAANg/UI9X0z4xyn0/s320/Sparkling+Wine+Ikon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339767619621332578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CAJID%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="country-region"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* 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;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* 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;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;16. Honeymoon right after the wedding or days after the wedding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShqqW9appmI/AAAAAAAAANg/UI9X0z4xyn0/s1600-h/Sparkling+Wine+Ikon.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;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 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Italy&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; or something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShqqW9appmI/AAAAAAAAANg/UI9X0z4xyn0/s1600-h/Sparkling+Wine+Ikon.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShqqW9appmI/AAAAAAAAANg/UI9X0z4xyn0/s1600-h/Sparkling+Wine+Ikon.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShqqW9appmI/AAAAAAAAANg/UI9X0z4xyn0/s1600-h/Sparkling+Wine+Ikon.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;17. Money or household items?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/Shqq9uBusdI/AAAAAAAAANo/wor6ZyPWmgc/s1600-h/money-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/Shqq9uBusdI/AAAAAAAAANo/wor6ZyPWmgc/s320/money-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339768285505171922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CAJID%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* 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;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* 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;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;18. How many kids would you like to have?&lt;br /&gt;3-5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...yes I'm gonna tiru Napster on this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShqrgQ8K3fI/AAAAAAAAANw/ZlIN8NgDRcQ/s1600-h/661604173_d5574779e2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShqrgQ8K3fI/AAAAAAAAANw/ZlIN8NgDRcQ/s320/661604173_d5574779e2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339768878992645618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CAJID%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* 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;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* 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;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;19. Will you record your honeymoon on DVD or CD?&lt;br /&gt;Definitely. I'll throw in the wedding ceremony as well. I want to keep it for the memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I want to know their wedding plan:&lt;br /&gt;Atiqah A&lt;br /&gt;Ima and Yaya&lt;br /&gt;Ainatul&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShqqW9appmI/AAAAAAAAANg/UI9X0z4xyn0/s1600-h/Sparkling+Wine+Ikon.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShqqW9appmI/AAAAAAAAANg/UI9X0z4xyn0/s1600-h/Sparkling+Wine+Ikon.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;   &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;  &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377527483608118410-7782120870260161604?l=jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/7782120870260161604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377527483608118410&amp;postID=7782120870260161604' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/7782120870260161604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/7782120870260161604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/2009/05/normal-0-false-false-false.html' title=''/><author><name>Sparrow_Wing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2jH7i9MK00/TdjlSsYvnZI/AAAAAAAAAao/uQmmvhuF-74/s220/DSC03322.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShqkqrTBD1I/AAAAAAAAAMY/EBkvVLd2ZR8/s72-c/italian_gardens_wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-590434491138415954</id><published>2009-05-22T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T03:44:12.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got my RESULTS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Found out this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Was scared &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;sh*tless&lt;/span&gt;!! I'd been trying to check for my results ever since last night.&lt;br /&gt;Even during subuh morning prayer I checked the student portal again just to see if it had come out yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minute the whole thing came up my eyes scrolled over the marks...A, A-, A-, A, B, B+, B-....&lt;br /&gt;Phew! So far so good...&lt;br /&gt;Now the CGPA and overall result....&lt;br /&gt;Drum roll please....!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;tatatata TUM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.56 for this sem and 3.5 for both sems! Whoopx2! Lady Lily is extremely pleased with herself!&lt;br /&gt;Sure it's not a 4 flat but &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;whatever!~&lt;/span&gt; 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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the rest of my buds, good luck! Wish to see you all again some time. Stay safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377527483608118410-590434491138415954?l=jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/590434491138415954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377527483608118410&amp;postID=590434491138415954' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/590434491138415954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/590434491138415954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/2009/05/got-my-results.html' title='Got my RESULTS!!!'/><author><name>Sparrow_Wing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2jH7i9MK00/TdjlSsYvnZI/AAAAAAAAAao/uQmmvhuF-74/s220/DSC03322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-8136385829606112911</id><published>2009-05-21T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T07:16:46.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outing with Buds!</title><content type='html'>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?&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;GAY&lt;/span&gt; as hell!! America didn't want Adam to win cuz' he's gay obviously...At least, America has &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; hope left in them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hafiz overslept and so we had to wait for him. Surprise surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nishi actually went and mixed &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt; 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! &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Art!!&lt;/span&gt; I ask of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You call it gross, I see it as a creativity!" he declared and proceeded to gulp down huge amounts of "it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShVesnguacI/AAAAAAAAALY/3c8_K-VpqNQ/s1600-h/Mothers+Day+,10.5.2009+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShVesnguacI/AAAAAAAAALY/3c8_K-VpqNQ/s320/Mothers+Day+,10.5.2009+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338277053931088322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nishi calls it creativity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;I call it "CRAZY"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShVfcobj3BI/AAAAAAAAALg/fe_J32zoJ_E/s1600-h/Mothers+Day+,10.5.2009+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShVfcobj3BI/AAAAAAAAALg/fe_J32zoJ_E/s320/Mothers+Day+,10.5.2009+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338277878811581458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Nishi the Sushi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;WOW&lt;/span&gt;!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShVgf1qzGII/AAAAAAAAALo/5p8fGR4fUZI/s1600-h/Mothers+Day+,10.5.2009+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShVgf1qzGII/AAAAAAAAALo/5p8fGR4fUZI/s320/Mothers+Day+,10.5.2009+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338279033416390786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;Tiqah at Dave's Deli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; material!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShVhKy8QMCI/AAAAAAAAALw/aCBJaT-BmBE/s1600-h/night-at-museum-2-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShVhKy8QMCI/AAAAAAAAALw/aCBJaT-BmBE/s320/night-at-museum-2-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338279771418669090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Night At The Museum 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShVhd3E_LtI/AAAAAAAAAL4/SkiS7MBefi4/s1600-h/museum2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 157px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShVhd3E_LtI/AAAAAAAAAL4/SkiS7MBefi4/s320/museum2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338280098946559698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;Octavius and Jedediah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry (Stiller) rushes off to save his friends and teams up with Amelia Earhart whom he has a romantic interest in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShVhstPsTeI/AAAAAAAAAMA/NmjV-pozHvE/s1600-h/nightatthemuseum2-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShVhstPsTeI/AAAAAAAAAMA/NmjV-pozHvE/s320/nightatthemuseum2-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338280354005143010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Amelia Earhart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShViFFypEmI/AAAAAAAAAMI/BluaqLEv2Vs/s1600-h/250px-The_Thinker_close.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShViFFypEmI/AAAAAAAAAMI/BluaqLEv2Vs/s320/250px-The_Thinker_close.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338280772911043170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;The Thinker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for another outing...Well, later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377527483608118410-8136385829606112911?l=jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/8136385829606112911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377527483608118410&amp;postID=8136385829606112911' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/8136385829606112911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/8136385829606112911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/2009/05/outing-with-buds.html' title='Outing with Buds!'/><author><name>Sparrow_Wing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2jH7i9MK00/TdjlSsYvnZI/AAAAAAAAAao/uQmmvhuF-74/s220/DSC03322.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShVesnguacI/AAAAAAAAALY/3c8_K-VpqNQ/s72-c/Mothers+Day+,10.5.2009+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-6326223127783028515</id><published>2009-05-20T03:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T02:25:04.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Akame!</title><content type='html'>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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShPrsTnvlbI/AAAAAAAAAKI/LSMkOkByTZA/s1600-h/140528792_bd486807d2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShPrsTnvlbI/AAAAAAAAAKI/LSMkOkByTZA/s320/140528792_bd486807d2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337869129777911218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShPnEjr_r6I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/IwAdXRt21Js/s1600-h/368969462_598b1dd10f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShPnEjr_r6I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/IwAdXRt21Js/s320/368969462_598b1dd10f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337864048849432482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShPq5Awj1VI/AAAAAAAAAKA/7KTfJlaLCaU/s1600-h/2378777099_ebf82a643b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShPq5Awj1VI/AAAAAAAAAKA/7KTfJlaLCaU/s320/2378777099_ebf82a643b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337868248541287762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShPnxPgWPXI/AAAAAAAAAJY/KJsrcUyVJVs/s1600-h/2378777099_ebf82a643b.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShPjhIsnrCI/AAAAAAAAAI4/8AOqKrroPyk/s1600-h/1702407442_46dce7507b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShPjhIsnrCI/AAAAAAAAAI4/8AOqKrroPyk/s320/1702407442_46dce7507b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337860141773990946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Akame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShPsVZo6Q6I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/SQ8Z3K2cLD8/s1600-h/ninarchives_sanosukesagara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShPsVZo6Q6I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/SQ8Z3K2cLD8/s320/ninarchives_sanosukesagara.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337869835768054690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Sagara Sanosuke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShPl1HE7VTI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ydQ6_VtsvN0/s1600-h/port_sanzo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShPl1HE7VTI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ydQ6_VtsvN0/s320/port_sanzo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337862683959711026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;Genjo Sanzo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShPmWQzbYjI/AAAAAAAAAJI/6Oz1aoawIcs/s1600-h/homura02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShPmWQzbYjI/AAAAAAAAAJI/6Oz1aoawIcs/s320/homura02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337863253506351666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;Homura Taishi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think the next dude was probably Johnny Depp from Pirates....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShPpJsTBaEI/AAAAAAAAAJo/XcBnZVq3HSU/s1600-h/gallery_OYUNLAR_jack-sparrow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShPpJsTBaEI/AAAAAAAAAJo/XcBnZVq3HSU/s320/gallery_OYUNLAR_jack-sparrow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337866336083208258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jack Sparrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShPqrP_qwEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/cZd0rRWPWyA/s1600-h/Johnny_Depp_jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShPqrP_qwEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/cZd0rRWPWyA/s320/Johnny_Depp_jpg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337868012113018946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;JD from Chocolat. *DROOLS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just list 'em down so it'll be easier...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Garett Hedlund-Four Brothers (Thought he was a major hottie)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stelios-300 (Had a bit of a thing for him throught the whole 2006)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christian Bale-Shaft and Dark Knight (My Gawd, this man is sexy! He had such a nice physique too)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hidan-Naruto (Ooooh, he was sexy! Foul-mouthed and silver haired! Who wouldn't love 'im?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sasuke-Naruto (Didn't like him at fisrt. Grew on me  later!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Itachi-Naruto (Sasuke's smexy brother! Uchihacest!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShPp7Ajh3OI/AAAAAAAAAJw/0TUBTbk6iqE/s1600-h/Wallpaper_Christian_Bale_Hip_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShPp7Ajh3OI/AAAAAAAAAJw/0TUBTbk6iqE/s320/Wallpaper_Christian_Bale_Hip_1024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337867183334743266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;Christian Bale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377527483608118410-6326223127783028515?l=jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/6326223127783028515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377527483608118410&amp;postID=6326223127783028515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/6326223127783028515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/6326223127783028515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/2009/05/akame.html' title='Akame!'/><author><name>Sparrow_Wing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2jH7i9MK00/TdjlSsYvnZI/AAAAAAAAAao/uQmmvhuF-74/s220/DSC03322.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShPrsTnvlbI/AAAAAAAAAKI/LSMkOkByTZA/s72-c/140528792_bd486807d2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-2705230035256638048</id><published>2009-05-20T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T04:43:17.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been TAGGED</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShPeq3YwLRI/AAAAAAAAAIY/GJcLQHJc6QE/s1600-h/awarslily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShPeq3YwLRI/AAAAAAAAAIY/GJcLQHJc6QE/s320/awarslily.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337854811367812370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" align="center"&gt;1. copy paste award on your blog once u get it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;2. make an entry as if it is a Grammy award&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" align="center"&gt;3. tag 5 other bloggers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" align="center"&gt;4. NEVER break the chain, pls.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you! Thank you! You were brilliant! No wait, I was! Okay, I'll admit I was superb!&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; (Get on very nicely) &lt;/span&gt;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, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; good telling me I needed to go to a fish spa and what not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;"arahan-arahan bodoh". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Chris Brown for beating the crap outta Rihanna. She didn't deserve it, man but it must've felt goooood to&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; gigit&lt;/span&gt; Rihanna, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly to you! Yes, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! The one reading this blog! I know what you're doing! I can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;see&lt;/span&gt; it! Stop that! Use a tissue for God's sake! Boogers on the computer screen is not a turn on, ok!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377527483608118410-2705230035256638048?l=jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/2705230035256638048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377527483608118410&amp;postID=2705230035256638048' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/2705230035256638048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/2705230035256638048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/2009/05/thank-you-thank-you-you-were-brilliant.html' title='I&apos;ve been TAGGED'/><author><name>Sparrow_Wing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2jH7i9MK00/TdjlSsYvnZI/AAAAAAAAAao/uQmmvhuF-74/s220/DSC03322.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/ShPeq3YwLRI/AAAAAAAAAIY/GJcLQHJc6QE/s72-c/awarslily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-7615405092875490064</id><published>2009-05-06T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:08:29.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25th Anniversary...</title><content type='html'>Today we celebrated Mama and Papa's 25th wedding anniversary! We went out to have dinner at Secret Recipe. It was really nice. It was the first time for Ima and Yaya to eat at Secret Recipe. I mean, they've had the cakes and stuff from SR but they've never had a real meal there. Ima ordered the Chicken Cordon Bleu and Yaya had the prawn maccaroni and cheese. I had this kebab thing which unfortunately paled in comparison to everyone else's dishes. But I had the best drink ever which was the oreo milkshake. Really frickin' fatteing but who cares! I mean, after this we won't ever be able to go out to nice places again. Well, not for at least another 4 months. My dad has decided to go on a pilgrimage for 4 months. He is very religious in that sense but even so you don't see me or my or my sisters for that matter wearing stuff like the purdah...We're given at least that much freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SgHDu3D-05I/AAAAAAAAAIA/OLGbWMbg_Vo/s1600-h/dinner+at+sg+ara...meeting+wth+bobbie,2.5.2009+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SgHDu3D-05I/AAAAAAAAAIA/OLGbWMbg_Vo/s320/dinner+at+sg+ara...meeting+wth+bobbie,2.5.2009+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332758643605427090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Secret Recipe with lil' sisters. Aren't Kawaii!!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home, all of us had the cake I baked yesterday. It looks all pretty now cuz' Mama went and decorated it with the purple deco n chocolate flakes. We also had the sparkling wine. It's non alcoholic but Yaya, Mama and me pretended like we were drinking champagne or something. Mama had taken out all of her lovely delicate little wine glasses and it all looked so lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SgHCsF94HbI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Fi-cchKCtqg/s1600-h/dinner+at+sg+ara...meeting+wth+bobbie,2.5.2009+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SgHCsF94HbI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Fi-cchKCtqg/s320/dinner+at+sg+ara...meeting+wth+bobbie,2.5.2009+061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332757496555118002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mama and me pretending we're divas&lt;br /&gt;drinking champagne. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommorrow is the day I go back to Shah Alam. I'll be going back with Papa so it won't be so boring. Have been stuffing myself with nothing but phonetics for the past coupla' days so I hope that's enough for the exam. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama bought a present for herself and Papa. She said that people usually gave each other a clock when it's a 'silver anniversary'. 'Silver anniversary' means its been 25 years of marriage. Insyallah, they will live many more years happily together. I pray I'll be as blessed as they are...&lt;br /&gt;True to her word, she bought herself a lovely clock. It's so very English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SgHDWe1LODI/AAAAAAAAAH4/EY3-xK31sjU/s1600-h/dinner+at+sg+ara...meeting+wth+bobbie,2.5.2009+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SgHDWe1LODI/AAAAAAAAAH4/EY3-xK31sjU/s320/dinner+at+sg+ara...meeting+wth+bobbie,2.5.2009+071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332758224784013362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377527483608118410-7615405092875490064?l=jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/7615405092875490064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377527483608118410&amp;postID=7615405092875490064' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/7615405092875490064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/7615405092875490064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/2009/05/25th-anniversary.html' title='25th Anniversary...'/><author><name>Sparrow_Wing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2jH7i9MK00/TdjlSsYvnZI/AAAAAAAAAao/uQmmvhuF-74/s220/DSC03322.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SgHDu3D-05I/AAAAAAAAAIA/OLGbWMbg_Vo/s72-c/dinner+at+sg+ara...meeting+wth+bobbie,2.5.2009+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-3039532469257135818</id><published>2009-05-02T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T01:08:14.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KAT-TUN: Rescue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/Sfv9yID9O_I/AAAAAAAAAHg/-Gjr1r36mLI/s1600-h/coverbfw7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/Sfv9yID9O_I/AAAAAAAAAHg/-Gjr1r36mLI/s320/coverbfw7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331133621522480114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:+1;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;[KAT-TUN] "RESCUE" lyrics&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"RESCUE" is song # 1 on KAT-TUN's 10th single (March 2009)&lt;br /&gt;It is the theme song for the drama "RESCUE" starring KAT-TUN's Nakamaru Yuichi (early 2009)&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Align Center" class="gl_align_center" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RESCUE - KAT-TUN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y’all ready?&lt;br /&gt;Listen up!&lt;br /&gt;I’m not scared&lt;br /&gt;Until my heartbeat's gone&lt;br /&gt;I’ll rescue you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna cry alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna cry alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna cry alone&lt;br /&gt;Help me out Search my light&lt;br /&gt;Please take me back home&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna cry alone&lt;br /&gt;Into blaze Lost in maze&lt;br /&gt;Someone call my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna cry alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dareka no tame ni nante ikirenai to omotta&lt;br /&gt;Konna itoshikute taisetsu na mono wo&lt;br /&gt;Hajimete mitsuketa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna cry alone&lt;br /&gt;Help me out Search my light&lt;br /&gt;Please take me back home&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna cry alone&lt;br /&gt;Into blaze Lost in maze&lt;br /&gt;Someone call my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna cry alone&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna cry alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donna wazuka demo kimi no koe kikoeru&lt;br /&gt;Fuan de kiesou ni yami ga semattemo&lt;br /&gt;Koko ni iru kara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna cry alone&lt;br /&gt;Help me out Search my light&lt;br /&gt;Please take me back home&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna cry alone&lt;br /&gt;Into blaze Lost in maze&lt;br /&gt;Someone call my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna cry alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U wanna help me? Naraba Call my name&lt;br /&gt;Ikiru imi kakete Ha! Ha! Ha! Big up!&lt;br /&gt;Rescue U Kimi wa mou jiyuu dakara tsutaeru U don't cry alone (too)&lt;br /&gt;Tsurai daro? (Iu) High &amp;amp; Low (You)&lt;br /&gt;Walk my road (Chuu) Go &amp;amp; Go&lt;br /&gt;Nanika attaraba Runnin' Up 4 U&lt;br /&gt;Kimi ga iru dake de High ni naru to iu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runnin' up, I’m (ah) running&lt;br /&gt;Runnin' up, I’m (ah) running&lt;br /&gt;Runnin' up, I’m (ah) running&lt;br /&gt;Runnin' up, I’m (ah) running&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runnin' up, I’m (ah) running&lt;br /&gt;Runnin' up, I’m (ah) running&lt;br /&gt;Runnin' up, I’m (ah) running&lt;br /&gt;Runnin' up, I’m (ah) running&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ladies &amp;amp; gentlemen, it's my beatbox)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamoritai kono egao wo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna cry alone&lt;br /&gt;Help me out Search my light&lt;br /&gt;Please take me back home&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna cry alone&lt;br /&gt;Into blaze Lost in maze&lt;br /&gt;Someone call my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna cry alone&lt;br /&gt;Help me out Search my light&lt;br /&gt;Please take me back home&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna cry alone&lt;br /&gt;Into blaze Lost in maze&lt;br /&gt;Someone call my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna cry alone&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna cry alone&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna cry alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna cry alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377527483608118410-3039532469257135818?l=jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/3039532469257135818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377527483608118410&amp;postID=3039532469257135818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/3039532469257135818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/3039532469257135818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/2009/05/kat-tun-rescue.html' title='KAT-TUN: Rescue'/><author><name>Sparrow_Wing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2jH7i9MK00/TdjlSsYvnZI/AAAAAAAAAao/uQmmvhuF-74/s220/DSC03322.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/Sfv9yID9O_I/AAAAAAAAAHg/-Gjr1r36mLI/s72-c/coverbfw7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-7528812080916049143</id><published>2009-04-28T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T00:53:31.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am HOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone! It's been a while actually since I've 'actually' gone back but I'm just pure lazy when it comes to these kinds of things. My blog, unfortunately, is always left neglected for some time until I get off my lazy bum and write something down. Haaaa!~ Penang! Home! Quite nothing like it! I'm just ever so glad that now I'm back all safe and sound in my cozy little house with my beautiful family. Ah, it actually tastes like a little piece of heaven! And all the food! Nih yg nk wat cm Kei nih! "The FOOD! Think of the FOOOOD!!!" Haha! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all that unlimited access to the internet! Wohooo! Gile menyeronokkan! Have been downloading songs, watching videos left and right and getting all those pix of Kazuya Kamenashi and Akanishi Jin like crazy! Ya gotta love all those Gokusen dudes! They are way HAWT! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else have I been doing these couple of days? Hm??? Oh, yeah, eating! There's like a mountain of food in the fridge right now! You can barely shove anything else in there! And just yesterday Mama made pineapple pie! OMG! I'm so gonna get fat but who gives a shit, right? I can eat what I like and guess what it's my frickin' body and I'll do whatever I like to it thank YOU very much! Hmph! Well, anyway, yes I haven't yet been any where yet except for last night. We had dinner at this gerai somewhere at Jalan Tengah. Actually both Mama and Papa wanted to go to this other restaurant called Pak Hussein or something but Ima and Yaya were screaming and yelling at the very idea of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grudgingly they admitted that the food at this 'Pak Hussein' was very delicious but the real reason why they didn't want to set foot in this place was because there was this creepy old man who kept on harassing them. They got really scared of him. Ima said that the asshole actually went and said "Hak yg mana yg kakak?" to which she replied quietly "Saya." And the fool kept on trying to approach them. When I heard what the stupid retard did it immediately brought back memories of me at the Section 17 bus station in Shah Alam. You know those ugly freaks that yell at the top of the lungs "Johor Bahru!!" or "Pulau Pinang!!"? Yeah, well, one of these freaks actually had the nerve to comment me! ME!!!??? I was yawning at that time and he saw me from A FAR(mind u) and had the audacity to say "Haaa, dia dah menguap!" What the hell was that all about??? I wanted to just grab this &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt; stick or pole or something and just &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;RAM&lt;/span&gt; it up his stupid face! Seriously! He was just &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;*so*&lt;/span&gt; annoying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told Ima and Yaya about it and said that if that sort of freak ever came near you guys again just completely ignore them! Glare at them but don't say a word. Show how disgusted you are by these idiotic 'kolot' people but don't speak! They're just one of those idiotic morons who just happened to have crawled out of a cave and probably came into human contact for the very first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ima and Yaya said they were seriously creeped out by the dude because he was an ugly old balding man with one tooth missing. He sounded like a piece a shit to me. They said he looked like a pervert. He even went and comment "Haaa, awat muka masam?" at Ima when she made a face at him. OOooooh! Kalaulah aku dapat laki tu serious nk bagi ja! Nk bantai muka dia puas2 buang! Makhluk macam tu tak patut biaq hidup lah! Meluat betui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mula2 tu Mama and Papa still wanted to go to that Pak Hussein place. And in the car, all of us kept arguing with each other. Mama and Papa both accused Ima and Yaya of over-reacting and being dramatic. But as my two little sisters kept on telling them what really happened, and me supporting them, Mama and Papa said "Alright, we'll go eat at the other restaurant." The girls really cooled down at the thought and all of us started to talk about these 'weirdos'. Papa kept on saying things like "The next time I catch this guy doing that to you guys I'm gonna tell 'im off!!" or "Patut mau ckp skit 'Hang tok sah dok ganggu budak2 lah! Hang buat kerja hang sendiri sudahlah!'".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, the other place we went to served quite delicious stuff too. Later, as we drove on, I saw that Pak Hussein restaurant and it sure did look a nice place to eat. But no regrets. My poor little dears were severely creeped out by the sicko and they've developed a phobia for that place. Yaya actually cried out "This place is CURSED!!" to which me and her started quoting The Mummy; "This is cursed! That is cursed!" Lol. I pity the girls. I know how they feel. It's like having a retarded stalker (actually used to have one those...eeek!) following you everywhere. Well, I suppose that's about it. Have found a new love in the Gokusen dudes and J-Pop band KAT-TUN. Hey! Say! JUMP is also pretty good too. Hm, should give Jun Matsumoto's band Arashi a try as well. Ja ne!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377527483608118410-7528812080916049143?l=jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/7528812080916049143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377527483608118410&amp;postID=7528812080916049143' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/7528812080916049143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/7528812080916049143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/am-home.html' title='Am HOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Sparrow_Wing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2jH7i9MK00/TdjlSsYvnZI/AAAAAAAAAao/uQmmvhuF-74/s220/DSC03322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-6876065644233879921</id><published>2009-04-01T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:25:27.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted.......</title><content type='html'>Just wanna write a couple of things here. I've been getting pretty close to one of B classmates lately. He's really nice and I'm glad now that we actually share some secrets with each other. I mean, we've only had a couple of weeks and within this short period we've already known quite a bit about each other. He's spilled to me some things that I have sworn not to tell any one. Apparently though, it seems lotsa people seem to already have guessed it...Sigh. Poor Lil' Guy. From now on, he shall be known as Lil' Guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been getting really sick and tired about this freakin' drama thing. The sad thing is that when you're doing drama, there will be other dramas that accompanies it. For example, Bugsy has been crying her eyeballs out due to a little glitch on stage and Noodle had to step in for her. Poor sweet little Bugsy. It's not really her fault though. I blame the Bucktooth for this! It's all his fault! Going on around and comparing us to all the other productions out there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look at Yada3's drama! They even have a superb dance sequence thingy in it! We should be more like them!" says Bucktooth, going all high and mighty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was like , 'Sh@# man, if you wanna compare us to Yada3's drama then that is like comparing a blue whale and a guppy! That's so not fair!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we went on with this idea and danced our heart out and even then Bucktooth was not happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why aren't we synchronized? Why do we look so...unorganized?" he cries out in his annoying voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment, I have a huge urge to just go over and slap the living daylights out of him! Thank goodness I am quite a patient person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the dances...Well, because of these dances, most of us have neglected the script. And Bugsy's breakdown was the ultimate proof of it! But now that we've all cooled down...hopefully, everything will turn out okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to exhaustion out of drama practice have now had not enough sleep. I see eye bags under my eyes...Not a pretty sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, couldn't get to see Dr. Hanim for her approval of my topic for the god damn argumentative essay. Sigh. Now I'll never know whether or not my essay will actually get some marks. Insyaallah, jadi la kot...Tried seeing her today but she doesn't want to have anything to do with me. Practically showed me the door herself. Sigh. Redha je la time tu...Suppose it is my own fault. Sigh. (Have been sighing a lot lately)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have now just found out that Grammar class is canceled and am rather thrilled. At least there's a bit of good news somewhere. It sucks living the awful life here in Shah Alam where you're so far away from your family and nothing good has been happening to you lately and your head actually literally feels like it's been run over by a train! Here it comes another big, fat HUGE sigh! SIGH! I pray to Allah that everything will turn out alright in the end. That maybe somehow or other Dr. Hanim will accept my essay and that everything will go smoothly well with the drama and that I do well for the finals and that I'll get to continue in the BEd TESL programme. I also hope that my Listening and Speaking test goes well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna hope and pray for the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377527483608118410-6876065644233879921?l=jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/6876065644233879921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377527483608118410&amp;postID=6876065644233879921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/6876065644233879921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/6876065644233879921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/exhausted.html' title='Exhausted.......'/><author><name>Sparrow_Wing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2jH7i9MK00/TdjlSsYvnZI/AAAAAAAAAao/uQmmvhuF-74/s220/DSC03322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-7556221206970675283</id><published>2009-03-06T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T03:32:47.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEBATE!!!!</title><content type='html'>OMG! I've got to go for that god damn debate this evening! It sucks big time. It's sudde3nly gone and made me nervous. I feel like throwing up my contents. Urgh! Dammit, why did I go and sign up for that thing in the first place? Oh, right. Because I missed doing debate and thought it was great that I could get my hands on another certificate. Oh yeah, and it was alos because I suddenly had this insane urge to show off. I don't know what the FUCK that clicked in my brain that made me think I even had the bloody right to show off! God! Why am I such a freak??? I don't why but this idiotic idea strolled into my head and made me think "Hey, I've had about three years of experience in debate and I think this is the bloody time to show off!"...Usually, I'm not exactly the show-off-y kind of person. I tend to just let people notice my good qualities in a natural way. I mean, I do not plan in advance thinking "Right, this is the perfect opportunity to show off." I usually just let it all unravel by itself. I think it was the idea of all these novices at debate that got me thinking "Yeah, I can kick their little butts" only friggin' problem is that I hadn't realize4d they may be novices in the UNIVERSITY but they're definitely NOT novices when they were in school a couple of years ago. Just like me. I have about three years experience, they might have like about what? Five? Six years of experience? Never mind, I'm sure I can bloody well handle them. I mean, they only have about two or three years ahead of me; that can't make too much of a difference can it? Oh what the hell am I thinking! I know bloody well it makes a HUGE difference if you're ahead two or three years! I think I'm going a little nuts here. Blimey. I think I'd better get ready. Ol' Ainatul might already be back here to come and fetch me so we could head off together for the debate seminar thingy. Thank goodness, psychotic Kei will also be in it. I think he will make me feel at ease what with him not taking this seriously. He never takes anything seriously. He probably goes into a debate thinking "Oh, just another debate coming up. Who will I have to sleep with in order to get some chocolate biscuits sent in, eh?" Well, he's just an extremely perverted sort of person when you really think about it. Oh, shit gotta go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377527483608118410-7556221206970675283?l=jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/7556221206970675283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377527483608118410&amp;postID=7556221206970675283' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/7556221206970675283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/7556221206970675283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/2009/03/debate.html' title='DEBATE!!!!'/><author><name>Sparrow_Wing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2jH7i9MK00/TdjlSsYvnZI/AAAAAAAAAao/uQmmvhuF-74/s220/DSC03322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-3411730529722030800</id><published>2009-02-28T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T19:29:20.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home in Penang!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Right now, I'm feeling sooooooooo HAPPY but at the same time oh, so sad. I'm in my home right now. I'm in my parents room. It's been so wonderful being back here in my own sanctuary. My home is my castle. Sigh. I think I'll never tire of that saying. It was just perfectly magical being here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was momsy's birthday yesterday and boy did we have fun! Mama bought DVDs and we all sat down and watched Slumdog Millionaire and Australia while eating chocolates and Chachos. Or was it Nachos? Can't remember. Anyway, we had spaghetti and meatballs for lunch! There was a HUGE salad bowl(didn't touch that though, not a big fan of veges) as well. The lunch was just LOVELY! We chatted as we ate and laughed, it was just pure &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;heaven.&lt;/span&gt; I think these are one of the happiest moments of my entire life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, mama and I went out to Watsons to get me my useful batch of Ponstan. I was attracted to the make-up at the shelves and mama said she'd bought this really wonderful liquid eyeliner at TESCO and she said it only costs RM6.90. Once we got those, we headed straight to TESCO. Heeheee. I actually went and got two things instead of one at TESCO. Momsy's treat. She's just ever so glad that I am home for her birthday just as I am ever so happy to be home. I had that wonderful liquid eyeliner but I also got this beautiful lip gloss. Mmmmm. Lip smacking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So once we got home, momsy unwrapped her presents was just thrilled to see a Guess handbag (GORGEOUS, frm my mak su o' course), a cupcake making kit(complete with recipe book, frm Ziyad and Hannah and Athirah), a MAC eyeshadow palet(pink with glitters on the cover, by moi) and pretty photo frame with tiny sea shells on it(by papa, Ima and Yaya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for dinner, we went out to Swenson's. Oh, I wasn't too keen of my fish-in-a-jacket but I still had a splendid time. It's just so nice to be surrounded by the people you love and to talk to them and laugh with them and eat with them. I think the feeling I felt wasn't just happiness but it was also contentment. I feel so blessed to have such a loving family. Thank you Allah for giving me them. I'm eternally grateful to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I'm going back to Shah Alam. I won't say it's "that dreadful place", I won't call it "that horrid place", in fact, I won't say anything bad about it. I do not wish to be upset or to make myself sad. I just want to bring this wonderful feeling to Shah Alam. It'll keep me warm at cold nights, it will put a smile on my lips when I feel lonely and it will make my heart ache with love. Comfort is what it will give me. And love and happiness as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SaoAHVc3MjI/AAAAAAAAAGw/bQH1KimYe4g/s1600-h/Love-comment-64.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SaoAHVc3MjI/AAAAAAAAAGw/bQH1KimYe4g/s320/Love-comment-64.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308055236826837554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SaoAVwbkQ0I/AAAAAAAAAG4/Avbi60hM6z0/s1600-h/Love-comment-70.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SaoAVwbkQ0I/AAAAAAAAAG4/Avbi60hM6z0/s320/Love-comment-70.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308055484587328322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SaoAfl-TFnI/AAAAAAAAAHA/5PiQGBMZgho/s1600-h/Love-comment-72.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SaoAfl-TFnI/AAAAAAAAAHA/5PiQGBMZgho/s320/Love-comment-72.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308055653578905202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SaoAr0oGkgI/AAAAAAAAAHI/OIyt2zOs86E/s1600-h/Love-comment-76.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SaoAr0oGkgI/AAAAAAAAAHI/OIyt2zOs86E/s320/Love-comment-76.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308055863670772226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377527483608118410-3411730529722030800?l=jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/3411730529722030800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377527483608118410&amp;postID=3411730529722030800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/3411730529722030800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/3411730529722030800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/2009/02/homw-in-penang.html' title='Home in Penang!!!!!'/><author><name>Sparrow_Wing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2jH7i9MK00/TdjlSsYvnZI/AAAAAAAAAao/uQmmvhuF-74/s220/DSC03322.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SaoAHVc3MjI/AAAAAAAAAGw/bQH1KimYe4g/s72-c/Love-comment-64.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-4059833281668136981</id><published>2009-02-21T08:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T08:42:51.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of PGL, fevers and other stuff...</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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Okay, there’re so many things going on lately…For example, one of my friends at fac is acting all weird. She’s being all cold to me and treating me as if I were nothing but the dirt under her stubby little toes. Yeah, I know what you’re thinking. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;“She’s just exaggerating…” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;but nope! I ain’t exaggerating right now. I’m deadly serious, if you must know. She’s been like this for some time. Three weeks or more. But who gives a shit about a useless “friend” like her? Cuz’ I’m tired of thinking of what I might’ve done wrong. I’m not a beggar! I will not beg people to be my friend! If she thinks I’m not good enough for her or whatever then she can very well go and f*&amp;amp;# herself! Squeeze the language. But it’s been pissing me off lately, the way she’s been acting. But I’ve felt really good today. I’m quite happy that she wasn’t around today and I haven’t felt this good since the last three weeks. I’ve got a friggin’ pride, god dammit! I would NOT and I mean NEVER stoop as low as to ask her what exactly have I done that she’s found so offensive because guess what? I haven’t done one single thing wrong! Not that I know of. But whatever it is, I’m gonna listen to my true sweet bestie, Atiqah and move on from this wretched issue. I’m just gonna forget about this dipshit girl. After all, who the hell is she compared to my true real long time besties? She’s nothing. And I won’t bother about this anymore. I’m putting it all behind me. I know I can definitely move on now. I won’t need her. Never did actually.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Right, the next thing I’m gonna touch on is the PGL (Puteri Gunung Ledang) the play. I’ll say it was simply awesome! It was really good. I thought AC Mizal as the Gusti Adipati was simply awesome! I mean, he’s usually a comedian but he actually did a fantastic job as a fierce and determined prince. The way his voice sounded…Meh, scary gila! Good job!x2 Tiara &lt;span class="title"&gt;Jacquelina &lt;/span&gt;was of course perfect as the pretty princess of Java. The acting was all great except for that dude, Stephen Hughes. I thought at first his acting fell a bit flat. I mean, sure he had the voice but somehow or other he sounded a bit lame. :P Natch! Hey, I’m entitled to my own opinions. If I don’t like something then I have the right to say it. Well, anyway, it was only after the twenty minute break did I thought his acting improved. I mean, it was only then that he sounded really good. And I thought his acting was fantastic. He is of course handsome but that is not the reason I like him. I liked his acting mostly rather than his face.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The props and everything was superb. In fact, I’m quite proud that it’s Malaysian’s best. The whole play was absolutely amazing. They were quite creative for using the steps/hill. Most of the play, these steps/hill was used over and over again in creative ways. I thought that was real smart of them to do so. Wish I could get my hands on the soundtrack. I must say that most of the songs were just great. I loved Melaka. It was just so great. The melody and the lyrics… Lovely. I also favor that song that goes “Suatu hari nanti…”. That was really sweet. I mean, the song was all &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;rancak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and haunting and mesmerizing, you just get swallowed in it. :D Ahhh…Damn, getting all passionate and dreamy eyed here. D: Sowey ‘bout that. Hehehehe…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Umm, so to put it in a nutshell, I thought the show was fantastic! Really enjoyed myself there. :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I just had a fever last night…&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Blugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Still feel that weird buzzy feeling in the head. Feels like it’s been run over by a train or something. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Due to this, I have been popping up pills like nobody’s business. :D All my ponstan have finished now. Hang on. I think I’ve still got a packet left somewhere. Perhaps it’s buried deep underneath in my old back-pack. I shall have to have a looksie. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am kinda hoping I’ll be able to go back next week. It’s, momsy’s birthday and I’ve already got her something nice so…Mmmm, but I dunno yet. It’s all those bloody test that’s got me freakin’ out a bit. Such a bummer. But I think I’ll manage soon enough. After all, I’ve got another day. I can slog tomorrow. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, I’ll update later. Ta!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I'll post the pictures of PGL at Istana Budaya once I get my hands on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377527483608118410-4059833281668136981?l=jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/4059833281668136981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377527483608118410&amp;postID=4059833281668136981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/4059833281668136981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/4059833281668136981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/2009/02/of-pgl-fevers-and-other-stuff.html' title='Of PGL, fevers and other stuff...'/><author><name>Sparrow_Wing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2jH7i9MK00/TdjlSsYvnZI/AAAAAAAAAao/uQmmvhuF-74/s220/DSC03322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-3143086361936293253</id><published>2008-12-10T02:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:27:29.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pesta</title><content type='html'>We went to pesta, my cousins and my sisters! OMG! I went on 4 rides altogether! It was the freakiest thing on earth! My god, what was I thinking??? My first ride was the Lethal Weapon and that was super scary! I screamed and screamed non-stop! I went like "Allahuakbar! Oh god! Oh Allah, save me! I don't wanna die!!!" Yep, Lethal Weapon is a sick thing to go on. It's a row of seats and all it does is spin you vertically 360 degrees. Even my 9 yr old cousin, Ziyad, went on it. And then me and Athirah hopped on the Sky Rider. A bunch of swings that go spinning around. And then it was the Euro Wheel which is just a ferris wheel. That was quite fun. The next thing and the thing which made me go in ultra throw up mode was the Tristar. I really felt like throwing up on that one. Super scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day they go back home! Hu hu hu...! I'm so sad...I sedih sgt now that they're gonna go away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377527483608118410-3143086361936293253?l=jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/3143086361936293253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377527483608118410&amp;postID=3143086361936293253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/3143086361936293253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/3143086361936293253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/2008/12/pesta.html' title='Pesta'/><author><name>Sparrow_Wing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2jH7i9MK00/TdjlSsYvnZI/AAAAAAAAAao/uQmmvhuF-74/s220/DSC03322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-5907102884144945190</id><published>2008-12-06T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T08:43:19.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paramore Decode</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How can i decide whats right?&lt;br /&gt;When your clouding up my mind,&lt;br /&gt;I cant win your losing fight,&lt;br /&gt;All the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can i ever own whats mine?&lt;br /&gt;When your always taking sides,&lt;br /&gt;But you wont take away my pride,&lt;br /&gt;No not this time...&lt;br /&gt;Not this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did we get here?&lt;br /&gt;I used to know you so well,&lt;br /&gt;How did we get here?&lt;br /&gt;I think i know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is hiding in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And it's hanging on your tongue,&lt;br /&gt;Just boiling in my blood,&lt;br /&gt;But you think that i cant see.&lt;br /&gt;What kind of man that you are?&lt;br /&gt;If your man at all,&lt;br /&gt;I will figure this one out.&lt;br /&gt;On my own...&lt;br /&gt;(Screaming i love you so)&lt;br /&gt;On my own...&lt;br /&gt;(My thoughts you cant decode)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did we get here?&lt;br /&gt;I used to know you so well,&lt;br /&gt;How did we get here?&lt;br /&gt;I think i know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see,&lt;br /&gt;What weve done,&lt;br /&gt;Were gonna make such fools,&lt;br /&gt;Of ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;Do you see,&lt;br /&gt;What weve done,&lt;br /&gt;Were gonna make such fools,&lt;br /&gt;Of ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;YEAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did we get here&lt;br /&gt;I used to know you so well&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Yeah Yeah    &lt;br /&gt;How did we get here?&lt;br /&gt;I use to know you so well&lt;br /&gt;I think i know...&lt;br /&gt;I think i know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something,&lt;br /&gt;I see in you,&lt;br /&gt;It might kill me,&lt;br /&gt;I want it to be true. &lt;img src="http://www.metrolyrics.com/images/l/613504236.jpg" height="1" width="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decode by Paramore&lt;br /&gt;Soundtrack for Twilight&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics by Haley Williams&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377527483608118410-5907102884144945190?l=jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/5907102884144945190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377527483608118410&amp;postID=5907102884144945190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/5907102884144945190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/5907102884144945190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/2008/12/paramore-decode.html' title='Paramore Decode'/><author><name>Sparrow_Wing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2jH7i9MK00/TdjlSsYvnZI/AAAAAAAAAao/uQmmvhuF-74/s220/DSC03322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-4448993828667440162</id><published>2008-12-05T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T07:05:39.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Latest Outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/STlC1tTh50I/AAAAAAAAAGc/0gT3duHbqW0/s1600-h/MENGIRLS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/STlC1tTh50I/AAAAAAAAAGc/0gT3duHbqW0/s320/MENGIRLS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276321928903255874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, since I've promised to update my blog I will.  Here's a tribute to Corriyn and Atiqah and our lovely outing. Meh! What a  fine day that was. Okay so basically I was a bit psyched. I mean, I haven't seen my buds for a while now and I've missed them. I'll be honest I was also a little scared I wasn't gonna wake up early that morning. I've been sleeping late lately and have been prone to getting up real late as well. My breakfast has now become my lunch or 'brunch' as my bro puts it. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I slept at 1 am  that night (that's considered EARLY to me). Woke up at 8 am the next morning and guess what? I woke up all by myself, no thanx to that useless alarm clock which also happens to be my hand phone. Kukukukuku...So I wake up in the morning to find that my menses have been in overdrive and are determined to torture me. It's forced all the pain receptors in my body to focus on one spot which is right on my womb!!! I swear to god I could actually feel these hands that squeeze and pull at my fallopian tubes and ovaries...Okay let's not get graphic here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/STlCdT_Z4II/AAAAAAAAAGM/JorgNQ818-s/s1600-h/menc4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/STlCdT_Z4II/AAAAAAAAAGM/JorgNQ818-s/s320/menc4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276321509791096962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I go take a bath downstairs right? Just for the heck of borrowing some of my mom's pads. Then I get dress, put on my make-up and iron my tudung. I had to have my breakfast in order to eat my medicine. Have been coughing real bad...I also swallowed a voltren pain killer to decrease the ultimate pain. And then I waited....And waited some more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then they arrive; Atiqah and Corriyn grinning up at me. Atiqah's dad was the one who drove us over to Queensbay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got there the first thing we did was check out the movies. Scanning everything on the list, we pretty much had to do some debating there. Corriyn and I have watched Twilight (good movie BTW but not as good as Interview With The Vampire). Atiqah and Corriyn were eager to watch Madagascar II but I've already seen that one. In the end, we settled for Bolt, a movie about a cute dog who thinks he has super powers only to discover that he's just a normal dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was really good. I dunno if anyone noticed, I surely hope not, but I actually cried &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cried &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cried &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;at the start of the movie. The minute Bolt came on and started playing with his fave chew toy, Mr carrot, I cried. Tears came forth and I wept for no reason. Well, unless you call crying over cuteness a reason. I think I was PMS-ing real bad that day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So yeah, I liked the movie. I enjoyed watching it with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/STlCKY53_oI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Ll9HPnHYXjA/s1600-h/MENC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/STlCKY53_oI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Ll9HPnHYXjA/s320/MENC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276321184692567682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later after the movie, we drifted into various shops. Some of them included Puma, Nike, Jusco, Momo e, Borders and etc etc etc. Atiqah bought a lot of things, some of which included a hand bag frm Momo e, black slack frm Voir, notebook and belt frm Forever 21...I think I covered just about everything...Corriyn got herself 3 tees for rm50. A goddamned good price if you ask me. I think if ever I have the money again I might go get that at Brand's Outlet. The stuff there are pretty affordable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate at Secret Recipe this time. So tired of McDonald's and Pizza Hut...Sigh. Anyway, I had myself the Fish and Chips (not so great) and Corriyn got herself the Chicken Cordon Bleu. Atiqah, decided that she didn't wanna eat, settled for a glass of tropical smoothie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/STlCCEcY6RI/AAAAAAAAAF0/obMT9lgsdDI/s1600-h/MENCC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/STlCCEcY6RI/AAAAAAAAAF0/obMT9lgsdDI/s320/MENCC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276321041761233170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/STlCGVYDUKI/AAAAAAAAAF8/B3cUJJh7elc/s1600-h/MENCC2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/STlCGVYDUKI/AAAAAAAAAF8/B3cUJJh7elc/s320/MENCC2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276321115025920162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we go around some more after the movie and I bought myself a lip gloss at Guardian. It was on discount and I kinda needed some change to pay back Corriyn. The three of us browsed the mall and Corriyn and Atiqah wanted to take pictures and I needed to go to the toilet badly! My pad bocor already time tuh and I was freaking out! I took the oppurtunity to use the pay phone (hand phone outta service, damn dat Maxis) to call my cuz. They were still hanging around QB so I decided to go back with my family instead. Don't wanna trouble Atiqah's parents and I DO NOT want to spoil their seat with my &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ahem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;leakage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/STlCu8bOe5I/AAAAAAAAAGU/Iiy6BQ5SGYA/s1600-h/MENG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/STlCu8bOe5I/AAAAAAAAAGU/Iiy6BQ5SGYA/s320/MENG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276321812702985106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they went back home and I hanged around to spend the day with my cuzs and sistahs. They were trying on clothes at Jusco and my eyes went straight to the sneakers on display. They were RM20!!!! I asked for my size and the sales person said that the ones I wanted weren't in my size any more. What a shame! And then there was this taaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaall pair of sneaker-boots that reached up to my knees. It was black with red prints on it and it looked ever so cool! I couldn't resist....And. Then. I. Asked. They had my size and I bought it withought thinking twice! It felt oh sooooooo good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that cute actor Cam Gigandet is actually a Gap model! Oh man, he was a hottie in Twilight and he was a hottie in that poster on Gap too. My sister and I also stole this super hot pic of a male model posing for the Amor Pour Hommes perfume. We've fallen in love with him and have decided to keep him in our humble abode. I actually stole something!! OMG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though my feet were aching, I walked on with my sisters and cousins. We were in search for wallets for both Ziyad and Athirah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then we stopped by Baskin Robbins and all of them had ice creams there except for me! I, the horrible woman with the horrible cough, had to go through tortutorus minutes of watching them gobble their delicious ice creams. It was sooooo unfair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, we all got tired and headed home. At home, my Uncle Manan dropped by and all of us watched baby Farhad wear my sneaker-boots! It was hilarious! My boots were more like his pants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think that's enough shopping for a girl of 18, eh? Guess not. I'm probably heading to Gurney Plaza tommorrow. Will have fun there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377527483608118410-4448993828667440162?l=jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/4448993828667440162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377527483608118410&amp;postID=4448993828667440162' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/4448993828667440162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/4448993828667440162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/2008/12/latest-outing_05.html' title='The Latest Outing'/><author><name>Sparrow_Wing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2jH7i9MK00/TdjlSsYvnZI/AAAAAAAAAao/uQmmvhuF-74/s220/DSC03322.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/STlC1tTh50I/AAAAAAAAAGc/0gT3duHbqW0/s72-c/MENGIRLS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-8700138279733628024</id><published>2008-11-21T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:31:06.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving, Bleach and Cousinz</title><content type='html'>Ohiyo! I'm still spending time with my family only now it has increased in size, literally. My cousins from a far away land (okay, they actually dropped by frm KL) have dropped by our home to spend the vacation. Let me tell you, it's been fun having them here as well as exhausting. Huh huh huh...Panting away. Ziyad who is 9, Hannah who is 6 and Athirah who is 15 have come to our humble abode in order to spend the holidays with us. So far we haven't done anything really fun yet. Well, we did go over to BJ and went bowling for a while. It was quite fun and Ima actually managed to get a strike! My sisters are pretty good bowlers in that sense. They're always scoring strikes every other time we go bowling, which let me tell you, is not very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'm gonna do about my driving though...It hasn't driven (haha the irony of that word) me to insanity yet but I can't really remember all the routes...I mean, which one goes through Pesta and gets into Taman Lip Sin? Was it Route A or B? Sigh! I'm just so confused right now. Hopefully the next time I go for one of those darn lessons I'll be able to remember the routes. Dammit! This whole driving thing is so scary!!! Wish I was more like Naruto...I'd just yell out an energetic "Dattebayo!" and unleash the power of the legendary Nine-Tailed Fox! And then you horrible JPJ people and your horrid clipboards and your unruly mustaches will bow down to such immense power and bite the dust as I vroooooom off with my pro-driving skills. But reality doesn't make you a Naruto with a demon fox sealed in you. It doesn't turn you into a pro at driving within the blink of an eye either. Life as we know it, is just isn't fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, have recently gotten into the manga Bleach. I quite like it. Basically it's coz' there're a lot of hot guys in the manga (namely Abarai Renji....Major hottie). But hot guys aside, Bleach is pretty engaging plot-wise and character-wise. Some of the charcters are interesting to watch and it also has some very funny moments. I happen to despise a lesbian in it though as she is about the most sick thing to ever walk the Bleach universe. But Renji, Toshiro and Byakuya are all eye candies that you just enjoy watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This was actually supposed to be posted here on 23rd of November but I forgot about it. Sorry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377527483608118410-8700138279733628024?l=jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/8700138279733628024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377527483608118410&amp;postID=8700138279733628024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/8700138279733628024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/8700138279733628024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/2008/11/driving-bleach-and-cousinz.html' title='Driving, Bleach and Cousinz'/><author><name>Sparrow_Wing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2jH7i9MK00/TdjlSsYvnZI/AAAAAAAAAao/uQmmvhuF-74/s220/DSC03322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-7785761217566035217</id><published>2008-11-14T02:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T03:06:27.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm baaaaack!</title><content type='html'>Kyaaa! Finally got back from that horrid place known as Shah Alam (writes the name with utter loath). I'm in my beloved home now: PENANG!!!!! Ah!~~~~ The sea...The bridge...The warm sea breeze...And my wonderful family! Miss 'em so much! Have been unable to think and worry so much about stuff ever since I got back. Home kinda gets you like that. You sorta forget everything bad that ever happened to you when you were in Shah Alam. The place sucked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! But now that I'm home, I've got a lot in my hands as well. Have to send beloved laptop back to that Harvey Norman place so it can get repaired. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Sigh! &lt;/span&gt;Y'know I like the stuff but why do technology gadgets have to be so fragile? It's like the more advanced we get, the gadgets just get more and more fragile. The people at Harvey Norman did say that the laptop will be sent back to TOSHIBA's outlet. The dude at HN said it might take a month to get it back. I don't think that the actual repairing takes that long (it's just a little hiccup) but knowing Malaysians; we like to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;berlengah &lt;/span&gt;so...So good bye laptop. I'll be sending you off tomorrow. Ta ta!~ (Which reminds me, gotta get all those 18+ fanfics outta there quickly) &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;*rubs back of the head shyly*.&lt;/span&gt; Hehehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other stuff I've gotta worry about is my driving license...(Oh the HORROR!!!) I'm afraid of that more than anything else at the moment...It's scary coz' I've never been really good at driving. Okay, I'll admit I'm freakin' hopeless at it! I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;SUCKED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at driving! Driving is just...not my thing. I mean, I know what my strengths are. I'm good at drawing manga, painting, writing, English, acting, etc, etc. But driving???? All that pedlling, the changing of gears and my utter hopelessness? Nah! That is one area where I don't think I'll ever be good at. But still...(inspiring music theme comes on). I shall rise to this challenge head on with my head held up high and I will TRIUMPH!!!! Kyaaaaaaaah (yea, I've been doin' that a lot lately)! I'll get into that car and drive like a pro. Mama and Papa pun dah mula skeptical cuz' of how terribly I did the last time and I can't let them down again. Not that it'll be dissapointing for them or anything, it's just that I'd better do it for my future. I need a car of my own when I'm older. I' am so not gonna be one of those helpeless females who need their husbands to take them everywhere just on account of them not being able to drive! I mean, how pathetic can you get? But then again most Malay men like pathetic, stupid females. Somehow it strokes their egos...(Yea, I know it's sick right?) But the dumber and more gedik you are, the more boys will come hankering after you...You've got to be a pathetic hopeless female that can't think or have a mind of her own. Major weak persona needed here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anyway, I need to do it properly this time cuz' of the money my parents are spending on it. This driving license thingy is no joke! It's scarier than hell and twice as expensive (whoar! Hell's expensive???)!! Almost everything about Malaysia is expensive. Money is quite an issue here. But thank god for the oil price going down huh? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sejuk hati skit bile nampak harga minyak turun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that I'm already back home, I pun terfikir gak la kat kengkawan. Kinda miss my buds even though baru je start bercuti pun. Roomies out there, miss you guys a whole lot! Rindu la kat you Atiqah! Suddenly feel a bursting need to come over and talk to you for long hours into the night like we used to...Dayang and your bubbly expressions and nature...Miss ya gal. Athirah plak good luck for your exams (which reminds me I should msg her later...It's highly likely that she'll miss this since she's not a blogger&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*sweat drops*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Wish we could be in the same room again next year. Hopefully we will. Nanti sume msg2 la time tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rindu gak kat si Kecik Po tu...Po-Po-chan!!! I miss you! Nad and Cuna pun aku rindu gak...Hope you guys have a nice holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're reading this Tiqah, don't be so sad. When you get back lets go out and paaaaaartyyyy! We'll hit the clubs, smoke pot, take our clothes off...Oh wait!? We can't do that, right? We're not like&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;people...Hahahaha. Anyway, we'll hang out sometime and do it the old fashion style, eh? Have some fun while you're there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch ya'll later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377527483608118410-7785761217566035217?l=jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/7785761217566035217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377527483608118410&amp;postID=7785761217566035217' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/7785761217566035217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/7785761217566035217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-baaaaack.html' title='I&apos;m baaaaack!'/><author><name>Sparrow_Wing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2jH7i9MK00/TdjlSsYvnZI/AAAAAAAAAao/uQmmvhuF-74/s220/DSC03322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-5837055768365390705</id><published>2008-09-06T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T12:35:18.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Life</title><content type='html'>Okay, it has been a whirlwind here in Shah Alam. The place is nothing compared to Penang. I would never ever want to live here even if someone paid me to do it! Suffice it to say, Shah Alam sucks. Well, at least for me it does. I really really really wish I could go back to Penang right now! I wouldn't say I'm homesick but I do miss Penang! I WILL give any single miniscule little excuse to go back to Penang. The beaches, the beautiful blue sea, the nasi kandar, the chicken tandoori...every time I'm reminded of those things I feel my heart sink low into the pit of stomach. Yes, I don't cry every night whimpering &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Nak balik rumah...Penang...hu hu hu..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; but you can't help but miss youir home. Home is where the heart is and it really is the truth because honestly, you can never feel more secure and belonged in any other place in the world except your own home. And of course, I'm up to here *pinches fingers very closely* just missing my beloved family! Serious, rindu giler kot! My mama who is my bestest best friend! Wherefore art thou????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't write in my blog for like a million gazillion years already so I missed out on stuff like how life was like the first few weeks. Basically, this is what I do on week days. I get up at 6 am or sometimes 5.30 if I feel fresh, bathe, dress up and wait at the bus stop in front of our dorm at 7 am. I'll take the 603 Rapid KL bus and wait for it to send me to Section 2 of Shah alam. Now, at this point, I am just going to say "Whatever you do just DON'T ask me where section 2 of Shah Alam is! Or what it is for that matter!". I just don't know the answer to that myself! Shah Alam, if you must know, is filled to the brim with the dumbest road systems EV-ERR!! It is a city full of sections...Section 17, Section 15, Section 3, Section, 4, all the way to infinity...It's not only confusing as hell but it is also the most insane thing I have ever encountered in all my 18 years of life! But the confusing road system in Shah Alam gets even better than that! &lt;em&gt;Oh, yeah...!&lt;/em&gt; Shah Alam, I'll have you know, is also chock full of round-abouts! Round-abouts, I tell you! Round-abouts! Why for the life of me, would any sane human being put about a hundred round-abouts in a city????? What the hell do they think Shah Alam is? London? &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sigh.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But I guess human beings nowadays just don't want to use the brains that Allah The Almighty has given them. Poor, sad, pathetic losers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, let me continue, after I'm at Section 2 I get to wait for another Rapid KL bus. This time it's bus number 529. This bus takes you to my faculty-The Faculty of Education! Lemme tell you something about my faculty; it rocks! Sure, it's a bit of a hastle getting there but I can honestly say it's a place I've grown quite fond of. The place has several blocks all looking like your average school blocks. In between blocks, you have the TESL square. The TESL square is a place my classmates and I (and probably the rest of the TESL kids) &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;lepak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; at. It's this really cool spot where you get to sit in one of those pretty little wicker-steel chairs under a big umberella. There are these really beautiful tress there.The vines and branches tend to droop down and it will ineveitably remind you of a weeping willow but it's not a willow. When the wind blows, you want to sigh at its beauty and melancholy. Okay, now I sound like an emo. Hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quite honestly, I didn't really like my classmates all that much at first. I thought they were all wrong. I couldn't understand how a bunch of people doing TESL didn't know how to speak the English language itself??? It kinda vexed me at first. It still does I guess. I've had this whole dream and idea that once I got into TESL I'd be meeting people who were like me and Atiqah. You know, sensitive, brilliant (NOT being vain here), objective, insightful and ambitious English speakers who would've loved nothing more but to speak our second language most of the time. Guess what? I couldn't have been more wrong. My classmates, save for this one psycho, don't really like to speak the English language all that much. I didn't know the psycho &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; a psycho, at first, and I actually thought he was like me. Another dead wrong thing to assume. The psycho suddenly just uped and showed his true colours...Scared the living bejeebers outta me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, okay, I didn't think much of my classmates back then. I started changing my perception when I started to grow closer to this little mynx of a girl called Po. Yeah, Po's real cool. She's real short too. A tiny chubby little thing. I'm not trying to be mean here, just honest. Anyway, through Po, I got to be close to Nad and Cuna. Now, we're pretty close.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess it goes to show that you can't simply just make assumptions of the people around you. Sure, Nad and Cuna don't particularly enjoy speaking English but they're nice poeple and I guess I don't have to be fussy about it and pick and choose whoever I think is fit to be in TESL. I'm rather glad I didn't quickly rush into things. I had some thoughts of asking a lecturer if I could change classes. Maybe get into class C since I'd already found a friend or two in there. But I didn't and now I'm pretty content in staying in my class. There's still a couple of people who are annoying as EVER but I can live with them (think back to aforementioned psycho and multiply him by three. But it's real easy for me to ignore these clowns). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Classes have been alright. The only class I'm really enjoying lately is Listening and Speaking. We've got a really awesome lecturer. I think she's funny and witty. Apparently, a younger lecturer has taken her place and I think this one's real good too. Her name's Voviana and she's Malay. Weird name for a Malay but I think it sounds nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Throught it all, I'm just ever so grateful I've got my best friend, Atiqah, here with me. Sometimes, both of us need to unload stuff that's been bugging us. And lately, we've needed to unload a whole lotta stuff. Class psychos, nerds and hot stuffs sometimes just get up to our armpits and we are suddenly left with this awful rise in our stomachs and we can't help but vomit out whatever it is that we have to throw up. I think this is probably because Atiqah and I are passionate creatures. We like to search for our emotions. That doesn't make us emo though. I think it's important to know exactly what it is that you are feeling. It can help you a lot with understanding yourself. I hate to see it when someone is upset or frustrated and they can't understand what it is that got them to be that way. They have the inability to search for their feelings. You've got to be completely and utterly honest with yourself when you are digging deep into your soul and trying to search for the very core of your being. When you're honest with yourself, then you can be honest to other people. For the past few years, I've enjoyed being honest with myself. I am never unsure of what I'm feeling and it is such a comfort to be able to do that. It gives you peace. I wish everyone else was like this. It's so much nicer when you are able to express yourself freely and without fear. The rest of the world is probably saying "Dream on..." right now but I think a girl can always dream, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are other things a girl can dream about too besides wishing for a more emotionally sensitive world. I also have dreams (that are impossible, I think) about this hottie at my faculty. This boy is really cute. He isn't too tall (just a couple of inches taller than I am) and he's quite skinny but he's just oh, so gorgeous. I'm valuptuos and I'm not all that skinny myself but I'm rather attracted to these gangly looking guys. He's already got himself a girlfriend though, and it irks me to think that I'll never have a chance with him but you never know...All's fair in love and war. It's just that the feelings I have for this boy are not all that serious. I can tell it's just a crush. And even though, I've had dreams about said boy (they're not the kind of dreams you're thinking!) I don't think my feelings for him go deeper beyond a simple crush. It's just that I'm not the kind of girl to fall for a person's looks alone. His personality is a big huge factor that overshadows looks. I wished I knew a guy who wasn't such a total moron. It's getting annoying when every single guy you come in close proximity is either from Mars or from a prehistoric swamp. Sigh. It cannot be helped though. The world isn't made to be fair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll post another blog if I'm not in too much work. It's such a busy life...But I'm enjoying it as much as I'm haiting it...ZzzzzZZZzzz...Ngantuk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377527483608118410-5837055768365390705?l=jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/5837055768365390705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377527483608118410&amp;postID=5837055768365390705' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/5837055768365390705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/5837055768365390705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-life.html' title='The New Life'/><author><name>Sparrow_Wing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2jH7i9MK00/TdjlSsYvnZI/AAAAAAAAAao/uQmmvhuF-74/s220/DSC03322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-2605072281816262626</id><published>2008-05-18T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T08:17:07.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bood and Chocolate, Binging and Boredom...</title><content type='html'>Alright, I'm only writing this just for the fun of it and also possibly coz' I happen to be dead BORED at the moment...Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the weekend, so naturally people have fun times during the weekend, right? I didn't. Not really, at least. There were parts of the weekend that I did enjoyed but this isn't how a weekend goes on in my household usually...A typical weekend that we have is spent outside, somewhere at malls; where it's fun and lively. This week, I feel like a piece of dry toast just sitting there on the table, watching the flies hover around me and trying my hardest not to shudder in disgust when one of them lands on my dry toasty body... So, honestly, I'm just feeling a bit under the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it off, I have been putting on weight! Oh, yeah, sure, Atiqah (if you read this), you must understand that when I complain about my weight, that is when I'm trying hardest to lose them! Right at this moment, however, I don't feel like losing weight at all! If anything, it only makes me feel like I want to stuff in a whole lot more insignificant baddies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, basically, all we've done this week is mooch around the house and binge on utterly fattening food! I have recently discovered, I have developed a fetish for peanut butter and chocolate--a fetish resulting in my buying Reese's Peanut Butter Chocolate cups every single time we head out to Giant or Queensbay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Mama found out that Blood and Chocolate was going to be on Astro. We decided to watch the stupid movie, even though I knew it was going to be crappy...It's the over-used Romeo-Juliette, predictable, Goth-esq kind of movie that makes you have the urge to want to throw up in your mouth...It isn't so bad, I guess, if you have nothing better to do and are juist trying to bid away time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before the movie started, Mama and the little ones went rushing out to buy the tons of tid bits for the movie. Yaya got herself a Cadbury Caramello, a Cadbury Crunchy for me, and Ima got herself all th other junk food like potato chips, etc. Oh, and little one also got me a Cornetto Royale...Now, tell me that isn't binge eating??? Ugh, I was practically shoving food down my throat even though I was stuffed to gills! That's it! I'm so going to start dieting, exercising and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;puasa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four of us (abang and Papa pi kluar&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'joouhl&lt;/span&gt;' ), sat in Mama's room on her big queen-size bed, all huddled up together to sit and watch Blood and Chocolate. The only thing good about the movie was Oliver Martinez who happened to look &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; hott in the movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, I went to do my L license...It was...interesting... I just couldn't really get what the Chinese instructor was saying. It was so frustrating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing to do except to surf the net and read mangas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this new one...And it's called 'Dogs'. It's really good! It is a manga targeted mostly for 18-30 year old men as it is categorized as 'seinen'. Usually, I read 'shonen' or 'shojo' but this was a refreshing new change! The story is set in the future-sort of like an Alternate Universe. There happens to be a cute guy in it that I like. Hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is mostly about mafias, gangsters, prostitutes; basically really mature stuff. And the gun fights are of the hooks! There're also some sword fights as well...The manga reminds me of Kill Bill, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it; the stuff I did to amuse myself...So boring! Tak sabarlah nak kluar dgn ya'll again, Atiqah, Ayu! Huhuhuhu! I miss ya'll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The dude I like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SDBDyHrPcTI/AAAAAAAAADs/uHCURurGxK4/s1600-h/000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SDBDyHrPcTI/AAAAAAAAADs/uHCURurGxK4/s320/000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201732097945858354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;b&gt;Badō Nails&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;A &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chain_smoker" class="mw-redirect" title="Chain smoker"&gt;chain smoking&lt;/a&gt; freelance journalist and photographer turned gun for hire who has often gotten into humorous, but dangerous situations through work and his addiction to nicotine. He resents being referred to as "eye-patch," but is visually striking with long red hair and an eye-patch over his right eye. He has a scar where his eye should be, and a single long scar on both sides of his hands indicating a violent and possibly traumatic past. Recent chapters have revealed that Badō had an older brother whom he claims has died, but appeared to be the reason why Badō began smoking at a young age. Often seen as a foolish and cartoon-like character because he can flip between extreme elation to murderous violence in relation to the availability of cigarettes. However, his comical mood swings gloss over the otherwise serious nature of the character. He wields a pair of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MAC_10" class="mw-redirect" title="MAC 10"&gt;Mac 10&lt;/a&gt; machine guns.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;He's the read head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="dablink"&gt;This article is about the film.  For other uses, see &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blood_and_Chocolate" title="Blood and Chocolate"&gt;Blood and Chocolate&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;table class="infobox vevent" style="width: 20em; text-align: left; font-size: 90%;" cellspacing="2"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;th class="summary" style="font-size: 110%; text-align: center;" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Blood &amp;amp; Chocolate&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="font-size: 95%; line-height: 1.5em; text-align: center;" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Blood_and_chocolateposter.jpg" class="image" title="Blood and chocolateposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/6/6c/Blood_and_chocolateposter.jpg/200px-Blood_and_chocolateposter.jpg" border="0" height="297" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr class="description"&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th style="font-size: 100%;" colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th style="font-size: 100%;" colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th style="font-size: 100%;" colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blood &amp;amp; Chocolate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; is a film released on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/January_26" title="January 26"&gt;January 26&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2007_in_film" title="2007 in film"&gt;2007&lt;/a&gt;, produced by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lakeshore_Entertainment" title="Lakeshore Entertainment"&gt;Lakeshore Entertainment&lt;/a&gt; and distributed by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MGM" class="mw-redirect" title="MGM"&gt;MGM&lt;/a&gt;. It is an in-name only adaptation of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Young_adult_literature" class="mw-redirect" title="Young adult literature"&gt;young adult novel&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blood_and_Chocolate_%28novel%29" title="Blood and Chocolate (novel)"&gt;Blood and Chocolate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Annette_Curtis_Klause" title="Annette Curtis Klause"&gt;Annette Curtis Klause&lt;/a&gt;, which was adapted into a screenplay by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ehren_Kruger" title="Ehren Kruger"&gt;Ehren Kruger&lt;/a&gt;. It was directed by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Katja_von_Garnier" title="Katja von Garnier"&gt;Katja von Garnier&lt;/a&gt;. The movie was made available on DVD on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/June_12" title="June 12"&gt;June 12&lt;/a&gt;, 2007.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377527483608118410-2605072281816262626?l=jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/2605072281816262626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377527483608118410&amp;postID=2605072281816262626' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/2605072281816262626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/2605072281816262626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/2008/05/bood-and-chocolate-binging-and-boredom.html' title='Bood and Chocolate, Binging and Boredom...'/><author><name>Sparrow_Wing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2jH7i9MK00/TdjlSsYvnZI/AAAAAAAAAao/uQmmvhuF-74/s220/DSC03322.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SDBDyHrPcTI/AAAAAAAAADs/uHCURurGxK4/s72-c/000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-6843939318646018305</id><published>2008-05-08T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T05:45:00.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Outing.</title><content type='html'>We went out! We went out yesterday! Kyaaaah! I'm so glad we went out. Some might be a bit on the blur side and wonder why it's such a big deal to me when I go out with my buds but it's just only cause I don't go out with my buds all that much. Yes, another reason why some people will think I'm a complete freak but hey, I love my family and I like hanging out with them. My mom happens to be one of my very bestest best friends. She totally rocks and the fact that she's really good at bringing me up and everything makes her (in my opinion) the best mom out there! Here's something wicked about her; she actually can tell the difference between P.Diddy and Jay-Z (she listens to T-Pain and Flo Rida's hot new single "Low"). Tell me now she isn't one of the coolest moms out there? (Me: Ha! In your face, suckers!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the day started off with...:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at probably about 9:28...All groggy and grumpy, wondering to myself "Why on Earth did I agree to going out at 11:30 in the first place?????"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drag myself up and trudge along into the shower. Bath...(You don't need to know what I do in the shower, merci be coup).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my sisters slept with me in my room, they're scattered on the floor of my bedroom and that makes it a gazillion times harder for me to get to my cupboard and drawers...After successfully dodging my way from squashing my petite baby sisters, I safely managed to grab a pair of my dark, stretchable (thank GOD it is) jeans, my long sleeved pink t-shirt, my rather &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'kewl'&lt;/span&gt; denim jacket, my make-up bag, my new gold back strap handbag and my perfume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, I've got all the stuff I need, I'm ready to take on the show. It took me about almost an hour to prepare myself for the big day. Amidst putting on my eye shadow, I also had to; rush and charge my hand phone, iron my t-shirt (really wrinkly) and my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hi jab&lt;/span&gt;, and put on my pink sneakers. And let's not forget the must-put-on spritz of perfume. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lo and behold, I finished on time! I checked the clock and was very pleased to find the needles specifically pointing at 11:00! So instead of rushing so much any more, I felt prompted to sit in front of the T.V, pop in 300 in the DVD player and watch my smexy Stelios wave his sword like an almighty spear of death and chop up the Persians....HOTT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minutes later, I look at the clock again and it's already 11:20...So thinking that Atiqah would arrive any minute now, I switch off the DVD player and the T.V and start tying my shoe laces and stuff. And then...I waited...And I waited...And then I waited again...And again...And again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only until it was 12:10 did I see Atiqah and her parents driving and parking right in front of my house. Thrilled to see my buds, I think I momentarily forgot about waiting. I knew that it was nice enough of Atiqah's parents to come and pick me up anyway and they're ALWAYS punctual. In any case, there is no wonder as to why they were late-they had to go and pick Mimi and Elani up and later after I was picked up it was Nishi "The Sushi"'s turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove to Queensbay and guess where we headed off first? Ta-da! Where else but the fabulous Border's Bookstore? So Atiqah and I start rounding around the shelves, completely fascinated with all the books there while Mimi...err...gee, I dunno what she did. I guess, she just went off and looked for other stuff too...Elani, on the other hand, didn't look too thrilled to be dragged into a VERY cold bookstore while she's having a cold and a cough. I think, she probably went off sniffing and blinking tiredly into a corner some where. Poor dear. I do adore her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wandered around and found myself gazing longingly at the shelves of romance novels. I was quite tempted to buy this one book. If remembered correctly, I think it was called 'A Greek God At a Female's Club' or something or other...Ha ha. Mimi came sidling up to me and started telling me that her mom loves romance novels too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I like reading romance novels...&lt;br /&gt;Mimi: Ye? My mom pun suka jugak. Hari tu, my dad beli kat dia dlm used books punya store, it was so cheap!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah? Kat mana tu?&lt;br /&gt;Mimi: Adalah, nanti I bagi tau you, ok?&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Nods enthusiastically*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, I met up with an old school friend of mine; Afiq Zamir. He's really nice! So I chit chatted with him for a while and he ends up joining our group. It is rather sad though, that Ayu-chan couldn't make it...I miss all the Maverick's, BTW. Sigh...That's life, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole bunch of us ridiculous kids-going-to-be-adults went to the top floors to go grab a movie. We had some serious debating going on when all of us couldn't decide which movie to go and watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mimi: Citer hantu tu nampak best gak.&lt;br /&gt;Nishi: I love Japanese ghost stories! (which also translates to: I love Japanese!)&lt;br /&gt;Atiqah: Forbidden Kingdom tu tak best sgt kot? Iron Man lah better!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Iron Man!&lt;br /&gt;Elani: '....'&lt;br /&gt;Afiq: Citer Love tu ok ke?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Iron Man!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: Iron Man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow...so you get the picture. We bought our tickets and discussed what to do during our free time. The movie didn't start until 2:20 and it was only 1:20 then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, we didn't go to McD's or Pizza Hut! La la!~~~~Thank you, Allah! Instead, we went to  Secret Recipes.  I had this Caribbean fillet  with veggie cream sauce and Atiqah had the Pasta with shrimp and cream sauce, while Elani went for the Kid's Fish and Chips. Nishi, on the other hand, declares that he has never tried lasagna and therefore proceeds to order it. Mimi and Afiq headed off to the Laksa Shack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, we rushed back up stairs to catch the film. Guess what? We missed 10 minutes of it coz' Mimi and Afiq were running late. Haha. I can't blame them. Laksa is quite the delicacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, we're hustled into a big dark black room and we watch the movie...And It was just FAB! Robert Downey Jr. has really cleaned up his act from all the drug problems he had! He's as hot as ever and I think he managed to charm Elani, Atiqah and Mimi! Now that's an accomplishment! It's not easy pleasing Atiqah, Mimi and Elani, you know! They have VERY HIGH standards. Lol. Kidding! (Not!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was the synopsis of the movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/AJID/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I actually curi this frm imdb.&lt;br /&gt;I own nothing of it and I'm not profiting frm this at all.&lt;br /&gt;Standard disclaimers apply here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SCMR85wNUUI/AAAAAAAAAB8/SAk5YCyL5HY/s1600-h/Ironmanposter.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SCMR85wNUUI/AAAAAAAAAB8/SAk5YCyL5HY/s320/Ironmanposter.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198018132908527938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="swiki.2"&gt;       &lt;div id="swiki_last"&gt;&lt;div id="swiki.2"&gt;       &lt;div class="display"&gt;     &lt;div id="swiki.2.view"&gt;      &lt;div id="swiki.2.1"&gt; The movie begins with Tony Stark (Robert Downey Jr.) visiting soldiers on duty in the Middle East. He is joking with some members of a convoy who seem to be genuinely amused by his persona. Suddenly, the convoy is attacked. The soldiers fight to defend themselves but are quickly killed. Stark flees when a bomb (bearing the logo of his company, "Stark Industries") explodes, severely wounding Tony's chest. Tony is captured and recorded by a group of terrorists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A flashback sequence reveals Tony's history as a child prodigy before taking over his father's technology company at age 21. Colonel James Rhodes (Terrence Howard) attends a ceremony to present Tony Stark with an award for his work, but Stark is not in attendance. Tony's right-hand man (and his father's former partner) Obadiah Stane (Jeff Bridges) accepts the award in Tony's honor. Rhody later finds Tony partying in a casino. On his way out, a reporter named Christine (Leslie Bibb) approaches Stark with some questions regarding the ethics of his weapons business. Stark deflects her questions with some swift quips and the two end up spending the night together. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwww!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning, Christine is awakened by a voice on a computer monitor. It's JARVIS, the artificial intelligence program responsible for running Tony's house. Christine is greeted by Tony's assistant, "Pepper" Potts (Gwyneth Paltrow) as she leaves the house. Pepper helps Tony catch up on some business before Tony heads out to the airport where his plane is kept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In flight, Tony talks with Rhody. Rhody is unhappy about Tony's lax attitude, and Tony tries to get his old friend to relax. Before long they are drunk and leering at the stewardesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony arrives at a military outpost in the Middle East to demonstrate his company's latest project- the Jericho, a super-missile system. After the demonstration, Tony gets a phone call from Obadiah and they are both pleased that the demonstration went well. Tony goes off with the convoy that is soon attacked by terrorists. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Ha, tu lah degil sgt!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much later, Tony regains consciousness in a cave. His chest is hooked up to a strange device. Another captive, named Yinsen (Shaun Tomb) explains that he operated on Stark but was unable to remove all the shrapnel fragments from the bomb blast. Yinsen created a device-essentially a battery-powered magnet- that will keep the remaining fragments out of Tony's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The agents who captured Tony &amp;amp; Yinsen enter the room. Yinsen translates; they want Tony to build them a Jericho missile. Tony refuses, so they begin to torture Stark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours later, the terrorists show off a huge stockpile of weapons-all made by Stark Industries. Tony appears to relent and start building the missile, but has other plans. With Yinsen's help, Tony constructs a tiny device called an Ark Reactor- a new type of power generator, streamlined from a much bigger design used in one of his companies factory. The power output is enough to run Stark's heart for fifty lifetimes... or something much bigger for about 15 minutes. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Now this part was pretty cool!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony designs a way out for them- a powered weapon suit that he will wear and use to defeat the terrorists. Midway through construction, the head of the terrorist group (The Ten Rings), a man named Raza (Faran Tahir) arrives and attempts to torture Yinsen, angry because he thinks Stark is not working on the Jericho as they wanted. Raza gives them one more day to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yinsen straps Tony into the armored suit, telling him the way out of the cave. They set off a bomb inside the cell as a distraction for the guards as Tony powers up his suit. Yinsen realizes that they will not have enough time. He grabs a gun and runs off to distract the surviving guards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony, fully powered, muscles his way through the cave. The guards try to stop but his suit easily deflects their weapon fire. Halfway out, Stark finds Yinsen, mortally wounded. Tony tearfully thanks Yinsen for saving him, and Yinsen encourages Tony to not waste his life as he dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony turns his suit on the terrorists, igniting flame-throwers. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Die! Thy filthy demons!) &lt;/span&gt;He destroys their stockpile of weapons and uses a rudimentary jet-pack to blast away from the captive zone. The armor is ruined, but he is alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stark walks over a sand dune when a couple of US helicopters fly overhead. A group of soldiers, led by Rhody, come across Tony. Rhody is overjoyed to find that his friend is alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony returns to the United States after three months in captivity. Pepper wants Tony to receive medical treatment, but Tony states that there are only two things he wants: an American cheeseburger and a company press conference. Hours later, Tony appears before a group of reporters and announces that he intends to shut down Stark Industries' weapons manufacturing division immediately. At the same time, Pepper is approached by Agent Phil Coulson (Clark Gregg) of the Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement &amp;amp; Logistic Division agency. They want to talk to Tony Stark about his capture. Pepper schedules an appointment for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening, Obadiah confronts Tony about his actions, furious. Obadiah knows that the stock value for their company (and, by extension, their financial status) is going to take a serious drop because of this announcement. Tony wants Stark Industries to move forward with Ark Reactor technology, but Obadiah thinks that the Ark Reactor is nothing but a publicity stunt. Through the conversation, Tony ends up revealing his prosthetic power-heart to Obadiah. Stane convinces Tony to lay low for a while so the company can sort things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepper watches a news report on the declining value of Stark Industries when Tony asks for her help. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Help! Help! I need petite hands for this!)&lt;/span&gt;He's created an upgraded Ark Reactor but can't install it into his chest without someone to help. Pepper accidentally yanks out the cords for the old reactor too soon, putting Tony on the verge of cardiac arrest. They manage to complete the process in time. Tony tells Pepper to get rid of the old model since h's not a sentimental person. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(I'm not a nostalgic person!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony comes to visit Rhodes and asks for help with a new private project. Rhody does not agree with Tony's approach; he thinks Stark is suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder because of his capture and needs time to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony turns to his other best friend- JARVIS, the A.I. program- for help. Tony's plan is revealed to be an upgrade to his armored suit (referred to as "Mark 2," with the suit from the terrorist cave being Mark 1).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, the terrorists who held Tony captive are searching the desert, gathering all fragments of the original armor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony decides that the first thing he has to do is perfect the armor's flight system. Since the leg-mounted jets prove too unstable, he creates arm mounted stabilizers to balance out the system. Pepper comes in when he is testing the stabilizers and they find that it also creates a powerful repulsion beam that could also be used as a weapon. Pepper leaves a box on Tony's desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obadiah visits Tony and reveals that the board of directors have filed an injunction to gain control of Stark Industries. Tony isn't worried; he still maintains controlling interest in Stark Industries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony finally manages to perfect his flight system, and is delighted at the prospect of flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new armored suit is soon finished, looking like a heavily-streamlined version of Tony's Mark 1 armor. Tony connects with Jarvis to monitor the progress in the suit. Tony decides to take it out for a test flight, and he is thrilled by everything the suit can do. Tony decides to push the limit for higher-atmosphere flying, but at such great heights the suit becomes coated with ice and his power supply shuts down. Tony is barely able to activate his thrusters in time to avoid crashing into the ground. Stark returns home, but the armor is so heavy that it crashes through three floors of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Tony recovers from his crash landing, he opens the box that Pepper left behind earlier. It's his original Ark-Reactor heart, with a special border around it reading "Proof That Tony Stark Has A Heart." &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Awwwwww!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony analyzes more data and decides to rebuild the suit using gold titanium from an old project to solve the icing problem. Tony also instructs Jarvis to add some "hot-rod red" paint to the next suit, codenamed Mark 3. Tony then leaves to attend his annual benefit dinner while the suit is being painted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the charity event, Tony meets with Agent Coulson- who still wants to learn about Tony's incident. Tony then leaves to dance with Pepper and they share a moment together in the moonlight. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Awwww! Really, they should've just kissed!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony is confronted by Christine, the reporter from an earlier scene. She shows him photographs of his weapons being used by a terrorist group the previous day in the Middle East. Tony confronts Obadiah on the matter, and Obadiah reveals that he is the one who filed the injunction against Tony. Obadiah calls himself an "Iron Monger," and has no qualms about selling Stark Industries weapons to both sides of the conflict. Tony returns home, furious. When the new suit is completed, Stark steps in and essentially transforms into Iron Man for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a Middle East village, terrorists are rounding up civilians for capture &amp;amp; execution when they are confronted by a mysterious figure in red and gold. Iron Man has arrived. Within seconds, he defeats the terrorists and destroys the weapons they had obtained. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Triple T. K. A--Time to totally kick ass!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Iron Man leaves the area, two F-22 jets spot him. Col. Rhodes is asked about the status of any new developments. He contacts Tony, who claims that he knows nothing about what is happening. Iron Man tries to outrun the jets but they are too much for him. Tony calls Rhodes and reveals that he is responsible for the "unidentified craft." Rhody is furious about Tony sending in unauthorized equipment, and horrified when Tony explains that the "equipment" is actually himself! Iron Man is hit by one fighter jet, sending him flying into the wing of the second jet. The pilot is forced to eject, but the parachute fails to open. Iron Man, still under fire, manages to fly in and successfully deploy the parachute in time to save the pilot's life. Tony convinces Rhody to pass off what happened with the jets as a "training exercise."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Tony arrives back at home, Pepper catches him removing the Iron Man armor. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(What is going on here????)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, the Ten Rings terrorist group is visited by none other than Obadiah. It is revealed that Stane paid the Ten Rings members to kill Stark, but they realized who Stark was and demanded a much higher price. Obadiah takes the remnants of the Mark 1 armor they have gathered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony tries to talk Pepper into helping him, believing that nothing else matters but stopping the people who he put in harm's way. Pepper is moved by Tony's dedication, and agrees.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (Aye, Aye&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;captain!)&lt;/span&gt; She goes into Obadiah's office with a tiny piece of equipment designed to copy files from the computer. As Pepper sifts through stored files, she finds a video from the terrorists proving that Obadiah was responsible for Tony's capture. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(I knew it!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obadiah comes into the office just as she is leaving, but Pepper manages to get away. However, as soon as he powers up the computer, Obadiah realizes what she was up to. On the way out, Pepper is joined by Agent Coulson and he agrees to help stop Obadiah with his fellow agents. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(You're going down, Obadiah!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obadiah meets with his team of developers working on his own armored suit. They cannot figure out how to create a power source for the suit. Stane is furious; then realizes that he has one other option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stane arrives at Tony's house and paralyzes him with a sonic weapon. Obadiah yanks out the power source from Tony's heart, taunting him all the while. After he leaves, Tony realizes that he has only one hope for survival- the preserved Ark Reactor that Pepper gave him in a display case. He gets the power source installed just as Rhody arrives. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Thank god for Pepper, eh?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepper, Coulson and several other agents arrive at Obadiah's research facility. They spot the Mark 1 Armor and a storage location where something else was kept. Just then, a gigantic robotic suit comes to life and attacks them- it's Obadiah's counterpart suit, code-named the Iron Monger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhody watches Tony suit up, awestruck at the Iron Man costume. As Tony flies away, Rhody looks at the prototype silver suit Tony built earlier... then shakes his head and mumbles "Next time." &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(I thought it was 'Next time, baby!')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iron Man arrives and begins to fight Iron Monger. Jarvis warns Tony that he has only about half power in the suit; the older power source wasn't designed to wrok alongside the newer suit. The two ironclad warriors have a huge battle. Tony grabs the Iron Monger and climbs higher. Iron Monger struggles but before long begins to freeze up- his suit still has the same icing problem that Tony's other suit had. Iron Monger manages to escape from this, and Iron Man is now almost completely powerless. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Uh, oh!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony instructs Pepper to overload the building's Ark Reactor, which will generate a shockwave strong enough to knock out the Iron Monger's suit. Pepper is hesitant, believing that Tony could also be killed. Tony manages to keep fighting while she builds up power to the Reactor. The Ark explodes, taking out Obadiah and injuring Tony. But the energy wave from the Reactor also manages to re-charge Tony's heart battery, saving him from death. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Again: Thank God for Pepper!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days later, Rhody holds a press conference about the incident with the two robots. Tony is impressed with the newspaper's coming up with the name "Iron Man," and plans to adopt it. Agent Coulson has released cover stories about Obadiah and the "truth" about Iron Man (who will be referred to as Stark's bodyguard). Pepper thanks Coulson but cannot remember the full name of the group he belongs to. Coulson just tells them to call it S.H.I.E.L.D. and states that they will be in touch again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony goes before the reporters once more, and prepares to comply with the cover story. But, before he can even start, Tony Stark throws away his notes and declares "I am Iron Man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much later (after the credits), Tony returns home to find a mysterious man in black telling him that as Iron Man, Tony has become part of a larger universe. Tony asks who the man is. He turns around and introduces himself- Nick Fury, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. (Samuel L. Jackson). He's come to talk with Tony Stark about an upcoming project- known only as "The Avenger Initiative." &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Dang! I didn't see this part!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;                   &lt;div id="swiki_last"&gt; Page last updated by paladin-64, 1 day ago &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So it's written by paladin-64&lt;br /&gt;and I didn't write it all.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not as rajin as Atiqah-dono, here is!&lt;br /&gt;Bite me!&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I added a couple of notes just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for the fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I thought this little something from Wikipedia was really good! The part about Downey being a likable assh*le was really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Robert Downey Jr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; plays &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iron_Man" title="Iron Man"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tony Stark, Iron Man&lt;/b&gt;: Favreau had planned to cast a newcomer in the role, but ultimately chose Downey (a fan of the comic) because he felt the actor's past, including &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;cocaine&lt;/span&gt; abuse, made him an appropriate choice for the part. "The best and worst moments of Robert's life have been in the public eye," the director explained. "He had to find an inner balance to overcome obstacles that went far beyond his career. That's Tony Stark. Robert brings a depth that goes beyond a comic-book character who is having trouble in high school, or can't get the girl." Favreau also felt Downey could make Stark a "likable asshole", but also depict an authentic emotional journey once he won over the audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was what happened next:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mimi goes home early coz she can't stay with us for very long. Boo-hoo! Sad-sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A little problem with everyone's hand phone-- Mine: Out of credit.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                 Atiqah: Can't open without PUK no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;                                                                                                         Elani: Battery low.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                 Nishi: HP looks like skeletor's and out of credit.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                 Hafiz: No comment....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We went and bought my Hotlink Top-up. Atiqah, called her dad and told him we're ready to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Kept running into Aiman and his gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Stopped at McDonald's to get Elani's dinner (mom's not cooking) and me and Atiqah had chocolate sundaes each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Crawled back to Border's so Atiqah could grab her books. I envy her! I wished I had enough money to buy a couple of my own. Actually I had the money, I just couldn't use it coz' if I did then I'd be broke...Boo-hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Headed down and browsed around in Forever 21 with my lovely fellow Napster. All we did was look but it sure was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Atiqah's dad calls and we all hop into the car and head back home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's about it. The rest of the day; I just hogged the computer and finished my Cute Guys post and commented Napster's update! Hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since Napster and Elani aren't very familiar with how cute Robert was when he was young....Well, then:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SCQ-GdxFVkI/AAAAAAAAACE/7b70TP5N1N8/s1600-h/Robert-Downey-Jr-Photograph-C10042207.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SCQ-GdxFVkI/AAAAAAAAACE/7b70TP5N1N8/s320/Robert-Downey-Jr-Photograph-C10042207.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198348150683031106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SCQ_CdxFVmI/AAAAAAAAACU/HWT0ifAqe_4/s1600-h/-Robert_Downey_Jr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SCQ_CdxFVmI/AAAAAAAAACU/HWT0ifAqe_4/s320/-Robert_Downey_Jr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198349181475182178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he just too sweet looking? I always thought he was cute! Well, ta ta for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja matta ne!~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377527483608118410-6843939318646018305?l=jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/6843939318646018305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377527483608118410&amp;postID=6843939318646018305' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/6843939318646018305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/6843939318646018305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/2008/05/outing.html' title='The Outing.'/><author><name>Sparrow_Wing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2jH7i9MK00/TdjlSsYvnZI/AAAAAAAAAao/uQmmvhuF-74/s220/DSC03322.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SCMR85wNUUI/AAAAAAAAAB8/SAk5YCyL5HY/s72-c/Ironmanposter.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-8193915576214966599</id><published>2008-04-21T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T08:32:53.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Guys</title><content type='html'>Okay, don't ask me why I'm going to ramble on about cute guys for the next...Gee, I dunno couple of hours maybe? Well, don't ask me why I'm gonna launch in and talk about cute guys for the next few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute guys....How do you describe cute guys? In the first place, why are they even called cute guys? Now let's see what the words even mean; cute is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;comel &lt;/span&gt;in Malay and guys means &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lelaki. &lt;/span&gt;So is it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lelaki comel&lt;/span&gt;, we're talking about here? Not quite! You know why I wrote not quite? Because basically&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lelaki comel &lt;/span&gt;in Malay is like only describing cutsie kind of boys. You know the ones with baby pink lips and muke yang hampir2 nampak cam girls? Yeah, now that's lelaki comel. If you happen to be a big fat huge manga/anime buff like me then you'll understand that these boys are called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bishounen. Bi &lt;/span&gt;in Japanese means beautiful and the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shounen&lt;/span&gt; means boys. You watch any animes or mangas out there, you will find a certain difficulty within yourself to dicipher which ones are the boys and which ones are the girls. It gets a little confusing at first as the boys tend to look like females. And no I am NOT kidding. Usually, the best way to tell them apart from girls is by listening to their voices. Despite their very feminine looks, the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; bishounens&lt;/span&gt; happen to have very masculine voices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SCHC4JwNUKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Kv4L-lmEef8/s1600-h/bishounen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SCHC4JwNUKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Kv4L-lmEef8/s320/bishounen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197649714908844194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SCHJ_pwNUQI/AAAAAAAAABY/yYn51roNCLs/s1600-h/htuybtyu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SCHJ_pwNUQI/AAAAAAAAABY/yYn51roNCLs/s320/htuybtyu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197657540339257602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SCHKqZwNURI/AAAAAAAAABg/Ks7Tt5rz4Q0/s1600-h/22eef352ad0a5ee6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SCHKqZwNURI/AAAAAAAAABg/Ks7Tt5rz4Q0/s320/22eef352ad0a5ee6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197658274778665234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SCHLIZwNUSI/AAAAAAAAABo/vVSmA9QSLTY/s1600-h/shoujomagic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SCHLIZwNUSI/AAAAAAAAABo/vVSmA9QSLTY/s320/shoujomagic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197658790174740770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And get this, all these cute bishounens are NOT yaoi (gay)!&lt;br /&gt;At least, not the one from Vampire Knight and ShoujoMagic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute guys, on the other hand, however, are men who are gorgeously handsome...We call them cute coz they have a certain boyish cuteness quality about them even though they are fully grown men. Heh. Confusing? You got that right! Okay, let's see who I can grab and push him up here on this fantastic blog of mine...Brad Pitt is a perfect, perfect, perfect example of a cute guy! No scratch that, he is the EPITOME of cute guys. He is the CUTE GUY! Who else are cute guys...Let's see...(Me: Look alive men!!!! Start puffing out those bods!) Oh, James Marsden is a hot, hot, hottie! And so's Hugh Jackman, Johnny Depp, Orlando Bloom, etc, etc, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SCG_U5wNUII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zyb7rudlOY0/s1600-h/jamesmarsdenzu6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SCG_U5wNUII/AAAAAAAAAAY/zyb7rudlOY0/s320/jamesmarsdenzu6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197645810783572098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SCHAx5wNUJI/AAAAAAAAAAg/FeF6GKMB8oM/s1600-h/johnny_depp_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SCHAx5wNUJI/AAAAAAAAAAg/FeF6GKMB8oM/s320/johnny_depp_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197647408511406226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SCHEQJwNULI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ICpsR0IDSo4/s1600-h/hugh_jackman2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SCHEQJwNULI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ICpsR0IDSo4/s320/hugh_jackman2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197651226737332402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SCHGkJwNUMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/bMYW9uXKNSs/s1600-h/michael-fassbender.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SCHGkJwNUMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/bMYW9uXKNSs/s320/michael-fassbender.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197653769357971650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SCHHwZwNUPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/nnsIqxnOAOg/s1600-h/brad_pitt_14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SCHHwZwNUPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/nnsIqxnOAOg/s320/brad_pitt_14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197655079322996978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, these guys are all cute guys, all hotties...With hot hot bods...With muscled chests (Me: Drool...!), tight behind, broad shoulders, muscular arms (Me: Drools even more... Atiqah: Jeilah! Sudahlah tu!) and so on and so forth. Yeah. A cute face is never enough. Don't ask me why Allah made human beings such pathetic and shallow creatures. For us Muslims, we just take it as a challenge that we're put through. A &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dugaan &lt;/span&gt;(as we so wonderfully would say it in Malay), that we have to rise up against and find the inner beauty of our own kind. But enough about that, the fact is, we're all shallow fools! We like looking at beautiful things...It's just the way we are made. It doesn't matter at all whatever the hell we are...If we're Malay, Chinese, Japanese, or if we're straight or gay or bi...All of us enjoy looking at beautiful people (and things too). For a straight, female, hormonal young adult such as myself, I enjoy looking at gorgeous men. It cannot be helped. I'm made that way. If you want to say mean things to me and diss in my face about what a sl*t/wh$re I am then you can go kiss my wonderfully rounded behind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your information, I haven't EVER EVER EVER in my entire eighteen years of life, had I ever had a boyfriend before. NEVER NEVER never EVER! Now I won't lie, I'm not gonna sit back and say I've never wanted one. I have! I have wanted one for many many times already! Surprising much? Not quite. Like all normal growing females, I too have desires and wants and needs of my own. One of my most yearned for desire would be to have a boyfriend. I'll be honest and tell all of you mad stupid people who think I'm a freak coz I haven't yet had a boyfriend, that there is absolutely nothing abnormal about me not having a bf yet. I have strong faith in Islam and under such upbringing that I have had the honor to receive from my fabulous parents, I have come to value my reputation as a good girl. As a good Muslim girl. Now make no mistake my friends, I'm not all that good. I have done very stupid and wrong things myself. But unlike you sad suckers out there, I try to make amends of myself. Instead of trying to be smart and concentrate on your studies and trying to please your parents, you go off to clubs and pubs and party all night long with your sick perverted useless scum bag of a boyfriend. And yet you still think to yourself "This is the sick sad pathetic piece of sh@t you're going to end up with..." Take time to realize that it's with this kind of crap that you put yourself into is what makes you one of the most stupid people on earth. You put yourself in that kind of situation, your the one that's to be blamed, you are the fool who just sits back waste your life away instead of trying to do good for the world and for the afterlife. Baik ko dok rumah, amik air sembahyang, and solat skit. That would be a 1000 times better then going out clubbing and drinking beer and wasting your life away. Sure, it's your life but remember that wasting it makes you trash that is unworthy of living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SCHHMJwNUNI/AAAAAAAAABA/mva0HkkZXvs/s1600-h/19+kissing+boy%40girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SCHHMJwNUNI/AAAAAAAAABA/mva0HkkZXvs/s320/19+kissing+boy%40girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197654456552739026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SCHHgpwNUOI/AAAAAAAAABI/88BHWoU2vNE/s1600-h/b-boy_girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SCHHgpwNUOI/AAAAAAAAABI/88BHWoU2vNE/s320/b-boy_girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197654808740057314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seriously, you wanna be like this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I've never had a boyfriend. No, I don't go out without the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hi jab&lt;/span&gt; and no, I have never before been engaged in intimate congress. Just because I've never done any of those things does not however, means that I am a prude &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ustazah&lt;/span&gt;. You sick ass pieces of sh@t should really get that through your heads! I read romance novels that are quite mature (if you know what I mean), and I watch movies that are also quite mature. But instead of dressing up and acting like those filthy tarts, I take it as a big huge no-no. I don't do it. I don't wear tight little t-shirts. I don't dare even dream of wearing a 20cm long skirt. The music I listen to pun aren't at all prude. I listen to Rihanna (not a big fan of her), Sean Kingston, Gwen Stefani, Mariah Carey, Will.i.am, Fergie, Britney Spears, Snoop Dogg, P.Diddy, Linkin Park, etc, etc. So yeah, I may be virgin but I am not a prude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's great for all of you out there who do not do ridiculous nonsense like that with your boyfriends. Yeah, that's awesome. Good for you. But yg Islam tu jaga2 lah skit. Jgn smapai dah mula meraba-raba, sampai dah berpegang tgn, smapai dah bercium-cium. Tu org kata haram namanya dan haram tu berdosa. It's sinful of a woman and  a man to touch each other before marriage. Don't look at me, it's not my rules, it's Allah's. So too bad so sad for ya'll S/W out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back on track again, shall we? So sure, I don't have a  boyfriend. But I'll be honest and say that there have been temptations. There have been a lot of temptation. I'm tempted. Really, I am. What crazy hormonal teenager wouldn't be? It's not the idea of having a cute guy with you; it's actually the idea of someone making you feel special, making you fell wanted, desired, loved. Someone to laugh with and cry with. A person that is always there for who loves you and whom you love back! That is the idea of having a boyfriend that tempts me. Any normal, romantic, teenager would probably feel the same. It is nice to have a special someone with you but now is not the time for such things. I'm allowed to look for a bf when I get into Uni/College (which won't be for long). Then, I'll find a nice guy and see what are my chances of ending up with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, all females (the ones who aren't lesbos), like to look at cute guys. We enjoy looking at cute guys. We too, have desires, you know. I have come to terms with it and know that there is nothing I can do about my desires. You have to accept it. You will have desires but there is absolutely nothing wrong with it. You just have to control it. Alah, sat2 je nak tunggu pun. Nati silap hari bulan kawin gak....Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trivia (Johnny Depp)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chosen by Empire magazine as one of the "100 Sexiest Stars in Film History" (#1). [1995]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Daughter, with &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0660854/"&gt;Vanessa Paradis&lt;/a&gt;, Lily-Rose Melody Depp. [27 May 1999]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Arrested for being in a fight with paparazzis in front of a restaurant in London. [January 1999]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ranked #67 in Empire (UK) magazine's The Top-100 Movie Stars of All Time list. [October 1997]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chosen by People (USA) Magazine as one of the 50 Most Beautiful People in the World. [1996]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Voted Empire's (UK) Sexiest Male Movie Star of All Time. [1995]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Has twice recorded with British band &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1323818/"&gt;Oasis&lt;/a&gt;. Most notably, he plays lead slide guitar on the track "Fade In-Out", from the 1997 album Be Here Now. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0302462/"&gt;Noel Gallagher&lt;/a&gt;, Oasis's lead guitarist, was allegedly too drunk to perform it himself, so celebrity pal Depp stepped in and nailed the lead on one take.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Arrested for trashing a New York apartment. [1994]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ex-fiancées: &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000145/"&gt;Sherilyn Fenn&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0609017/"&gt;Kate Moss&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000426/"&gt;Jennifer Grey&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000213/"&gt;Winona Ryder&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When engaged to &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000213/"&gt;Winona Ryder&lt;/a&gt;, he had "Winona forever" tattooed on his arm. After the broke up, he had the n and a surgically removed to simply say "Wino forever!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Was the guitarist in a band called The Kids.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Currently plays in a band called P.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trivia (Brad Pitt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chosen by Empire magazine as one of the 100 Sexiest Stars in film history (#23). [1995]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Turned down a role as an astronaut in &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0112384/"&gt;Apollo 13&lt;/a&gt; (1995) to accept his role in &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0114369/"&gt;Se7en&lt;/a&gt; (1995).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Posed for a campus calendar in college.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A girl went to Pitt's Hollywood-area home shortly after midnight Jan. 7, 1999 and crawled in through an open window, dressed herself in his clothes and stayed for 10 hours before the alarm went off. Athena Rolando, 19, was ordered not to contact the actor and to stay 100 yards away from him for three years. [1999]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ranked #32 in Empire (UK) magazine's "The Top 100 Movie Stars of All Time" list. [October 1997]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mutally agrees to split with &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000569/"&gt;Gwyneth Paltrow&lt;/a&gt;. [June 1997]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Banned from entering China because of his role in &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0120102/"&gt;Seven Years in Tibet&lt;/a&gt; (1997). [1997]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chosen by "People" magazine as one of the 50 most beautiful people in the world. [1997]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Engaged to actress &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000569/"&gt;Gwyneth Paltrow&lt;/a&gt;. [20 December 1996]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Donated $100,000 to the Discovery Center - a children's learning museum in his hometown of Springfield, MO. [June 1996]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chosen by People (USA) magazine as one of the 50 most beautiful people in the world. [1996]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;His first starring role in a feature film was in &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0118930/"&gt;The Dark Side of the Sun&lt;/a&gt; (1997), shot in pre-war Yugoslavia during the summer of 1988. As editing neared completion, civil war broke out in the region and much of the footage was lost. In 1996, after a five-year search, all of the lost footage was found and returned to producer &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1163101/"&gt;Andjelo Arandjelovic&lt;/a&gt;, who is working on getting a distribution deal. Pitt was paid $1,523 per week for seven weeks. He played a young American taken by his family to the Adriatic Sea to search for a cure for a rare skin disease.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Purchased a mansion is Southern California from the actress who portrays "Elvira" (&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005308/"&gt;Cassandra Peterson&lt;/a&gt;). He reportedly paid $1.7 million for the house. This mansion is filled with antiques and has a "vampirish" look to it. [1996]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1994: Given title "Sexiest Man Alive" from People Magazine, after making &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0110322/"&gt;Legends of the Fall&lt;/a&gt; (1994).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;May 1992: Lived in Southern California with friend &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0799629/"&gt;Buck Simmonds&lt;/a&gt;, who starred with him in &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0105265/"&gt;A River Runs Through It&lt;/a&gt; (1992).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dated &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000496/"&gt;Juliette Lewis&lt;/a&gt;. They met on the set of the NBC movie of the week &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0100797/"&gt;Too Young to Die?&lt;/a&gt; (1990) (TV). They also did &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0107302/"&gt;Kalifornia&lt;/a&gt; (1993) together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He was the third choice for the role of J.D. in &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0103074/"&gt;Thelma &amp;amp; Louise&lt;/a&gt; (1991). &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000287/"&gt;William Baldwin&lt;/a&gt;, the first choice, left to star in &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0101393/"&gt;Backdraft&lt;/a&gt; (1991).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Had to learn to fly-cast for his role in &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0105265/"&gt;A River Runs Through It&lt;/a&gt; (1992). He practiced on top of buildings in Hollywood. During these practices he frequently hooked himself in the back of his head.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Voted "Best Actor" by viewers of MTV's &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0094425/"&gt;"The Big Picture"&lt;/a&gt; (1988) in 1995.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Was a journalism major in college with an advertising focus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Listed as one of twelve "Promising New Actors of 1991" in John Willis' Screen World, Vol. 43. [1991]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Graduated from Kickapoo High School in Springfield, Mo. [1982]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dropped out of the University of Missouri School of Journalism (Columbia, Missouri).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In high school was a member of the golf, tennis, and swim teams.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Belonged to the Key Club and the Forensics Club in High School.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Listed in "People Weekly"s "Most Intriguing People" list. (December 25, 1995/January 1, 1996 issue)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He has a brother Doug, born in 1966 and a sister Julie, born in 1969.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Given title "Sexiest Man Alive" from People Magazine, Mr. Pitt was also People's choice in 1995. [2000]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Was considered for the lead in &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0133093/"&gt;The Matrix&lt;/a&gt; (1999).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Has his teeth capped.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sued Damiani International, the company which created the wedding ring he gave &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000098/"&gt;Jennifer Aniston&lt;/a&gt;. According to Pitt, the ring was his design and was to be exclusive. The company has since been selling replicas and indicating Pitt/Aniston's endorsement of the ring. [18 July 2001]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He and ex-wife &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000098/"&gt;Jennifer Aniston&lt;/a&gt; spent $1 million on their wedding. [2000]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He and ex-wife &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000098/"&gt;Jennifer Aniston&lt;/a&gt; reached a settlement with Damiani International. The pair claimed the company agreed to never reproduce their wedding rings, but it manufactured and sold "Brad and Jennifer" rings in 18 karat white or yellow gold, featuring either 12 or 13 diamonds and costing about $1,000 apiece. Under the settlement, Pitt will now design jewelry for Damiani that Aniston will model in ads, and Damiani will stop selling the Pitt and Aniston copies. 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And going there has been a great experience. The birthday bash was a very lovely and refreshing experience. I've never been to such a party before. Some are similar no doubt, but meeting a few people who are dubbed as 'celebrities' is a nice change from what we are all used to. Okay, I'll be honest and say that the whole meeting-the-rich-and-famous-thing wasn't as exciting or as thrilling as you might imagine. I think it was because these 'celebrities' aren't the people I'm particularly a fan of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...Let's see, who do I really wanna meet more than anyone else in the world? Let's make a list shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Johnny Depp- his wonderful and outstanding performance as Capt. Jack Sparrow got me hooked on him instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SCRO8NxFVqI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Lh0ocqFA8Ig/s1600-h/jack_sparrow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SCRO8NxFVqI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Lh0ocqFA8Ig/s320/jack_sparrow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198366666287044258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/AJID/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. James Marsden-He's cute and gorgeous...What more do I have to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SCRQPdxFVtI/AAAAAAAAADM/Bajr6MRAOaY/s1600-h/marsden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SCRQPdxFVtI/AAAAAAAAADM/Bajr6MRAOaY/s320/marsden.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198368096511153874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The Prophet Muhammad- Well, yes, I know he's deceased but he would be the man I would truly LOVE to meet. He comes in third only because I know I can't meet him. Well, at least, not while I'm still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Uchiha Itachi-Oh, it'll be truly exciting to discover all the secrets this bastard keeps in his dark closet. Very exciting indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/AJID/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SCRPxdxFVrI/AAAAAAAAAC8/alLvE47TgiQ/s1600-h/2576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SCRPxdxFVrI/AAAAAAAAAC8/alLvE47TgiQ/s320/2576.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198367581115078322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. VC Andrews-She's a brilliant author, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Nicholas Sparks-A male romantic. And an author who writes books that move me to tears. What more do you want to make it plain that I adore this guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My future husband-Hey, what girl doesn't wanna meet her future spouse? I rest my case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. My future children-Same thing I said at future husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. William Shakespeare-Another male romantic and an old one at that. (a dead one as well).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Various manga artists-Makers of Naruto, Rurouni Kenshin, Death Note, RAVE, Dragon Ball, etc, etc, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, having said that I'll tell you who were the people I got to meet at the said birthday party. There was this guy from the Raja Lawak show. A show, fortunately, that I do not watch. I didn't know who the fellow was at all, not until someone mentioned it to me and even then I did not jump up and down in giddy excitement. I'll say this though, he was very interesting to watch and I thought he was quite amusing as well. His silly and over-dramatic acts were clearly an attempt to get all the kids present that day into a happy and cheery mood and guess what? It worked. I immediately began to think fondly of him afterwards and thought "Hey, he was pretty nice to the kids."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were several others who were considered as well known people but I didn't bothered about them so much as all they did was strut around, nibbled their food slowly and bid my cousins good bye. These set of people didn't interest me at all and I couldn't have cared less about who the hell they were. One of them were from one of the Akedemi Fantasia seasons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party unfolded itself nicely. When I first arrived I was filled with a sense of anticipation and excitement. But those feelings vaporised into the air when I kept glancing over at a table of extremely rich kids laughing and screeching their heads off at the clown as he tried to make a poodle balloon. The rich kids were, unfortunately, my cousin, Athirah's friends. I'll be honest and say I was slightly intimidated with this group of aristocracy but at the back of my mind I kept telling myself that I didn't ever need to feel like that in front of these spoiled brats. I am perfectly happy with my life right now and couldn't give a damn about being chauffeur driven or getting my nails done at some expensive nail spa or  getting my hands on the latest Chanel handbag. With that in mind, I tried my best to ignore the table of rich kids and concentrated on feeling excited and happy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things got better when the food was served. The food wasn't great. What they had that day was a large container of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nasi goreng&lt;/span&gt;, another large container of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bi hun goreng&lt;/span&gt;, a couple of trays of egg sandwiches and sardine sandwiches (quite nice), a small tray of custard éclairs (this was pretty good) and a tray of prettily decorated cupcakes; all small and perfect, covered smoothly with a a layer of pink, green and blue icing with edible silver balls on top. I ate my fair share of the food. I wasn't a glutton but I knew that just by popping in 3 custard éclairs into my mouth, I could kiss my diet good bye and watch it sail out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the little kiddies, friends of my much younger cousins (Ziyad-8 yrs old and Hannah-6 yrs old) were dancing and jumping about in a mad way on the tiny stage. Some were going all out in their dancing. I remember this cute kid who kept shuffling and every once in a while, would get on his arms and flip his body upwards in a super cool way like the way you see break dancers do. He was quite the show-off but he was highly entertaining and fun to watch. My parents and I laughed like crazy when he started to wriggle his body gracefully when a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dangdut&lt;/span&gt; song came on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of times throught the party, I went down stairs to keep company with my grandmother who couldn't afford to walk up the long flight of stairs as she has very chronic athsma. During such times, I missed the part when the clown made the rich boy brats dance and air guitar on stage. I would have loved to watch that. Air guitaring is really funny and personally, I think it takes great skill to pull off a good air guitar solo...Ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I even got a beautiful body paint tattoo on my hand. It was baby blue and it was an illustration of lovely delicate flowers all intertwined with each other by a trail and swirl of vines and leaves. I took a picture of it with our camera. My sisters had their hands painted on too and we all got very feminine-like pictures on ourselves. My younger sister had pink roses painted on her and my youngest sis had a butterfly on the back of her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really looking forward to the part where the cakes would arrive and we'd be able to cut it and eat the glorious thing. My Mak Su had ordered 4 different types of cakes. The first two had the same flavor and icing but the dressing was completely different. My cousin Ziyad had his cake in the form of Transformers logo all decked up in a masive mix of bright yellow, red and black. Hannah had hers in baby blue, pink and other colors needed to form a picture of a Bratz doll, strutting her stuff in a model-like way on the pink and blue cake. My baby cousin, who is now a 1 year old, had large cupcakes all designed as The Sesame Street characters. There was Big Bird and the Cookie Monster and the red Elmo. I think I still remember my baby cousin's expression when my Mak Su brought out the cupcakes from its box one by one and arranged it on the table. I think he had a look of utter joy and he waved his arms in the cute baby way all babies do when they get excited about something. He even had a grin on his face. Well, baby Farhad looked just oh, so adorable to me. I could have just grabbed him and eat him up instead but the little ball of fluff was just being cranky to all of those he sees as strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this is the part where I turn myself into the pig that I am and gobbled down the pieces of cakes I took. The best was my cousin Athirah's birthday cake! She had a cute round chocolate fudge cake covered in a layer of melted chocolate and a couple of light edible pink roses on top of it. This was the part where I stop so all of you don't get grossed out by the way I eat. Just kidding. I don't think I was being that grotesque... At least, I hope not...Gulps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to sing on stage when we had our karaoke session. I sang Dancing Queen by ABBA and even I Want It That Way by Backstreet Boys with my sisters. It was really fun and I even did a little head twitch here and there throughout the songs. Mama made a video out of it with our digital camera and I thought I didn't sound too bad although I wasn't exactly that great either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, by the time we were singing, most of the guests had gone back home already. And Athirah's famous chocolate fudge cake had disappeared into all our bellies. I could see my Mak Su grabbing the huge load of presents and stuffing the whole lot into humongous baskets. She loaded them up in her husband's car; Uncle Jaai.  But when we were heading out , we luckily bumped into the Mas Aji from the popular Indonesian series; Nabila. He was fairly nice and friendly with my cousins and aunt. He even asked my Mak Su "Wow! Anak semua dilahirkan pada bulan April! Scizerian ke?" to which my Mak Su cried an anguished "Eh! Tak lah! Anugerah Tuhan!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to take a photo with him. Unfortunately, thanks to our session of stuffing ourselves with the mountain of junk food, not all of us could fit into my Uncle Jaai's poor car so we had to take trips instead. I hanged around at the Putri Restaurant with my aunty, Athirah and her friend whom I know as Mel. We chatted happily and my Mak Su couldn't help herself and instead gave into the demands of her stomach and ordered &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nasi goreng kampung &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tom yam.&lt;/span&gt; I had to refuse that for a gazillion times. I didn't think my bloated stomach could take it any more. I thought I would burst!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About twenty minutes later, my mom arrived with our Proton Wira and all of us lumbered into the car and drove off. After dropping Mel at her apartment, we headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I managed to change into a plain and simple &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kaftan &lt;/span&gt;first before I joined my cousins for the big event of unwrapping the presents. My young cousin, Hannah was particularly thrilled that she received a beautiful hot pink glittered make up box. She liked her other presents too, but I couldn't help notice it was that make up box she slowly but surely carried off too into her room that night (she left the others on the floor of the living room where they unwrapped it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin Ziyad was pleased with his millions of toys and books. He loved our gift of Beyond The Spiderwick Chronicles--the new installment to the Chronicle series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Farhad Selahuddin was oblivious to our gift--a Baby Gap shirt and some rather expensive pair of trousers with a brand name I can't remember at the moment....Well, what exactly do you expect from a one year old baby who only goes "Da, da, da, da, da....." all the time? He was content with having to chew on a fluffy pillow thingie he got for his birthday though...What an adorable fluffy thing he is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole thing ended, I headed up the stairs with my sisters and fell asleep contented after performing my nightly prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you what else we did the next day on Sunday...Well, we went bowling and had a blast too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, long story short, now we've arrived home and all I can say is that I'm just ever so happy with way things worked out even though I didn't make it to the outing with my buds....Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377527483608118410-187324695872746146?l=jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/187324695872746146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377527483608118410&amp;postID=187324695872746146' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/187324695872746146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/187324695872746146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/2008/04/getting-back-from-kl-big-birthday-bash.html' title='Getting back from KL-The Big Birthday Bash...'/><author><name>Sparrow_Wing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2jH7i9MK00/TdjlSsYvnZI/AAAAAAAAAao/uQmmvhuF-74/s220/DSC03322.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fAqu5DbWets/SCRO8NxFVqI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Lh0ocqFA8Ig/s72-c/jack_sparrow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-702811581413684208</id><published>2008-03-27T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T06:41:57.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am going to KL tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Okay, ya'll. Now that I have released my tension to that stupid poerto rican SLUT, I am free to be happy and breezy. I'm going off to KL tomorrow and I'm sure I'm gonna have a good time. It's about the only thing that I've been looking forward to. Gentle cakap, aku malas nak pikir pasal pompuan bengap cam, dia tu. Sbnrnya benda tu dah jadi lame dah tapi aku naik meladak bila aku pikir2 balik, aku dah lame pendam benda tu dalam hati. Lega skit rasenya bila dah lepas geram tu. Phew! Fed up tau bila org sesedap je panggil aku ni 'flamer' and 'rude'. Ade plak si bodoh ni yg bace story dia tu panggil aku an 'idiot'. Menyampah betul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takpelah. Aku dah terlalu happy skang nih untuk fikir benda2 stupid camtu! Right now, it's time to think of KL! KL! KL! Here I come! Ahhh....Rindu sesangat tempat aku dilahirkan ni....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's best about Kuala Lumpur is the super cool skyscrapers. Tall buldings, glinting in the sun light and standing majestically for all the world to see! Super duper uber cool! And then when the sun sets, KL is lighted by the millions of sparkling lights that adorn the streets, hanging in big shady tress and along the side walks. Pergh! What a sight to behold! And seriously, when you visit the shopping malls....Oh, man! It's not like in Penang there aren't many shopping malls. There are GOOD shopping malls in Penang but I dunno. It's just ever so different when I go out with my cousins and my aunts. They are just so cool and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to hang with them again. Sigh. Miss 'em so! Anyway, I guess I won't be able to update my fanfiction just yet. That'll have to wait until &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; I get back from KL. It's so much easier to think up of the next chapter but it's just sooooo troublesome to write the whole thing down and update! I quote Shikamaru Nara of Naruto, "How troublesome".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377527483608118410-702811581413684208?l=jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/702811581413684208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377527483608118410&amp;postID=702811581413684208' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/702811581413684208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/702811581413684208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/2008/03/am-going-to-kl-tomorrow.html' title='Am going to KL tomorrow.'/><author><name>Sparrow_Wing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2jH7i9MK00/TdjlSsYvnZI/AAAAAAAAAao/uQmmvhuF-74/s220/DSC03322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377527483608118410.post-4057383139615868982</id><published>2008-03-26T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T00:03:11.166-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Very angry at poerto rican stipper'/><title type='text'>Stupid people on Fanfiction.net</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Okay, so I'm an active member on Fanfiction.net both in terms of reading other people's fanfics and updating/creating my own. So all of a sudden I start to like reading yaoi fanfics. I mean, I don't love it or anything but I do like it. So because I was lazy to find anything serious to read I read this really simple and straight to the point kind of fic, y'know? It was all about two guys screwing each other non-stop and NOTHING ELSE! It went on and on about these dumb guys being with each other day in and day out. So I got bored of it after a while. I mean, who wouldn't? It was just plain FILTHY smut and everybody gets tried of filth like that, right? So I reviewed the author and said yeah her fic was good but only in the smuts department and that her story didn't seem to be developing with a plot! And you know what she said?? She went all "My fic is NOT FILTHY!". Uhh, hello! You write gay stories filled with filthy crap and you're saying it ain't filthy? What's up with that? She has got to be demented! Or just plain dumb. I mean, she writes yaoi and then calls herself 'poerto rican stripper'! And then she was being defensive? And the dumbmest thing is that she NEVER even bothered to reply my review like a normal author would. Instead she posted her dumb reply on her fic! What the hell was that all about, I ask you? I never flamed her! I was only saying what I thought of her filthy fic. That was all. I mean, I didn't go and say that her fic SUCKED and that she'd have been better off by just deleting the stupid thing anyway! Gah! Sometimes there are just too many idiotic people in this world. I expected her to be open-minded enough because she writes yaoi and smut and calls herself a stripper. I guess, she's just an idiot. Okay, she's a pervert for writing it and I'm a pervert for reading, right? So who cares what I said? Why'd she have to go all 'Yo' mama on my butt'? What a pathetic loser! She would've had to be either delusional or dumb or just plain RETARDED! Yea, that's what she was; a frickin' retard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate stupid close-minded people like her! She's so not what a reader needs. I mean, her fic wasn't all that well-written anyway. Her work wouldn't be called 'state of the art literature'. After all, it is filled with filthy crap so how could she ever hope for it to be taken seriously? I mean, people who reviewed her were only after her smut and they left unintelligent reviews like "UPDATE SOON" and "can't wait for more" or just a "cool". But she never gets anything like a "well written fic and good grammar" or "this is a beautifully written fic" or "very interesting concept and I like how you unfold the plot", etc, etc, etc. Nope! That just proves how stupid her filth is! Nobody gives a damn about anything else but her filth. Pathetic loser that she was and is. Before I made that very 'rude' review for her, I had posted oh, so many reviews that were nothing but unintelligent well-meaning shorties like "me wants more" and "love this", etc, etc. But guess what? She NEVER bothered to reply any of it! She never frickin' bothers at all! So suddenly after she got the 'rude' review from me, she's all in my face! What is up with her? What a freak! She's so totally sick! That's what she is! A frickin' sicko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note that I am only releasing my tensions and all I want to do is just that at the moment. This is nothing but my unintelligent drabbling. I really just felt like giving that bitch a piece of my mind. Stupid, narrow-minded bitches like her should get cancer and die a painful horrible death! She deserves it! Write filth like that and deny it? Really, I ask you! What the hell is going on in that filthy fugly slutty sicky mind of hers? Loser! How come nice sweet people like Princess Di get perished in a car crash and stupid fools like her don't? Sigh. It is just so unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377527483608118410-4057383139615868982?l=jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/feeds/4057383139615868982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3377527483608118410&amp;postID=4057383139615868982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/4057383139615868982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377527483608118410/posts/default/4057383139615868982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadedbabyblues.blogspot.com/2008/03/stupid-people-on-fanfictionnet.html' title='Stupid people on Fanfiction.net'/><author><name>Sparrow_Wing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18345462596739129278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2jH7i9MK00/TdjlSsYvnZI/AAAAAAAAAao/uQmmvhuF-74/s220/DSC03322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
