<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156</id><updated>2012-02-12T06:55:18.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-6416199519455676609</id><published>2012-02-12T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T06:55:18.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ World's Greatest Magician ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m-GDd5Rq8Vs/TzfPeH5BpqI/AAAAAAAAAkI/-M5Dt-wOLAo/s1600/Goku42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m-GDd5Rq8Vs/TzfPeH5BpqI/AAAAAAAAAkI/-M5Dt-wOLAo/s320/Goku42.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708259169136649890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Each day passes like a blur,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are we really looking for ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We strive towards something,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telling ourselves that we have to strive,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strive for the sake of that something,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something that keeps us motivated,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeps us going,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeps us alive,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we're capable of getting that something,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That something is already gone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere to be found,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard about the story of The World's Greatest Magician ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is just cruel that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Can you hear me ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you still with me ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or have you disappeared without me noticing ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&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/8406327763742353156-6416199519455676609?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/6416199519455676609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2012/02/each-day-passes-like-blur-what-are-we.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/6416199519455676609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/6416199519455676609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2012/02/each-day-passes-like-blur-what-are-we.html' title='~ World&apos;s Greatest Magician ~'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m-GDd5Rq8Vs/TzfPeH5BpqI/AAAAAAAAAkI/-M5Dt-wOLAo/s72-c/Goku42.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-7889922785955979871</id><published>2011-12-11T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T00:30:29.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Caladium, Violet &amp; Rosemary ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another ring update.&lt;br /&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/-mMZsIDgEQ2o/TuRonB36B2I/AAAAAAAAAjw/pQ7uQWQGFig/s1600/Caladium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mMZsIDgEQ2o/TuRonB36B2I/AAAAAAAAAjw/pQ7uQWQGFig/s320/Caladium.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684783649375520610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~ Caladium ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Yy2_c8yHGc/TuRomnbirrI/AAAAAAAAAjk/B_dTLIOIjaQ/s1600/Violet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Yy2_c8yHGc/TuRomnbirrI/AAAAAAAAAjk/B_dTLIOIjaQ/s320/Violet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684783642277228210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~ Violet ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Opw4jQDuC2I/TuRomQZue0I/AAAAAAAAAjY/bB_P264-JUs/s1600/Rosemary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Opw4jQDuC2I/TuRomQZue0I/AAAAAAAAAjY/bB_P264-JUs/s320/Rosemary.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684783636095597378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~ Rosemary ~&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/8406327763742353156-7889922785955979871?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/7889922785955979871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2011/12/caladium-violet-rosemary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/7889922785955979871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/7889922785955979871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2011/12/caladium-violet-rosemary.html' title='~ Caladium, Violet &amp; Rosemary ~'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mMZsIDgEQ2o/TuRonB36B2I/AAAAAAAAAjw/pQ7uQWQGFig/s72-c/Caladium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-360427333912213140</id><published>2011-11-13T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T18:08:59.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ D.U.M.B ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am not the smartest person alive. I admit that. As a matter of fact, I'm very, Very, VERY far from being the smartest person alive. Yet, I find this really, really stupid. You contradict your own words, and that show nothing but your stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 1:&lt;br /&gt;To improve the grades of the students in the English exam, the management has decided to come out with scopes for the students. And mind you, the scopes are very precise. This is a 'genius' move. I mean, come on. I don't believe any of us had much scopes in exam. And although not all of us did extremely well, nonetheless, we passed the exams. Alright, so moving on. Scopes given and students being students, memorized the whole essay and wrote exactly the same thing in the exam. And the management decided to ask us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Why do all the students have the same essay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Duh, it's cos you gave the same scope to everybody? Ok, never mind that. Then the management decided to deduct 10 out of 30 marks from the students' essay. Another 'genius' move. You gave the scope and you deduct the marks. How smart is that? So my students were unhappy and thus went to the Head of Academic Department. And this was roughly the conversation that took place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Student: Why are our marks deducted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Head: Because you memorize the essay. Memorizing is the same as cheatin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;g.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Student: In that case, what about History? If memorizing = cheating, then should we hand in blank answer sheets?  &lt;/span&gt;     (the Head teaches History)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Head: (speechless) This has nothing to do with me. Go complain to the Academic Department.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Student: But you're the Head of Academic Department. Why should we talk to the small fry when they'll refer back to you? We might as well come straight to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Head: (speechless) This is you teacher's fault. Go and ask&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;your teacher to apologize to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Student: Our teacher is just a teacher. She is merely carrying out orders which the management gave. Why should she apologize when she did nothing wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Head then got really pissed and asked my students to get out of the office without the problem being solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 2:&lt;br /&gt;Teachers were asked to set up an interactive page on a certain website. Now let me be honest. The website is expensive, having to pay several Ks a year to maintain it. It's not practical. It crashes when 20 people sign in together at once. How dumb is that? Not to mention, it takes a very long time to upload a very small file. And in the midst of uploading, the thing would crash or hang or lag and everything is gone. I have to re-do everything from scratch. So not only it is expensive and time consuming, it is also not practical. So I resorted to using Facebook instead. I uploaded everything that I need up there into a group, and my students download the files if they need them. It's fast, and its FREE. And the best of all, convenient, since we can comment straight away below the post (instead of having to log in into the forum just to leave 1 pathetic comment). Now, a few days ago, we were suppose to present the page/website. Naturally, I have nothing to present but my projects in Facebook. The Head was not satisfied and would not allow me to present what I've done. This is her argument:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Facebook is for Communication, not Education.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Facebook has no counter (to see how many people actually viewed the page).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How do you know if the student did the exercise? What if they did what you wanted but never left a comment?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;And these are my answers. Of course, as usual, no one wants to listen to it. Or even gave me a chance to explain myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Facebook is for communication, yes. I agree to that. But communication and education are linked together. HOW do you educate if you do not communicate? Can anyone tell me that?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why is the counter important? This is not some contest to see how many people log in and out from the page! If numbers are that important, then ok, I'll just ask my students to log in and then log out again from the website, EVERYDAY. That should give you a number that you'll be satisfied with at the end of the month. Pfft.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lastly, the same thing goes for the website. What if the student saw the post but never bothered to log in the forum to leave a comment. And even if they do log in, like what I said earlier. They might login but don't do anything, and log out again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't mind if you disagree with my way of doing things. But at least give me some solid reasons for not doing it. But if you're only giving me some half-witted comments. Then I'm sorry. I CANNOT and would not respect what you said. You will only make me look down on you even more. There is 1 quote that is very true:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Respect is earned, NOT GIVEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Some people look fine when they keep their mouth shut,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when they open their mouth,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every inch of their good image is shattered.&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406327763742353156-360427333912213140?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/360427333912213140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2011/11/dumb.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/360427333912213140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/360427333912213140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2011/11/dumb.html' title='~ D.U.M.B ~'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-6692472748474931447</id><published>2011-11-10T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T16:43:26.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Ring Upgrade ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Getting couple points has been made a lot easier recently, thanks to the garden. Almost no one is tagging anymore. Since the couple points hit the quotas so easily, everybody has been upgrading their rings like nobody's business. Including me XD&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Kch7iZUNKk/Trxrxahz6UI/AAAAAAAAAjM/9KSSDScpIjE/s1600/2011_8_28_22.28.28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Kch7iZUNKk/Trxrxahz6UI/AAAAAAAAAjM/9KSSDScpIjE/s320/2011_8_28_22.28.28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673528127258880322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~ &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Aster &lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MqFRuyUyrFg/TrxpxeQVnQI/AAAAAAAAAi0/OZaNHeD_i38/s1600%20%3Cdiv%20style="&gt;&lt;br /&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/-MqFRuyUyrFg/TrxpxeQVnQI/AAAAAAAAAi0/OZaNHeD_i38/s1600%20%3Cdiv%20style="&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MqFRuyUyrFg/TrxpxeQVnQI/AAAAAAAAAi0/OZaNHeD_i38/s320/2011_11_1_0.40.42.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673525929236077826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~ &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Freesia&lt;/span&gt; ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BX3rKTgIaNQ/TrxpQTGVyEI/AAAAAAAAAio/4TfcAfgsBDE/s1600/2011_11_10_14.5.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BX3rKTgIaNQ/TrxpQTGVyEI/AAAAAAAAAio/4TfcAfgsBDE/s320/2011_11_10_14.5.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673525359305672770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the most recent one:&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Asphodelus&lt;/span&gt; ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like the next ring alot. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caladium ~&lt;/span&gt; It's &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt; XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8406327763742353156-6692472748474931447?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/6692472748474931447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2011/11/ring-upgrade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/6692472748474931447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/6692472748474931447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2011/11/ring-upgrade.html' title='~ Ring Upgrade ~'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Kch7iZUNKk/Trxrxahz6UI/AAAAAAAAAjM/9KSSDScpIjE/s72-c/2011_8_28_22.28.28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-5543478091209688232</id><published>2011-10-29T05:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:21:36.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Cinnamon Akasaka ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-focVHvhgivY/TqvtjHMooZI/AAAAAAAAAiM/3dR8yEtvAss/s1600/Henna%2B-%2BVeen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-focVHvhgivY/TqvtjHMooZI/AAAAAAAAAiM/3dR8yEtvAss/s320/Henna%2B-%2BVeen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668885743459148178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veen with Floral Design&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gzFUw6LqGdM/TqvtjN1F4jI/AAAAAAAAAiE/TXNCoMbvxII/s1600/Henna%2B-%2BTengii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gzFUw6LqGdM/TqvtjN1F4jI/AAAAAAAAAiE/TXNCoMbvxII/s320/Henna%2B-%2BTengii.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668885745239450162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengii with Mixture of Peacock Feather Look-alike Design&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MHwnMr303RE/TqvtjfUQq5I/AAAAAAAAAic/Jam-vZklB74/s1600/Henna%2B-%2BYume.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MHwnMr303RE/TqvtjfUQq5I/AAAAAAAAAic/Jam-vZklB74/s320/Henna%2B-%2BYume.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668885749933583250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with slightly gothic design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Thanks to our Lobhie for the great handiwork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*** Ended up not playing Monopoly at all =( ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last of all, I have no one else or place to say this to. So I'm going to say it here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&amp;lt;3 Cinnamon Akasaka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And no, Cinnamon Akasaka is not some kind of food or candy =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Some things can't be expressed with words,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why human beings have other senses,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because some things are just not meant to be said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406327763742353156-5543478091209688232?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/5543478091209688232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2011/10/cinnamon-akasaka.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/5543478091209688232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/5543478091209688232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2011/10/cinnamon-akasaka.html' title='~ Cinnamon Akasaka ~'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-focVHvhgivY/TqvtjHMooZI/AAAAAAAAAiM/3dR8yEtvAss/s72-c/Henna%2B-%2BVeen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-2559951922103347204</id><published>2011-09-22T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T22:44:18.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tatoo This =_=</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XxSaGF7-rFU/TnwVxsX4QiI/AAAAAAAAAfk/iNovFALNlsM/s1600/puppy-eyes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 193px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655419175539589666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XxSaGF7-rFU/TnwVxsX4QiI/AAAAAAAAAfk/iNovFALNlsM/s320/puppy-eyes2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't like to scold my students if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes my throat sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nobody listens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Plus, I think they're old enough to think for themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I also would not like my car to be scratched.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or tyres to be punctured, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of pointless, so I gave up scolding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except in certain cases where I absolutely can't stand it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also realized a long time ago that I have another weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soft - hearted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to demonstrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Scenario 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: Where is your book ?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Sorry lahhh teacherrrrrrrrrr ~~~ (puppy dog eyes)&lt;br /&gt;Me: =_= (walks off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Scenario 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Me: Where is your homework ?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Forgot to bring.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok, deduct marks.&lt;br /&gt;Student: Don't like that lahhhh teacherrrrrrrrrr ~~~ (puppy dog eyes)&lt;br /&gt;Me: =_= (walks off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Scenario 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: Ok, continue your chatter. No movie today.&lt;br /&gt;Students 1: Don't lahhhh teacherrrrrrr ~~~~ (puppy dog eyes)&lt;br /&gt;Student 2: We're very tired ~~~~~ (puppy dog eyes)&lt;br /&gt;All: Ya loh teacher. On lahhhhh ~~~~ (puppy dog eyes)&lt;br /&gt;Me: =_= (ons movie)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you see the pattern ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The students come with those dragging voices too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meleret - leret voices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel this expression is really suitable for me nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should consider it getting tatooed on me =_=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406327763742353156-2559951922103347204?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/2559951922103347204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2011/09/tatoo-this.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/2559951922103347204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/2559951922103347204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2011/09/tatoo-this.html' title='Tatoo This =_='/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XxSaGF7-rFU/TnwVxsX4QiI/AAAAAAAAAfk/iNovFALNlsM/s72-c/puppy-eyes2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-4514032358223432917</id><published>2011-09-15T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T23:02:22.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Lunch + Boredom ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I_UZN722oa8/TnLk9kIrXjI/AAAAAAAAAfU/rnPmmguEmTc/s1600/DSC01211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I_UZN722oa8/TnLk9kIrXjI/AAAAAAAAAfU/rnPmmguEmTc/s320/DSC01211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652832228626619954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~ Spaghetti with Chicken Sausages, Ham &amp;amp; Black Olives ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/-jR4mM5CcZWM/TnLk9KaVeNI/AAAAAAAAAfM/97wbcNw9c4s/s1600/DSC01213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jR4mM5CcZWM/TnLk9KaVeNI/AAAAAAAAAfM/97wbcNw9c4s/s320/DSC01213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652832221721360594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Lunch: Spaghetti and Egg Salad ~&lt;br /&gt;I know they don't exactly go along.&lt;br /&gt;But heck, I was craving for egg salad =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/-4vqNOlTL5cA/TnLk93nwkfI/AAAAAAAAAfc/T9NOlmKT59U/s1600/DSC01201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4vqNOlTL5cA/TnLk93nwkfI/AAAAAAAAAfc/T9NOlmKT59U/s320/DSC01201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652832233857257970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skittles&lt;br /&gt;Why are there more &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reds&lt;/span&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;Because I &amp;lt;3 &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reds&lt;/span&gt; and always save them for later.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I was bored out of my wits when I did this =_=&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/8406327763742353156-4514032358223432917?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/4514032358223432917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2011/09/lunch-boredom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/4514032358223432917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/4514032358223432917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2011/09/lunch-boredom.html' title='~ Lunch + Boredom ~'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I_UZN722oa8/TnLk9kIrXjI/AAAAAAAAAfU/rnPmmguEmTc/s72-c/DSC01211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-7229394302592444469</id><published>2011-09-11T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T08:47:32.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Water ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mFOYY2suS0/TmzXIgf_yfI/AAAAAAAAAfE/VEk5Ce9ufg4/s1600/Underwater.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/-5mFOYY2suS0/TmzXIgf_yfI/AAAAAAAAAfE/VEk5Ce9ufg4/s320/Underwater.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651128173606193650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like crying really hard suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all but a bad joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;The third word was 'hum',&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught by straining ears,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I softly release,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your trembling arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/8406327763742353156-7229394302592444469?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/7229394302592444469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2011/09/water.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/7229394302592444469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/7229394302592444469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2011/09/water.html' title='~ Water ~'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mFOYY2suS0/TmzXIgf_yfI/AAAAAAAAAfE/VEk5Ce9ufg4/s72-c/Underwater.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-34160392241639617</id><published>2011-09-02T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T13:19:53.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Songs ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OhArt4yKg9c?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Songs are something very important to human beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are even important to other living &amp;amp; non-living creatures/objects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The animals have their own distinctive songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Non-living objects make their own songs too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes &amp;amp; listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can hear them resonating at their own special pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each song brings back a certain memory or feeling to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some are just neutral &amp;amp; random images floating through my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some even bring back the memory of a particular action or journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is special to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so long ago, I would listen to this song in my room in Millennium Court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or more affectionately known as MC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll listen to it at around 2 or 3 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were barely any soul awake at that time of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my window on the 7th floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see the bright, pinkish, night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the far distance, the Twin Towers stay lighted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underneath my window, the big, lush, green tree is in full bloom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the wind would blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my wind chime would give out the soft "ding ding ding" sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this would continue until the sun rises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I feel everytime I listen to this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you picture it ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;That voice that you know so well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful, isn't it ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8406327763742353156-34160392241639617?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/34160392241639617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2011/09/persona-3-memories-of-city.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/34160392241639617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/34160392241639617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2011/09/persona-3-memories-of-city.html' title='~ Songs ~'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/OhArt4yKg9c/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-2192034484563065510</id><published>2011-08-17T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T19:03:48.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Of Swords</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-876jPVuzZ74/Tkxx8CO5S2I/AAAAAAAAAe8/AWXcPZsdAmY/s1600/3%2BOf%2BSwords.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642009709393824610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-876jPVuzZ74/Tkxx8CO5S2I/AAAAAAAAAe8/AWXcPZsdAmY/s320/3%2BOf%2BSwords.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haunted by the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anxious of the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Frustrated with the present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unable to say what I really feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It never did matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406327763742353156-2192034484563065510?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/2192034484563065510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2011/08/three-of-swords.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/2192034484563065510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/2192034484563065510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2011/08/three-of-swords.html' title='Three Of Swords'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-876jPVuzZ74/Tkxx8CO5S2I/AAAAAAAAAe8/AWXcPZsdAmY/s72-c/3%2BOf%2BSwords.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-2418525794623615330</id><published>2011-08-07T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T20:19:27.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Falling ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q3S25kes4LE/Tj9Shu0x85I/AAAAAAAAAe0/faYDqxLIvbs/s1600/Falling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638315997949719442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q3S25kes4LE/Tj9Shu0x85I/AAAAAAAAAe0/faYDqxLIvbs/s320/Falling.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to bed really late last night as I was finishing up some work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell into a deep sleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tired physically and mentally I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours before I went to bed, I had a talk with Alvin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I told him that I feel like my time is going to be up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was what happened in the dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was being chased.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Slowly at first, then faster and faster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then I fell off a cliff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More like a hill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I was falling, I thought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is it ? I'm dying this way ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To be honest, I felt really scared back then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But then I told myself:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey, what's there to be afraid of ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you don't have to face all those craps in your life anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then I felt peaceful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still afraid, but considerably less now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I looked up and saw the cloudless blue sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The green trees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then I hit the bottom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just woke up to another monotonous day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't die. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish I did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm drifting away slowly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;One day, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;all this will be no more . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406327763742353156-2418525794623615330?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/2418525794623615330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2011/08/falling.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/2418525794623615330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/2418525794623615330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2011/08/falling.html' title='~ Falling ~'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q3S25kes4LE/Tj9Shu0x85I/AAAAAAAAAe0/faYDqxLIvbs/s72-c/Falling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-1988061812111116166</id><published>2011-08-01T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T22:17:50.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Reborn As A Flora ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4rXfF6d3Qcw/TjeB66Rc2HI/AAAAAAAAAes/l2dfoJYXqd4/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636116307752310898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4rXfF6d3Qcw/TjeB66Rc2HI/AAAAAAAAAes/l2dfoJYXqd4/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;~ Bios Urn ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VlzNP5D8_3Y/TjeB6kwXsEI/AAAAAAAAAek/C4ec1bbxW10/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636116301976416322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VlzNP5D8_3Y/TjeB6kwXsEI/AAAAAAAAAek/C4ec1bbxW10/s320/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ~ Pop in the seed ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ever heard of Bios Urn ? I just came across it a few hours ago. This urn is created by a Spanish designer, &lt;a href="http://www.martinazua.com/cas/inicio/"&gt;Martin Azua&lt;/a&gt;. Do check this designer out if you have the time; lots of interesting looking stuffs on his page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The urn itself is made of biodegradable components such as coconut shell, compacted peat, etc. Now what happens is, when you kick the bucket, passed on to another world, to somewhere else, to . . . to . . . I don't know where ok ? If I do, I wouldn't be here anymore =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok back to the topic. When you've passed on, you can choose to be cremated and the remains will go into this urn. This urn comes with a seed. Good part is, you can choose what sort of seed you want and therefore, what plant you will be. This is convenient since not everyone has a big backyard where they can fit in a whole gigantic tree. After putting in your remains into the urn, pop in the seed. The seed will germinate and Viola! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ You're a tree ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is not such a bad idea at all really. As a matter of fact, I think it's brilliant. Not only will you not be taking up spaces in a cemetery but you will also be contributing back to Mother Nature. What's more, you can choose to be whatever tree that you fancy. I think I should go for organ donation and donate whatever that is donatable before they burn me and turn me into a tree. Now which is better ? A &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;stunning cherry blossom&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;a creepy yet elegant willow&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;flexible yet sturdy bamboo&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;gigantic and shady tree like oaks and ginkgo&lt;/span&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only hope animals won't pee or poop on me x_X&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Can you hear ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The rustling of leaves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The whisper of the wind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;That, my dear friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is a secret, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And a gift from me to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406327763742353156-1988061812111116166?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/1988061812111116166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2011/08/reborn-as-flora.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/1988061812111116166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/1988061812111116166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2011/08/reborn-as-flora.html' title='~ Reborn As A Flora ~'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4rXfF6d3Qcw/TjeB66Rc2HI/AAAAAAAAAes/l2dfoJYXqd4/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-4867189708774068116</id><published>2011-07-04T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T23:34:47.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Fragrance of the Rain ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b0fsb9e_B5w/ThKnPvEvoVI/AAAAAAAAAeM/kMmAcsIBxFY/s1600/Smell%2BOf%2BRain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625742773315412306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b0fsb9e_B5w/ThKnPvEvoVI/AAAAAAAAAeM/kMmAcsIBxFY/s320/Smell%2BOf%2BRain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm surprised at the sincerity and care that these so called "bad" students are capable of showing. In many ways, they are more "humane" than the so called "good" ones. Time and time again, they prove themselves to be very good people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;They are just misunderstood.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Labeled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And continued to be misunderstood because of the label.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's a vicious cycle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For purposely checking up on me. And for just dropping by to check on me while on the way to somewhere. Thanks. It means a lot to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A long walk under the rain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;now would be nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406327763742353156-4867189708774068116?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/4867189708774068116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2011/07/fragrance-of-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/4867189708774068116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/4867189708774068116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2011/07/fragrance-of-rain.html' title='~ Fragrance of the Rain ~'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b0fsb9e_B5w/ThKnPvEvoVI/AAAAAAAAAeM/kMmAcsIBxFY/s72-c/Smell%2BOf%2BRain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-8486136947097503930</id><published>2011-06-27T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T16:53:55.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stars In The Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IJDZn2qnRmw/TgkXDhUfbiI/AAAAAAAAAeE/k5UBkHLxAgE/s1600/Hoshi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623050959000137250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IJDZn2qnRmw/TgkXDhUfbiI/AAAAAAAAAeE/k5UBkHLxAgE/s320/Hoshi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;It's not right that they're so beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Not when we're this sad down here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;They can't see anything up there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Looking down from up there, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We wouldn't look any bigger than the grains of sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406327763742353156-8486136947097503930?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/8486136947097503930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2011/06/stars-in-sky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/8486136947097503930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/8486136947097503930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2011/06/stars-in-sky.html' title='Stars In The Sky'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IJDZn2qnRmw/TgkXDhUfbiI/AAAAAAAAAeE/k5UBkHLxAgE/s72-c/Hoshi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-4621114588569717672</id><published>2011-06-18T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T10:23:13.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AzbkfbL_Tzk/TfzdZ5pfuvI/AAAAAAAAAd8/emcF-RaAgn4/s1600/DSCN0266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619609872092871410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AzbkfbL_Tzk/TfzdZ5pfuvI/AAAAAAAAAd8/emcF-RaAgn4/s320/DSCN0266.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He gave a low cry and collapsed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He tried to lift his head but couldn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, he was gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I keep stroking his chest to make him breathe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But no amount of that is going to wake him up again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;R.I.P.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll not be forgotten as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love you &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Life is fragile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;One by one they leave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What will happen to us who are left behind now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406327763742353156-4621114588569717672?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/4621114588569717672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2011/06/rip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/4621114588569717672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/4621114588569717672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2011/06/rip.html' title='R.I.P.'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AzbkfbL_Tzk/TfzdZ5pfuvI/AAAAAAAAAd8/emcF-RaAgn4/s72-c/DSCN0266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-517145297279609676</id><published>2011-06-02T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T13:25:43.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ MSN ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_17G-vECDOM/TefvsCP9DqI/AAAAAAAAAdw/RIRm0VHjLjc/s1600/Night%2BTrain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613719000337682082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_17G-vECDOM/TefvsCP9DqI/AAAAAAAAAdw/RIRm0VHjLjc/s320/Night%2BTrain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been a long time since I stayed up this late. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like night time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's so peaceful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone around me is asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No nagging. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No hated quarrels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just serenity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then I had a conversation with that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Char Siew Bao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on msn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is how the conversation went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me: I like night time. Very peaceful. Day time is chaotic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bao: I also like. Lol. But when you wake up later, shitty feeling.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me: Yea. Get a night job?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bao: Got. Sell fishball at roadside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me: Lolz. Not a bad idea if you like fishball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bao: Eat more than sell right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me: Lolz. Sell backside then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bao: Yah, chicken backside also tasty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me: Lolz. If vampires do exist, then I think maybe not so bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bao: Don't think too much. I only know if I don't sleep now, later I am walking zombie. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me: Then go sleep lah. Later you zombie, you blame me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bao: Now already blame you liao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The above conversation took place at 3.20 a.m. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know what to say or think when I read the conversation again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kinda made me go LOL =_=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bao&lt;/span&gt;, thanks for cheering me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Not like&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt; ever read my blog, but what the hell right)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just look up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Look up at the Moon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And the Stars,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;They're so pretty that they're weird ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406327763742353156-517145297279609676?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/517145297279609676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2011/06/msn.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/517145297279609676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/517145297279609676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2011/06/msn.html' title='~ MSN ~'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_17G-vECDOM/TefvsCP9DqI/AAAAAAAAAdw/RIRm0VHjLjc/s72-c/Night%2BTrain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-2278326814347370562</id><published>2011-05-17T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T02:32:24.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idiotic Jokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KScHcIQR0wE/TdI5535YUEI/AAAAAAAAAdo/DGh6narGXl4/s1600/Goku%2B%2528Ajisai%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607608152449634370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KScHcIQR0wE/TdI5535YUEI/AAAAAAAAAdo/DGh6narGXl4/s320/Goku%2B%2528Ajisai%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went out last night for a quick dinner in Sushi King with Joanne. Still loves the Kodomo Bento no matter how many times I order it. And no, I'm not bored of it yet, even after near 3 years of ordering the same thing ... Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We went to OverTime after that, the one in Autocity. Alot of people backed out at the very last minute. So it was only me, Joanne and those 5 crazy guys. It's a good feeling. To see that they have not changed and are still as crazy as ever. Eventhough I always told them with a serious face that they should quit their idiotic jokes, truth is, I don't mean it. I guess their idiotic jokes are somewhat like comforts to me (Joanne, you made me realize this, haha).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And Joanne, I just realized after talking to you yesterday. I still could not accept my current life. While everyone is moving on and even learning to enjoy their working life, I'm still stuck in a rut - unwilling to believe that this is reality. I still wake up everyday wishing this is just a nightmare and someone will wake me up soon. No such luck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You've only started working so I guess it's normal that you still can't get used to it. And while talking to you, it began to dawn on me that I've worked about a year now. And I'm still lying to myself, consoling myself that this will end. Somehow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was still sober when we were on the way back. Still sober when I reached home and took a quick shower. But after the shower, I started to feel a little tipsy ~ ok maybe 4 - 5 steins are a little more than I can handle. Haha. I went to sleep with all these depressing thoughts in me. Needless to say, I woke up feeling depressed too (part from last night, part from having to work on a public holiday). I just need to vent it out here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Being depressed, I turned to Saiyuki for comfort. It always, ALWAYS make me feel better - by crying. I know exactly where to look. Just 2 pages is enough to make me feel like the heavy rain outside now: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you get hungry, then eat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you're in pain, then scream,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you're hurting, then go wild,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That's that it means to live;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No matter where you are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Live, and live, and live through this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No matter what you look like,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bloom and bloom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Until the day you scatter, with all your pride&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;~ Kenren Taisho ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Hydrangea after the rain,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doesn't it look refreshed?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406327763742353156-2278326814347370562?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/2278326814347370562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2011/05/idiotic-jokes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/2278326814347370562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/2278326814347370562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2011/05/idiotic-jokes.html' title='Idiotic Jokes'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KScHcIQR0wE/TdI5535YUEI/AAAAAAAAAdo/DGh6narGXl4/s72-c/Goku%2B%2528Ajisai%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-3020449266222660818</id><published>2011-05-09T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T10:13:49.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Tegami ~ A Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RvYYnsQ_fUw/Tcgbsh7aogI/AAAAAAAAAdg/HbIfaDz1aOk/s1600/Totoro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604760188098355714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RvYYnsQ_fUw/Tcgbsh7aogI/AAAAAAAAAdg/HbIfaDz1aOk/s320/Totoro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey Dear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Can't believe you're finally going off. Time really flies huh? One moment we're in primary and secondary school together, and the next we're all working and drifting further and further apart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know this is inevitable and it's probably for the best. So I'm gonna wish you the best of luck in everything you do. And oh, may you find your tubby prince charming =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And you might find this abit weird, but I just wanna get it off my chest. It happened a few times to me before and in the end I really regretted not telling those people what I'm gonna tell you right now. Cos if I did, things might've changed for the better. But I guess it's too late for regret now huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alright, here goes: No matter where you are and who you become in the near or far future, please DO NOT FORGET this beautiful friendship that we had, have and will have between us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Please don't let it change or drift apart. And if there are times when you doubt this friendship, look back at all those photographs we took and if you don't have them, dig deep into your memories and relive how we feel at this moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm sorry that this turn out emotional, but I just wanna say it now rather than regretting it like I do now with some of my friends and also some of those more special individuals in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With that being said, good luck YUKI-chan! No one's gonna call you that for some time =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Stay safe, take care and don't forget to contact or at least say hello to me when you see me on. Love ya =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Yume -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*I would like to dedicate the above letter to all my friends. Thank you for everything.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It would be lovely if things don't change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If things stay the way they are when we're truly happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But that would be boring for you, won't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I know it's selfish of me to ask you not to change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So I'm not gonna ask that of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But at the very least,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Remember who we were. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The trivial but happy times we had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Remember what we've been through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then maybe, just maybe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It wouldn't be so difficult to get our hearts across ...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406327763742353156-3020449266222660818?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/3020449266222660818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2011/05/tegami-letter.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/3020449266222660818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/3020449266222660818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2011/05/tegami-letter.html' title='~ Tegami ~ A Letter'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RvYYnsQ_fUw/Tcgbsh7aogI/AAAAAAAAAdg/HbIfaDz1aOk/s72-c/Totoro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-503324179256175370</id><published>2011-04-10T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T20:11:15.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-stpKxuEiVfo/TaJtxyX_PGI/AAAAAAAAAdY/C22Y3goiqII/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594154389250980962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-stpKxuEiVfo/TaJtxyX_PGI/AAAAAAAAAdY/C22Y3goiqII/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What is "loneliness"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is it a bad thing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why do we exist?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why do we struggle so hard just to have everything taken away when we pass on to the other side?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just to live for the moment? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's just self consolation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And when that glorious moment is over, then what? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can someone give me an answer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel more and more like a puppet each day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm losing a part of myself each day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chasing things that are not meaningful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I keep sending SOS signals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One that says "Help me. Anyone will do. Just get me out of here."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But no one seems to hear or see it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What will I become?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A body without a soul?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right now, I just want to stare at the sea and do nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even that couldn't be done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's no sea here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just a concrete jungle that's slowly choking the life out of me ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Somebody. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anybody. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Help.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406327763742353156-503324179256175370?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/503324179256175370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2011/04/sea.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/503324179256175370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/503324179256175370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2011/04/sea.html' title='The Sea'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-stpKxuEiVfo/TaJtxyX_PGI/AAAAAAAAAdY/C22Y3goiqII/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-2512379154236473617</id><published>2011-03-29T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T09:40:01.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Confession</title><content type='html'>Okay fine. I admit it. I was bored. And sick. Sick of reading: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"The person that I admire the most is my father/mother/sister/brother".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I mean come on, if you have to read these types of essays repeatedly, I'm sure you'll die of boredom too ok? And then I started to have this crazy idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why not change it?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since I have to write 5 sample essays for the students' revision of exam paper (this being 1 of it), why not change it while I'm at it? And so I did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok, I'm a bad teacher, but teachers are human too you know. And teachers definitely need amusement from time to time. So here's my epic essay:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The person I admire most. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everyone has someone that they admire most in their lives. While many would find admiring a fictional character absurd, I think it is perfectly normal for a simple yet valid reason. We admire someone for their quality and therefore, a fictional character that possesses enough quality characteristics qualifies to be admired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The person I admire is none other than the fictional character known as Kyoya Hibari. He is a 15 year old student in a school called Namimori Middle School. Hibari is widely known in his school due to his position as the President of the Disciplinary Committee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One of the reasons why I admire Hibari is because of his strength. Not only is he good in hand-to-hand combat, but he is also good in various forms of martial arts. Apart from that, Hibari is also a smart student who is doing rather well in his studies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;While Hibari with his sharp tongue appears to be arrogant to most people, I think he is just misunderstood. He is just a person confident of his own capabilities and righteous when it comes to the the things that he is concerned about. That is also another few reasons as to why I admire him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last of all, I also admire Hibari because he is such a caring individual. Although people around him might perceive him as cruel because of his steely exterior and manner, he is actually capable of being compassionate especially when it comes to children and animals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For all the reasons that I have just stated, Kyoya Hibari remains the person that I admire the most to date. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Terrible teacher, no? &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/8406327763742353156-2512379154236473617?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/2512379154236473617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2011/03/little-confession.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/2512379154236473617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/2512379154236473617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2011/03/little-confession.html' title='A Little Confession'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-5209507111340407245</id><published>2011-03-17T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T18:24:00.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SS3 + Venting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gv2zppj4DKY/TYKzl-8jRfI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/LQF7NECtgXk/s1600/supershow3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585223953026336242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gv2zppj4DKY/TYKzl-8jRfI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/LQF7NECtgXk/s320/supershow3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Won the Super Junior concert tickets again ! This time it's Super Show 3. The MSN Team told me that I won the front seat, right in front of the media box and directly beside the stage. Not sure if the team gave me the right info or not cos when I called, they did not ask for my name or phone number. Just told me straight away it's the front seat. I hope it's true *crosses finger* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, I'm going to leave for KL tonight. Taking the midnight bus. Anyone wants a quick meet up in KL, just let me know =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~Off - topic ~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This has nothing to do with the movie being Japanese or not. I just don't like sappy love stories/or just watching the movie mindlessly cos of some supposingly "hot" guys. For example, Twilight, etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As for musicals, well, I just can't appreciate the characters bursting into songs every other minute. I know it's an art form, but imagine your friend bursting into songs every few minutes while talking to you =_= &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So yea, call me jakun, no sense of art or whatever. That's just the way I am but please don't make it sound like I'm some biased freak who will only like something if it's Japanese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406327763742353156-5209507111340407245?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/5209507111340407245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2011/03/ss3-venting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/5209507111340407245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/5209507111340407245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2011/03/ss3-venting.html' title='SS3 + Venting'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gv2zppj4DKY/TYKzl-8jRfI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/LQF7NECtgXk/s72-c/supershow3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-1578588045599742776</id><published>2011-02-20T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T06:37:45.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP, Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GzB1Pee_KGQ/TWEmIxFpU8I/AAAAAAAAAdI/iK8A1OZ3ll8/s1600/Ken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575779745719210946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GzB1Pee_KGQ/TWEmIxFpU8I/AAAAAAAAAdI/iK8A1OZ3ll8/s320/Ken.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you for being with me all this time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Especially when I was all alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really do appreciate it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sorry I couldn't do anything in return for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wasn't even there when you were gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rest In Peace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You will be remembered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406327763742353156-1578588045599742776?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/1578588045599742776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2011/02/rip-love-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/1578588045599742776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/1578588045599742776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2011/02/rip-love-you.html' title='RIP, Love You'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GzB1Pee_KGQ/TWEmIxFpU8I/AAAAAAAAAdI/iK8A1OZ3ll8/s72-c/Ken.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-2910320178300939407</id><published>2011-02-15T23:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T23:16:24.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Just Venting ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FVn1PaZ8jZs/TVt5drzEuyI/AAAAAAAAAdA/PUkoiycN8Wg/s1600/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574182514681232162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FVn1PaZ8jZs/TVt5drzEuyI/AAAAAAAAAdA/PUkoiycN8Wg/s320/rain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't get you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you don't wish to talk,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then just say so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saves both of us the trouble. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Wish it would rain right now ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406327763742353156-2910320178300939407?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/2910320178300939407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-venting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/2910320178300939407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/2910320178300939407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-venting.html' title='~ Just Venting ~'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FVn1PaZ8jZs/TVt5drzEuyI/AAAAAAAAAdA/PUkoiycN8Wg/s72-c/rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-782776764126687639</id><published>2011-02-03T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T04:00:44.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bluebell - Tsuriganesuisen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TUqRdtcQHqI/AAAAAAAAAc4/yYHvT6Tws1Y/s1600/Drawn_wallpapers_Story_night_008135_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569423828797365922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TUqRdtcQHqI/AAAAAAAAAc4/yYHvT6Tws1Y/s320/Drawn_wallpapers_Story_night_008135_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: I wanna take up art class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: You're wasting money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: I'm not asking you to pay. I'll pay for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: You're still wasting money.&lt;br /&gt;: You DON'T have any talent.&lt;br /&gt;: C has more talent than you.&lt;br /&gt;: The drawing that C does looks really realistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Yeah ... sure ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A funny conversation isn't it =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;And then, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;there is the single, forlorn Bluebell ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406327763742353156-782776764126687639?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/782776764126687639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2011/02/bluebell-tsuriganesuisen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/782776764126687639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/782776764126687639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2011/02/bluebell-tsuriganesuisen.html' title='Bluebell - Tsuriganesuisen'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TUqRdtcQHqI/AAAAAAAAAc4/yYHvT6Tws1Y/s72-c/Drawn_wallpapers_Story_night_008135_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-4459177339509498554</id><published>2011-01-08T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T08:49:06.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>F.A.K.E</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TSiVOmr8e0I/AAAAAAAAAcs/zGl-oZdTbGs/s1600/Broken%2BWings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559857818124450626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TSiVOmr8e0I/AAAAAAAAAcs/zGl-oZdTbGs/s320/Broken%2BWings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel like the most fake person there is in the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hate my current lifestyle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hate my current situation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And most of all, I hate my current self. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Screw everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just let me perish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406327763742353156-4459177339509498554?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/4459177339509498554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2011/01/fake.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/4459177339509498554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/4459177339509498554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2011/01/fake.html' title='F.A.K.E'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TSiVOmr8e0I/AAAAAAAAAcs/zGl-oZdTbGs/s72-c/Broken%2BWings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-6491676275382131377</id><published>2011-01-03T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T22:56:02.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Uzumaki: Whirlpool ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A whole load of stuffs happened for the past few weeks. Everything is going so fast to the point that I feel like I'm being sucked into a whirlpool. Here's a summary of the events that happened:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There's Christmas, which in my opinion didn't went that well. Me and Tengii baked cookies. They turned out really well despite this being the first time we ever bake anything. We also had a BBQ party at home on Christmas day itself, but I didn't invite anyone. Just wasn't in the mood somehow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Upgraded my ring in auditionSEA after I don't know how many lightyears. Yay ^^ Thank you bolster. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There's also the last day of my job. I'm glad that I'm finally leaving for good. They asked me to extend for another month, but I don't think I want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And then there's the accident. I was leaving the place of my interview and on my way back to my workplace when my car got hit. They said they didn't see my car. The front door of the passenger seat suffered a considerable damage. Has difficulty opening and closing the door after the accident. And as I'm writing this entry, my car is still in the "hospital". I didn't feel any fear when the car was only inches away from me. Don't ask me why I didn't. I think it's just because my brain is NOT wired correctly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Created 2 new accounts in auditionSEA. The "D18": HaneumaDino and HibariKyouya. Okok. I know I'm crazy but I like this pairing alot ok. Created them so that I can "gay" in there. It's really too bad that Audition doesn't allow gay marriage T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And oh, there's my new job. I'm starting my new job tomorrow. Will be teaching English &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(what else? *rolls eyes*)&lt;/span&gt; in a Chinese Independent High School. Can't say that the pay is high since it doesn't even reach 2k T.T - But, a job is a job. Like what I always say: beggars can't be choosers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally, working as an English/Bahasa tuition teacher in a studio that I'm sharing with a friend: Expressivo Studios. We've just started so there's not many students yet. But we've been receiving calls asking for more details. So yea, that's at least something positive. Hopefully more will come &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*crosses finger*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And oh oh, forgot. I lost my voice as of yesterday. Tengii was laughing at my voice. Evil I tell you. In the mean time, I can only whisper until it comes back ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TSKyk0-AASI/AAAAAAAAAck/YRYD2Ux3knQ/s1600/Santa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558201235892338978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TSKyk0-AASI/AAAAAAAAAck/YRYD2Ux3knQ/s320/Santa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The "Santa Claus" in the kindergarten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TSKyko6UvXI/AAAAAAAAAcc/JELfTIaLJo4/s1600/Gingerbreadman.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558201232655695218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TSKyko6UvXI/AAAAAAAAAcc/JELfTIaLJo4/s320/Gingerbreadman.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gingerbread man that we baked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every man is unique with different eyes and buttons XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TSKykgcDS0I/AAAAAAAAAcU/6uZN5c5H6B4/s1600/Cookies%2B%2528Tree%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558201230381239106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TSKykgcDS0I/AAAAAAAAAcU/6uZN5c5H6B4/s320/Cookies%2B%2528Tree%2529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christmas Tree Cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TSKyTx8qRRI/AAAAAAAAAcM/c1DQ7v4xy0s/s1600/D18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558200943023637778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TSKyTx8qRRI/AAAAAAAAAcM/c1DQ7v4xy0s/s320/D18.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My very own "D18" and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;also the "J" for 2 of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TSKyTo9geXI/AAAAAAAAAcE/bST0pcAczKc/s1600/Ring%2B%2528Before%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558200940611271026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TSKyTo9geXI/AAAAAAAAAcE/bST0pcAczKc/s320/Ring%2B%2528Before%2529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our Cuphea ring before the upgrade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TSKyTVg0joI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Ri2Og5aFVvQ/s1600/Ring%2B%2528After%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558200935390678658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TSKyTVg0joI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Ri2Og5aFVvQ/s320/Ring%2B%2528After%2529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our Aster ring after the upgrade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TSKyTHeZziI/AAAAAAAAAb0/ZznS0kqw2Mo/s1600/D18%2B%2528Audi%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558200931622440482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TSKyTHeZziI/AAAAAAAAAb0/ZznS0kqw2Mo/s320/D18%2B%2528Audi%2529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My beloved D18: Dino &amp;amp; Kyoya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TSKyS09D71I/AAAAAAAAAbs/kNmSA-laLkY/s1600/D18%2B%2528Audi2%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558200926650756946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TSKyS09D71I/AAAAAAAAAbs/kNmSA-laLkY/s320/D18%2B%2528Audi2%2529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another shot of D18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And so, that concludes my life from the end of December to the beginning of January. I miss my friends. Those from Convent. Those from IBM. And those from UTAR ! Hope you people are doing well =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;P.S: Shima, this is for you. Sorry I took so long to actually write this. I read your post and I can only say, what's in the past is in the past. If given the chance, I think all 4 of us would very much like to repaint our final semester. But since we couldn't, we can only try to work with what we have now. As cruel as it is to say this, but I (and maybe you too) came to realize that things will not go back to normal. We can't act like nothing happened cos I think you know better: the reason is that we are just not fake like that. We can still remain friends, close friends, and try to forget that dark incident. But we can never deny what has happened. I'll just accept that and hope we can still remain as friends. And of course, I hope you do too =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406327763742353156-6491676275382131377?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/6491676275382131377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2011/01/uzumaki-whirlpool.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/6491676275382131377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/6491676275382131377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2011/01/uzumaki-whirlpool.html' title='~ Uzumaki: Whirlpool ~'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TSKyk0-AASI/AAAAAAAAAck/YRYD2Ux3knQ/s72-c/Santa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-8758502700995893339</id><published>2010-12-18T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T08:38:52.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Jingle Bell Jingle Bell ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;As promised, Christmas decos. Well, the ones that I did for the kindergarten anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TQy-CP_F6EI/AAAAAAAAAbg/XUp51a7bhJY/s1600/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552021386501154882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TQy-CP_F6EI/AAAAAAAAAbg/XUp51a7bhJY/s320/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christmas Tree &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TQy-B6yaRGI/AAAAAAAAAbY/DiooyEXJN-U/s1600/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552021380810818658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TQy-B6yaRGI/AAAAAAAAAbY/DiooyEXJN-U/s320/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fake Christmas presents to go under the tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TQy-B7lB4fI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/vZXsSOZuuM8/s1600/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552021381023130098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TQy-B7lB4fI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/vZXsSOZuuM8/s320/3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Green Snowflake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TQy-Bqa2VaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/zuZgAiZAnGg/s1600/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552021376417027490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TQy-Bqa2VaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/zuZgAiZAnGg/s320/4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Red Snowflake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TQy9gFMnibI/AAAAAAAAAbA/1gJmviifYDo/s1600/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552020799489542578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TQy9gFMnibI/AAAAAAAAAbA/1gJmviifYDo/s320/5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Green Snowflake with silver glitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TQy9fo_l-pI/AAAAAAAAAa4/pV6nRnpiuss/s1600/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552020791918721682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TQy9fo_l-pI/AAAAAAAAAa4/pV6nRnpiuss/s320/6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; White snowflakes with glitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TQy9fq8LJVI/AAAAAAAAAaw/elCKISnHW7c/s1600/7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552020792441251154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TQy9fq8LJVI/AAAAAAAAAaw/elCKISnHW7c/s320/7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To be hanged at the front porch&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes, it's missing a "T", but it's not my fault.&lt;br /&gt;A colleague forgot the "T".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TQy9ffSPykI/AAAAAAAAAao/czcB9AQ8JNQ/s1600/8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552020789312604738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TQy9ffSPykI/AAAAAAAAAao/czcB9AQ8JNQ/s320/8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The left side of the front porch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TQy9fOlo53I/AAAAAAAAAag/Aa66tNKTeXo/s1600/9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552020784830539634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TQy9fOlo53I/AAAAAAAAAag/Aa66tNKTeXo/s320/9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The right side of the front porch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are more snowflakes up now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I forgot to take a picture of it &gt;&lt; !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are no Green and Red snowflakes ok =_= &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But the foam that they gave me were leftovers. So I had to cover the ugly colour =_= &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The snowflakes were alot of work. Had to draw them on the foam. Cut them out. Paint them. Stick on glitter on the edges. Took me 2 weeks to get all of them done. So there you have it. Christmas decoration for the kindergarten is done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Christmas decoration at home ? Nothing. Not even the tree is up yet =_=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I'm gonna shop for cookie ingredients tomorrow with Tengii. We're gonna try baking them for the first time. Hope it turns out ok. Planning to give them out to a few people around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was hoping to give them to: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sydney&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fiona&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shima&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lynda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yuko&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Esther Chin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cai Xia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7k&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maxy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;William&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Karen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Deer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nathaniel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Su Yi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Convent girls (too many of you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you people are so far away !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They'll mould before they get to you guys . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yea, come collect them yourself next year XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/8406327763742353156-8758502700995893339?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/8758502700995893339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2010/12/jinggle-bell-jinggle-bell.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/8758502700995893339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/8758502700995893339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2010/12/jinggle-bell-jinggle-bell.html' title='~ Jingle Bell Jingle Bell ~'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TQy-CP_F6EI/AAAAAAAAAbg/XUp51a7bhJY/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-76265706147958659</id><published>2010-12-06T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T00:00:26.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TESOL Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been juggling work and studies for the past 3 - 4 months and thank god, it's over !&lt;br /&gt;Finally got my TESOL certificate.&lt;br /&gt;So what's next ?&lt;br /&gt;Probably get a better paying job and also save up some money to do my Masters Degree(hopefully).&lt;br /&gt;Also, buying a house so that I can dump all my junks/treasures there.&lt;br /&gt;That will be a long term goal of course XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, the TESOL graduation dinner was held in Ferringhi Garden Restaurant on the 4th December 2010. The food there was ok, pretty ordinary. But the surroundings and the ambience was heavenly. You don't have to just take my words for it, see for yourself =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TP3mpLMRYWI/AAAAAAAAAaY/EESZw6SGIEg/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547843911043604834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TP3mpLMRYWI/AAAAAAAAAaY/EESZw6SGIEg/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TP3mo4HzQ9I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/iQzdc0fdubw/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547843905924580306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TP3mo4HzQ9I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/iQzdc0fdubw/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TP3mos2o15I/AAAAAAAAAaI/d_wSiZdbPbY/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547843902899804050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TP3mos2o15I/AAAAAAAAAaI/d_wSiZdbPbY/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TP3motGQl1I/AAAAAAAAAaA/j1CV50aRaxU/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547843902965323602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TP3motGQl1I/AAAAAAAAAaA/j1CV50aRaxU/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;And this was the 'section' that our graduation dinner was held in. The Longhouse Area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TP3mZ39SFLI/AAAAAAAAAZw/bniUM06WBTA/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547843648182424754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TP3mZ39SFLI/AAAAAAAAAZw/bniUM06WBTA/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TP3mZc2RIPI/AAAAAAAAAZo/sUJRVjDjVoM/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547843640905244914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TP3mZc2RIPI/AAAAAAAAAZo/sUJRVjDjVoM/s320/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TP3mZA9P84I/AAAAAAAAAZg/7hTrGKsPMy0/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547843633418335106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TP3mZA9P84I/AAAAAAAAAZg/7hTrGKsPMy0/s320/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TP3mY-dromI/AAAAAAAAAZY/WB5hOacIHhY/s1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547843632749060706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TP3mY-dromI/AAAAAAAAAZY/WB5hOacIHhY/s320/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I took all these pictures from the restaurant's website cos the pictures taken with my own camera turned out very poor. Anyway, that's all for now. I may be done with my TESOL, but Christmas is just around the corner and I'm tied up doing the decorations. Will post up the pictures soon so see ya people ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406327763742353156-76265706147958659?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/76265706147958659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2010/12/tesol-graduation.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/76265706147958659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/76265706147958659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2010/12/tesol-graduation.html' title='TESOL Graduation'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TP3mpLMRYWI/AAAAAAAAAaY/EESZw6SGIEg/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-8093294983688811004</id><published>2010-09-29T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T08:12:47.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Lamenting ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TKNTxgn2LII/AAAAAAAAAZQ/USMW1Tw70gI/s1600/Forest+Of+Fate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522349678122118274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TKNTxgn2LII/AAAAAAAAAZQ/USMW1Tw70gI/s320/Forest+Of+Fate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How can all of you expect me to be sincere when you're not ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How can all of you expect me to be generous when you're being so calculative ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How can all of you expect me to sacrifice so much when you're not giving me anything ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And how can all of you expect me to stay if I'm being treated like some retard ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know the picture is not related to what I've written, but that's roughly how I feel right now. Just get a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scythe&lt;/span&gt; and start slashing them, well most of them anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*** Picture does not belong to me ***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406327763742353156-8093294983688811004?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/8093294983688811004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2010/09/how-can-all-of-you-expect-me-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/8093294983688811004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/8093294983688811004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2010/09/how-can-all-of-you-expect-me-to-be.html' title='~ Lamenting ~'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TKNTxgn2LII/AAAAAAAAAZQ/USMW1Tw70gI/s72-c/Forest+Of+Fate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-87173158553212880</id><published>2010-09-10T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T19:37:04.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Asagao~ The Morning Glory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There's a phrase that goes "Stop and smell the flowers". While this phrase gets more and more outdated, the more truth I think it carries with it. We're living in such a fast paced lifestyle that we are no longer aware of all those small but beautiful things surrounding us. One of it being trees, flowers and fruits. Here's some of the few that caught my eyes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TIrikLNdJFI/AAAAAAAAAYw/xHc9PBWWgdk/s1600/Hozuki8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515469804780987474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TIrikLNdJFI/AAAAAAAAAYw/xHc9PBWWgdk/s320/Hozuki8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hozuki (Chinese Lantern Fruit)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looks like a tiny little web is protecting the fruit isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TIrijw2KU0I/AAAAAAAAAYo/7-FfySl-D3g/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515469797703963458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TIrijw2KU0I/AAAAAAAAAYo/7-FfySl-D3g/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sakura (the oh-so-famous Cherry Blossoms)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TIrijZR6GFI/AAAAAAAAAYg/oD9oEUP6CJg/s1600/Higanbana+(Lycoris).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515469791377889362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TIrijZR6GFI/AAAAAAAAAYg/oD9oEUP6CJg/s320/Higanbana+(Lycoris).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Higanbana (Red Spider Lily/Lycoris)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please becareful when you deal with this particular flower, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some parts of it are poisonous. This flower is considered &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ominous in the Japanese society (associated with death).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TIrijKN_D4I/AAAAAAAAAYY/j1nPnSUR3dU/s1600/Blue+Hydrangea.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515469787334905730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TIrijKN_D4I/AAAAAAAAAYY/j1nPnSUR3dU/s320/Blue+Hydrangea.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ajisai (Hydrangea)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The best part of this flower is that it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;changes colour according to the pH of the soil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515474855662768418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TIrnKLNg0SI/AAAAAAAAAZI/FN8K109Bf5Y/s320/Stargazer+Lily2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Stargazer Lily&lt;br /&gt;Pretty &amp;amp; poisonous (at least to cats they are)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the latest favourite of mine. They're considered WEEDS by some. But honestly, I don't really care. Cos they're so pretty =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TIrgbABuC_I/AAAAAAAAAYI/kU1eGOPTELo/s1600/Asagao9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515467448136895474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TIrgbABuC_I/AAAAAAAAAYI/kU1eGOPTELo/s320/Asagao9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Asagao (Morning Glory)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TIrga28CcsI/AAAAAAAAAYA/-g0nFUSo1tE/s1600/Asagao8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515467445697147586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TIrga28CcsI/AAAAAAAAAYA/-g0nFUSo1tE/s320/Asagao8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They're often neglected cos they grow by the roadsides in Malaysia (hence some regard them as weeds). They bloom early in the morning when everyone is starting to be busy with their daily activities. They wilt and withered in the evening when everyone is starting to be a little bit more free. Almost no one notices them, but these little babies continue growing and blooming with their heads held high. This is why they caught my attention in the first place. There's a patch of light purple morning glories growing by the roadside on my way to work. Ah ~~~ Bliss early in the morning =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515467426198591858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TIrgZuTOGXI/AAAAAAAAAXw/Yt1YaCGXu8s/s320/Asagao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*** None of the pictures above belongs to me *** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406327763742353156-87173158553212880?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/87173158553212880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2010/09/asagao-morning-glory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/87173158553212880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/87173158553212880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2010/09/asagao-morning-glory.html' title='~Asagao~ The Morning Glory'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TIrikLNdJFI/AAAAAAAAAYw/xHc9PBWWgdk/s72-c/Hozuki8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-3947428046670055350</id><published>2010-08-06T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T09:38:38.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- Nervous Wreck -</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My TESOL course is starting tomorrow and I'm really nervous about it. Don't ask me why, I just am. I've been told that there's only 3 students including myself. That did nothing but contributed more to my nervousness x.x &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Putting that aside, I'm starting work this coming Monday. The working hours is long and the pay is not high. Also, I can say that I'm being underpaid for a degree holder. But oh well, what can I say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- I'm still a nervous wreck right now -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406327763742353156-3947428046670055350?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/3947428046670055350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2010/08/nervous-wreck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/3947428046670055350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/3947428046670055350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2010/08/nervous-wreck.html' title='- Nervous Wreck -'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-5407328370383235395</id><published>2010-07-24T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T04:04:12.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- False Alarm -</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I thought it's almost time for dinner so I stopped all my activity on the computer and went to the kitchen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;False alarm =_= &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Given the short time that I have now before dinner, I can't continue what I was doing just a few moments ago. So to kill some time, I came here .__.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TErFcyqrbKI/AAAAAAAAAXg/SnL9sMoB79E/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497423393586900130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TErFcyqrbKI/AAAAAAAAAXg/SnL9sMoB79E/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thinking of buying this top and bottom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Has a kind of Final Fantasy feel to it &lt;div align="center"&gt;Top (2800) = 16 800&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bottom (2800) = 16 800&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Total = 33 600&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Looks at money left*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nope, too broke =\ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TErFcL1csPI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/eEpyj0C7K-s/s1600/96.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497423383163089138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TErFcL1csPI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/eEpyj0C7K-s/s320/96.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And lastly, this is my current wallpaper &amp;amp; infatuation.&lt;br /&gt;Houmei aka Komyou Sanzo.&lt;br /&gt;Genjyo Sanzo's master.&lt;br /&gt;He's funny XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*I'm still very much addicted to Hibari Kyoya*&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/8406327763742353156-5407328370383235395?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/5407328370383235395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2010/07/false-alarm.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/5407328370383235395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/5407328370383235395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2010/07/false-alarm.html' title='- False Alarm -'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TErFcyqrbKI/AAAAAAAAAXg/SnL9sMoB79E/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-4231763539145495979</id><published>2010-07-20T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T11:55:02.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EL Mates &amp; Other Graduating Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just realized that there's about 1 month left to our convocation ceremony and I have to say, I almost thought I will never be able to graduate due to Professional Writing and Online Journalism. Alot of things happened in the last semester, and sadly, they're not happy things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have mixed feelings to graduate under these circumstances. Glad that all those issues are over, but at the same time, I'm gonna miss all of you EL peeps. And some of you who are in other courses too =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The reason that I write this post is because I won't be attending the convocation. To the EL peeps who are graduating this coming August, congratulations and have fun at the ceremony. Take lots of photos and tag me on Facebook if you can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's ok if you want to tag me on the pokok ke, bangku ke, just don't tag me on some weird creatures/human beings. The same goes for other peeps in other courses who are graduating in the coming convocation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last of all, CORNERLOT, have fun eh. Take lots of photos for me to see and remember to keep in touch with me !!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406327763742353156-4231763539145495979?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/4231763539145495979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2010/07/el-mates-other-graduating-friends.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/4231763539145495979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/4231763539145495979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2010/07/el-mates-other-graduating-friends.html' title='EL Mates &amp; Other Graduating Friends'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-2699986402294923182</id><published>2010-07-10T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T18:57:59.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ ATTENTION PLEASE ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm in hibernation mode. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sms-es will not be replied so quickly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Calls might not be answered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'll get back to you when I check my phone (which is rare).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If you need to reach me urgently, please leave a sms that states it's urgent. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'll get back to you ASAP.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Last of all, sorry if I did not reply your sms-es/calls. I sometimes forgot. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thanks =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406327763742353156-2699986402294923182?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/2699986402294923182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2010/07/attention-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/2699986402294923182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/2699986402294923182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2010/07/attention-please.html' title='~ ATTENTION PLEASE ~'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-63510044001445590</id><published>2010-06-18T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T04:24:49.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm In Love (Again)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm . . . rotting at home. It's been a month but I don't have any resolve to start studying or working yet. Instead, I'm doing nothing but sleeping, eating, watching anime, playing PC games and playing audi. I've lost interest in FB because I've found something more amusing and adorable. Or should I say someone. I'm in love again !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484068676707634322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TBtTZ9cBTJI/AAAAAAAAAXA/eDhwWglvJdk/s320/Hibird.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hibari Kyoya &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okok, I know it's lame. He's not even real. Yada yada yada. But I just can't get enough of him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So sadistic, sarcastic, strong and absolutely gorgeous. He has a nice seiyuu too XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm not only busy rewinding ... I mean watching the anime, but also busy reading doujinshi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dino x Hibari *_* (Yuko, I'm addicted to them)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TBtTwe3NglI/AAAAAAAAAXI/OYSApfS4B-Q/s1600/Dino+x+Kyouya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484069063637172818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TBtTwe3NglI/AAAAAAAAAXI/OYSApfS4B-Q/s320/Dino+x+Kyouya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My current wallpaper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok lah, &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tengii&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I know you said it's obscene and I'm not the only one at home. But I just don't care. I can't get enough =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alright enough. I'm gonna go back to staring at him XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.S: Aiai, here's the clip I told you about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rL5jtxsTrQQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rL5jtxsTrQQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*** None of the pictures above belong to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406327763742353156-63510044001445590?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/63510044001445590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-in-love-again.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/63510044001445590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/63510044001445590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-in-love-again.html' title='I&apos;m In Love (Again)'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/TBtTZ9cBTJI/AAAAAAAAAXA/eDhwWglvJdk/s72-c/Hibird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-4550968602227070882</id><published>2010-05-13T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T05:02:59.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Me ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470722491513263218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/S-vpHvNjVHI/AAAAAAAAAWg/QwJEYGDYYHo/s320/Set+-+Goku.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/S-vjei7OFzI/AAAAAAAAAWY/Vi4kqjVDpL8/s1600/Goku42.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A person once said I'm weird. And this person asked me why I like Saiyuki by Kazuya Minekura so much. He was so curious and so determined to understand me that he even started reading the manga or watching the anime. But after that, he told me he still couldn't understand why Saiyuki is so appealing to me and he told me again that I'm beyond comprehension.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I didn't know why I'm attracted to Saiyuki or animes. It might be that Saiyuki was one of the first animes I watched. It might be that I'm attracted to the characters. It might be that I am interested in the plot. It might be because I can connect to the characters. It might be the combination of all that I have mentioned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470722494869488434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/S-vpH7tvQzI/AAAAAAAAAWo/w0Dxdes3_7U/s320/Set+-+Konzen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But recently, I began to understand a little why. Even when I was younger, I was abit 'odd' to many people. When others of my age would have prefered to hang out with friends, go for movies and stuffs like that, I find all those activities a little redundant. I prefer to stay at home and read all kinds of books (especially trivias), watch Nat Geo and stuffs like that. Even when my family members gather around to talk, I would not be joining them most of the time. Instead, I can be found in my room lazing around, reading or maybe in front of the computer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do enjoy going out with my friends, but I'm an introvert by nature. I prefer to be alone if given the chance. Some people will call me emo, weird, etc. Maybe I am. But personally, I don't find myself that weird or emo. I prefer to be alone because I'm more comfortable being alone. I don't feel lonely because alot of things go through my mind. Some of you might have noticed, I space out easily and alot. I have the ability to shut everything out and imagine I'm somewhere else altogether. You can also find me staring at nothing in particular for hours at times (this freaks people out). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/S-vpIK9Zu1I/AAAAAAAAAWw/MnhDfKGz1z4/s1600/Set+-+Kenren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470722498961718098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/S-vpIK9Zu1I/AAAAAAAAAWw/MnhDfKGz1z4/s320/Set+-+Kenren.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people mistook this as shutting myself down but in reality, I'm just thinking about a whole lot of questions with no answers. Due to my spacing out nature, I can only remember at most 45% of my life and some of the more meaningful/hurtful/happy/unhappy memories. Everything else is blur. Everything else are like passing dreams to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to the question as to why I'm addicted to animes. Like I said, I'm beginning to understand a little why. In my life, something is missing. I don't know what it is and I might not know forever. When I first started watching Saiyuki, I felt as though I can find this something in animes. I continue searching for this something frantically and before I knew it, 7 years have passed and I'm still searching for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470722508213716194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/S-vpItbQBOI/AAAAAAAAAW4/i2FfeK67R7U/s320/Set+-+Tenpou.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are obsessed with clothes, some with cars, some with books, some with women, some with men, some with celebrities and the list goes on. These people are labeled obsessed but otherwise deemed normal. People who are obsessed with animes however (like me), are deemed otaku, weird and given all sorts of derogative terms. I don't really mind, but it just strikes me as something funny. We're just obsessed about different things. Other than that, I don't really see how different we can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;****, thanx for doing all that and thanx for trying so hard to understand me back then. It's too late now and I know you would never read this, but I would still like to say thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'd still continue watching animes and reading mangas. Not because it's a trend. Not because some famous people are doing it. And certainly not because I'm bored. But because I'm in love with them, it has become a part of my life and I still haven't given up on searching for that something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406327763742353156-4550968602227070882?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/4550968602227070882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2010/05/me.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/4550968602227070882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/4550968602227070882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2010/05/me.html' title='~ Me ~'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/S-vpHvNjVHI/AAAAAAAAAWg/QwJEYGDYYHo/s72-c/Set+-+Goku.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-3161190042121208656</id><published>2010-05-10T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:10:52.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Thanx 4 The Great Time ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The past few days involved some crazy studying and some crazy eating. I mean really CRAZY eating. On 7th, right after exam, me, Fiona and 7k went for Shogun's lunch buffet. There's a discount going on, some 25% off I think. So it was less than RM 40 per person by the end of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/S-jhxFIsysI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/6pqGyvvnQWg/s1600/Shogun.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469869980749974210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/S-jhxFIsysI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/6pqGyvvnQWg/s320/Shogun.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Platter - Assorted Tempura Veggie, Potato Salad &amp;amp; Sushi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/S-jhw0hqrJI/AAAAAAAAAWI/1BCblgusLpQ/s1600/Shogun+-+Ceek+Chean.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469869976291290258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/S-jhw0hqrJI/AAAAAAAAAWI/1BCblgusLpQ/s320/Shogun+-+Ceek+Chean.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ceek Chean's Platter - Cherry Tomatoes &amp;amp; Sushi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/S-jhMdheCzI/AAAAAAAAAWA/5xPNfO8Lfs8/s1600/Shogun+-+Fiona.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469869351641156402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/S-jhMdheCzI/AAAAAAAAAWA/5xPNfO8Lfs8/s320/Shogun+-+Fiona.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fiona's Leftover - Tempura Oyster Mushroom and Dory Fish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/S-jhL0KokoI/AAAAAAAAAV4/S4kLzC_Zi-Y/s1600/Shogun+-+Ice+Cream.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469869340539523714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/S-jhL0KokoI/AAAAAAAAAV4/S4kLzC_Zi-Y/s320/Shogun+-+Ice+Cream.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Peppermint Ice Cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/S-jhLuTd8BI/AAAAAAAAAVw/1Vz06sDBcrQ/s1600/Shogun+-+Ginger+Tea.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469869338965962770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/S-jhLuTd8BI/AAAAAAAAAVw/1Vz06sDBcrQ/s320/Shogun+-+Ginger+Tea.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Ginseng Tea (super bitter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after Shogun we walked around 1U for a couple of hours. After that me and 7k went for Ip Man 2. Nice movie XD and Fiona went for The Diary of a Winpy Kid with her friend. 7k seriously have a good metabolisme. After the movie, he's hungry again =_= So we went for dinner at I-forgot-what's-the-name-of-the-restaurant. No pictures here. Went back home after the dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then on 10th me, Sydney, Fiona, Esther, Yuko, Lynda, 7k and Joshua went for lunch in Seoul Garden. Seoul Garden pictures are with Lynda. So no pictures here. After the Seoul Garden trip, we went to MidValley. Walked around and after doing all the necessary shopping, we went for Zen. It's located outside of Rock Corner, near the cinema. They were having this promotion where it's 3 choices of cakes + a pot of tea of your selection + a free can of earl grey tea for RM30. We were crazy and were thinking 'oh what the heck'. And thus ended up with 2 sets of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/S-jhLCqgZuI/AAAAAAAAAVo/uHhFHv32rBQ/s1600/Zen+-+Tiramisu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469869327251433186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/S-jhLCqgZuI/AAAAAAAAAVo/uHhFHv32rBQ/s320/Zen+-+Tiramisu.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tiramisu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/S-jhK4nwtKI/AAAAAAAAAVg/e7PKMxEVsJQ/s1600/Zen+-+Pistachio+Chocolate.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469869324555564194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/S-jhK4nwtKI/AAAAAAAAAVg/e7PKMxEVsJQ/s320/Zen+-+Pistachio+Chocolate.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pistachio &amp;amp; Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/S-jgKRqa2zI/AAAAAAAAAVY/g39xV-0sG9o/s1600/Zen+-+New+York+Cheese.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469868214586104626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/S-jgKRqa2zI/AAAAAAAAAVY/g39xV-0sG9o/s320/Zen+-+New+York+Cheese.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; New York Cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/S-jgKCYByJI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/VWY8aP6YvKU/s1600/Zen+-+Green+Tea.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469868210482432146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/S-jgKCYByJI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/VWY8aP6YvKU/s320/Zen+-+Green+Tea.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Green Tea Cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/S-jgJ0l-3cI/AAAAAAAAAVI/3wzWVUmldfM/s1600/Zen+-+Dark+Chocolate+Berries.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469868206782864834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/S-jgJ0l-3cI/AAAAAAAAAVI/3wzWVUmldfM/s320/Zen+-+Dark+Chocolate+Berries.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dark Chocolate Cherry (nicest one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/S-jgJcQAUoI/AAAAAAAAAVA/JHGCyAfzetU/s1600/Zen+-+Chocolate+Berries.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469868200248234626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/S-jgJcQAUoI/AAAAAAAAAVA/JHGCyAfzetU/s320/Zen+-+Chocolate+Berries.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chocolate Berries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/S-jgJCweyII/AAAAAAAAAU4/x5C7mMlpaCk/s1600/Zen+-+Assortment.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469868193405126786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/S-jgJCweyII/AAAAAAAAAU4/x5C7mMlpaCk/s320/Zen+-+Assortment.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All 6 selections together XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went back home with a really bloated tummy at around 8 something. When I was walking towards my house, I heard someone faintly calling out to me. I thought I was imagining things and just ignored it at first. But the calling continued. It was pitch dark at that time and I could only see 2 figures waving at me from the neighbourhood playground. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Yuko and Esther. And so we chatted and chatted till it was 11 and we went back. Lolz =_= It was fun though (minus the heat &amp;amp; feeding the mosquitoes part). Yuko, I finally found someone similar to me. Touched T^T Let's do it again sometime soon ne =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406327763742353156-3161190042121208656?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/3161190042121208656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2010/05/thanx-4-great-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/3161190042121208656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/3161190042121208656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2010/05/thanx-4-great-time.html' title='~ Thanx 4 The Great Time ~'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/S-jhxFIsysI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/6pqGyvvnQWg/s72-c/Shogun.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-1072956658292024670</id><published>2010-04-22T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T11:42:44.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Scorpio ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you've accused me of things I never said, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you've accused me of things I never did,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you've accused me of things I've never felt, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you've hurt me very deeply, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then please don't beg for my forgiveness, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or hope that things will go back to normal, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hold grudges very strongly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Be grateful I'm merciful enough to not deliver that final blow, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I might forgive you just for old time's sake, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I'll always remember what you've done for eternity,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just like how a Scorpio would. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406327763742353156-1072956658292024670?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/1072956658292024670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2010/04/scorpio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/1072956658292024670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/1072956658292024670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2010/04/scorpio.html' title='~ Scorpio ~'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-2306152710779649065</id><published>2010-04-13T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T07:27:48.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really don't know what to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or what to think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whatever that I've said, you ignored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whatever we've said, you ignore as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You told me you're listening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But if you are, why are you always repeating the same thing ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You said that we're blaming you cos of the assignments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That we are punishing you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We told you it was never the assignments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's your ATTITUDE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's the way you handle things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that we're not punishing you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you just ignored the fact as usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And insisted that it was the assignments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You said that you're grateful we're friends with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eventhough you're different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've told you many times and I'll tell you again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NONE of us thinks you're different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or treated you differently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's all in your head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you prefer to just ignore that again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You said that you take us as friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That to us, you're nothing more than an assignment friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well if that is the case, why do we bother hanging out with you ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Are we that not trustable to you that you would doubt our friendships ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We can just ask you out ONLY when there are assignments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But we didn't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When things happened to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You would ALWAYS tell me to ignore them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That things will go back to normal again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the same shit happens to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why can't you do that as well ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Instead, you prefer to make things worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You started creating all kinds of issues that were never there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You started questioning our frienships.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You started saying things that were mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even when I was consoling you, you would pick a fight with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you really say that I've never tried ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You would hang up on us when you feel like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or just go off from msn when you feel like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eventhough you're the one who wanted to talk in the first place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we've wanted to talk it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You ignored us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not picking up your phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not bothering to reply our sms-es.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And only reply when you finally feel like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you said it's cos you're sensitive at that time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And don't wish to talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you don't wish to talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then can't you just say so ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Instead of ignoring us like we're some nobody. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now you finally want to talk when you FEEL like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And expects us to readily talk to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're not robots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have emotions too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're sensitive too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just because you feel like it doesn't mean that we do too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you thought of that ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why do you do things only when it's convenient for you ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did you actually think about our feelings ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still, we talked to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And all you can say are the same things again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That you're different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That we're punishing you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That all this happens because of the assignments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To be honest, I'm disappointed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Disappointed and angry when you say:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll never bother you all again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the very end, you think that ONLY YOU, takes this as friendships.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That all of us NEVER treated you as friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would just like to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you doubt our friendships that much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then just think about what we've been through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What we've done for one another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And how we stood up for you and vice versa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you still have doubts till then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And still thinks that we're punishing you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then I guess there's no point in staying as friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When it is the end, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The mask will fall, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And reveal the REAL you.&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/8406327763742353156-2306152710779649065?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/2306152710779649065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2010/04/letter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/2306152710779649065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/2306152710779649065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2010/04/letter.html' title='A Letter ~'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-4247202143586099381</id><published>2010-03-25T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T13:50:42.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Useful ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some of the things that a friend told me today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If your opinions &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DIFFER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from others, it's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cos &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DIFFERENT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; individual to begin with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you've only heard &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;side of the story, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DON'T BE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;TOO QUICK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to judge cos people are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;what they seem to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;DON'T JUDGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a book by it's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;COVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you think &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are hurt, the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;OTHER PARTY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; might be hurt &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVEN MORE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ask for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;HONESTY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;DON'T &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;BLAME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; others when it come right smack on your face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;TRUE FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;NOT IGNORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you when you try to tell them the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HARSH TRUTH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;DON'T JOKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on others if you &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAN'T TAKE IT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when the joke's on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thanx. It really describes how I feel =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406327763742353156-4247202143586099381?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/4247202143586099381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2010/03/useful.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/4247202143586099381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/4247202143586099381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2010/03/useful.html' title='Useful ~'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-5847531430206847324</id><published>2010-03-21T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T10:17:45.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As promised, Part 2. Didn't reply him much for Ms. Pink's sake =.= &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, VERY GENTLEMAN INDEED. First time seeing a 'gentleman' using such a colourful language. On top of that, having all the facts and arguments out of context. Tsk tsk tsk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451137378312037442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/S6ZUkHAkpEI/AAAAAAAAAUw/id7sjKlZobg/s320/Edited9.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/S6ZSh-bdgnI/AAAAAAAAAUg/3zveB_LPqnI/s1600-h/Edited10.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451135142625903218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/S6ZSh-bdgnI/AAAAAAAAAUg/3zveB_LPqnI/s320/Edited10.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/S6ZShgKce9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/zD9r_T5nR5w/s1600-h/Edited11.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451135134501469138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/S6ZShgKce9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/zD9r_T5nR5w/s320/Edited11.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406327763742353156-5847531430206847324?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/5847531430206847324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2010/03/lol-part-2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/5847531430206847324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/5847531430206847324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2010/03/lol-part-2.html' title='LOL (Part 2)'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/S6ZUkHAkpEI/AAAAAAAAAUw/id7sjKlZobg/s72-c/Edited9.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-2917015940273121374</id><published>2010-03-18T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T10:30:23.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm just gonna say, I'm proud to be who I am. We don't need all these. You don't have the rights to condemn us. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/S6JW0tyYjEI/AAAAAAAAATo/KpXY8xQMJ5A/s1600-h/Edited.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450013962715827266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/S6JW0tyYjEI/AAAAAAAAATo/KpXY8xQMJ5A/s320/Edited.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/S6JWz4H8ihI/AAAAAAAAATg/T1ZPlK11fdI/s1600-h/Edited2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450013948310751762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/S6JWz4H8ihI/AAAAAAAAATg/T1ZPlK11fdI/s320/Edited2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/S6JWzuyCZMI/AAAAAAAAATY/0dIOLraoAIM/s1600-h/Edited3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450013945802941634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/S6JWzuyCZMI/AAAAAAAAATY/0dIOLraoAIM/s320/Edited3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/S6JWy9ZPjJI/AAAAAAAAATQ/ctScBQEGWD8/s1600-h/Edited4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450013932545608850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/S6JWy9ZPjJI/AAAAAAAAATQ/ctScBQEGWD8/s320/Edited4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/S6JWyemfg0I/AAAAAAAAATI/7AZHK86H8zc/s1600-h/Edited5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450013924279681858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/S6JWyemfg0I/AAAAAAAAATI/7AZHK86H8zc/s320/Edited5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450018213969578962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/S6JasK8Qy9I/AAAAAAAAATw/ifxdfwCAY4o/s320/Edited6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450026933547627410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/S6Jint5q85I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Gj7NrHfHXz0/s320/Edited7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450026926137810114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/S6JinSTCHMI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HJhxBNBl7hg/s320/Edited8.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406327763742353156-2917015940273121374?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/2917015940273121374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2010/03/shallow.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/2917015940273121374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/2917015940273121374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2010/03/shallow.html' title='LOL'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/S6JW0tyYjEI/AAAAAAAAATo/KpXY8xQMJ5A/s72-c/Edited.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-5746659296480742306</id><published>2010-03-18T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T07:51:33.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Junior Concert Tickets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was trying to start my Assignment 2b for Online Journalism when &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tengii &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;suddenly called me. She told me that we won &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;2 Super Junior concert tickets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. And what's more the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rock Pit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; one which costs &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RM458 each&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. In addition we also won &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;2 Channel V goodie bags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; which cost &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RM50 each&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I just went O.O We don't usually win when we enter competitions. And what's more, we were just fooling around when we entered it. Here's the slogan that we submitted:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love watching Channel [V] because &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;[V] brings me a [V]ariety of songs from a [V]ariety of genres with a di[V]ersity of artists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To think that this type of slogan can actually win is kinda =.= lll I think we won cos of that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[V]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; thing ... Personally, I'm not a fan of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;SuJu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. If I could, I would've sold the tickets for cash. Wish I have an additional 2 or 3 tickets. Then I can drag 7k and Jojo along so that I won't feel so lost there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As for now, back to my assignment &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;*sigh*&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/8406327763742353156-5746659296480742306?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/5746659296480742306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2010/03/super-junior-concert-tickets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/5746659296480742306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/5746659296480742306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2010/03/super-junior-concert-tickets.html' title='Super Junior Concert Tickets'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-1352766697846568969</id><published>2010-01-20T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T19:24:52.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Still Weird Me Thinks . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;New semester has finally started and well, I sort of have mixed feelings for it. I'm glad &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(actually glad, what's wrong with me ? *smacks myself*)&lt;/span&gt; that it has started. But also kind of sad I guess cos is the last semester and after that I might have to work =( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Moved into a new room in Seksyen 19. I won't say that I'm completely happy and comfortable with it. But since it's only for 5 months or so, this will just have to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;FYP is well, progressing, but slowly. I'm suppose to start Chapter 4 by now and I did. But only 2 paragraphs. Pathetic . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last of all, since I'm rotting in my room, I might as well enjoy myself while I'm at it. Been drowning in &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Gintama&lt;/span&gt; for the past few days. You know when people keep calling you &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ah Moi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Minah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tambi&lt;/span&gt;, etc and you get annoyed. And if they &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you, you'll be almost pissed off and probably tell them that your name is not&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and that it is plain rude to be calling people that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;BUT, ever since I started &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Gintama&lt;/span&gt;, I begin to like the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; alot. Lol &gt;.&gt; It's just that the way &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Gin-chan&lt;/span&gt; says it is really cute and funny. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OIiIiIiIi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. So cute that it's enough to make me feel like changing my name to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. But then again, it only sounded nice coming from him. I doubt I would like it if some random person suddenly &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; me =\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428801446479709682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/S1b6Jw2MxfI/AAAAAAAAATA/3hsfjwp7Uv0/s320/d8e613550b6620_full.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Along the 3 months of holidays, I noticed that many things have changed. But I still have all those weird preferences in me. As much as it freaks and irritates some people, I'm glad in every way that those preferences have not left me =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I still like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gojyo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Kakashi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Marian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; alot cos they are . . . (fill in the blank) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I still like that sadistic &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sanzo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and that blur &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Kougaiji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I still think &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Orochimaru&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Faust&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;are disgustingly handsome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I still like &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gaara&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jiraiya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; alot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I still would pick &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Naruto&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;over &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sasuke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I still am head over heels with &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muraki &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;instead of &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tsuzuki&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I still think clowns are freaky but &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pierrot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Yakitate Japan) and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hisoka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;(Hunter x Hunter) are plain gorgeous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I still like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Belus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; eventhough he's a wicked demon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I still like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Hiruma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;although some people told me that he's not exactly in the good looking category. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I still like &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rufus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reno&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sephiroth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kadaj&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;eventhough they're villains. And oh, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vincent&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Genesis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I still prefer &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alucard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Abel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;over &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Edward Cullen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I still think &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Ushio and Tora) is cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I still happen to like perverted, sadistic, crazy, psychopaths in animes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406327763742353156-1352766697846568969?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/1352766697846568969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-still-weird-me-thinks.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/1352766697846568969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/1352766697846568969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-still-weird-me-thinks.html' title='I Am Still Weird Me Thinks . . .'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/S1b6Jw2MxfI/AAAAAAAAATA/3hsfjwp7Uv0/s72-c/d8e613550b6620_full.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-438114394524289651</id><published>2010-01-01T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T05:46:06.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been Awhile ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been ages since I've updated. Nothing much to update and also, not much time to do so too. Hmm, let's see . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Meet up with the group of girls from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;CONVENT&lt;/span&gt;. It's been so long . . . And good to have met up with all of you too =) We'll most probably be having another gathering during &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CHINESE NEW YEAR&lt;/span&gt;. Hope you girls can make it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Got some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;R&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;H&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;gifts from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Karen&lt;/span&gt;. Thank you so much. Got an early one from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Max&lt;/span&gt; too. Thanx &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;aiai&lt;/span&gt; XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Exchanged &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; gifts with &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yuki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yuri&lt;/span&gt;. Thanx for the gifts =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was well . . . &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; presents are still not opened cos&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Tengii's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;present hasn't arrive till now. So yeah . . .&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Went to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;AVATAR&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; wow *__* Would like to watch it again if I have the chance. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;FYP&lt;/span&gt; is going kinda slow . . . *sigh*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's about all so far. Like I said, nothing much happening. The only thing that happened is that both the hamsters in my house are bloating up. My mum treated them like they are her grandchildren. One of the first things that she do when she wakes up in the morning is to feed them. And she's always asking us if we have already feed them (but she doesn't care that we ourselves have not eaten anything yet). And those 2 hamsters get to stay in the air-con room the whole day . . . I have a feeling that my 2 poor dogs are being abandoned by my mum &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still remember it clearly - on one day, she asked me if I've sprayed the living room with insect repellent. I thought she was concerned that we (the whole family) might get bitten by mosquitoes. Instead, she continued her sentence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THOSE PESKY MOSQUITOES MIGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;T BITE MY GRANDCHILDREN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My jaw dropped =_= lll Is my hamster more important than me now o_O?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Sz2xprQzkhI/AAAAAAAAAS4/irM7vWgzvlA/s1600-h/KenKen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421684855969911314" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 281px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Sz2xprQzkhI/AAAAAAAAAS4/irM7vWgzvlA/s320/KenKen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;KenKen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Sz2xpes9k2I/AAAAAAAAASw/uZiZPCYzn0o/s1600-h/Ken5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421684852598346594" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 218px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Sz2xpes9k2I/AAAAAAAAASw/uZiZPCYzn0o/s320/Ken5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wonder what he's looking at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Sz2xpFBKV-I/AAAAAAAAASo/jNh_NJFJAjE/s1600-h/Ken4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421684845703747554" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 249px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Sz2xpFBKV-I/AAAAAAAAASo/jNh_NJFJAjE/s320/Ken4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He looks so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;small&lt;/span&gt; curling up in his running wheel, but when he comes out, OMG O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Sz2xosCa2cI/AAAAAAAAASg/T8WnkLpyy_A/s1600-h/Ken3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421684838998137282" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 306px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Sz2xosCa2cI/AAAAAAAAASg/T8WnkLpyy_A/s320/Ken3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unruly fur . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Sz2xoL7eZZI/AAAAAAAAASY/U9W8Zp_70s0/s1600-h/Ken2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421684830379074962" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 198px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Sz2xoL7eZZI/AAAAAAAAASY/U9W8Zp_70s0/s320/Ken2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Acting innocent . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Sz2xdc1POYI/AAAAAAAAASQ/akrELqF2xrQ/s1600-h/Min2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421684645937756546" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 267px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Sz2xdc1POYI/AAAAAAAAASQ/akrELqF2xrQ/s320/Min2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MinMin (Tengii's hamster)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Sz2xdBxabnI/AAAAAAAAASI/f0mpXc5477M/s1600-h/Min3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421684638673956466" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 281px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Sz2xdBxabnI/AAAAAAAAASI/f0mpXc5477M/s320/Min3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chewing my mum's hand massager&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Sz2xc4-vcPI/AAAAAAAAASA/khlOfBAIHTM/s1600-h/Min4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421684636313940210" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 298px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Sz2xc4-vcPI/AAAAAAAAASA/khlOfBAIHTM/s320/Min4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Notice the glowing ruby eyes ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Sz2xcpr2omI/AAAAAAAAAR4/8pzgZLwlU2U/s1600-h/Min5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421684632208188002" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 267px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Sz2xcpr2omI/AAAAAAAAAR4/8pzgZLwlU2U/s320/Min5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still munching away like nobody's business&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/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Sz2xcftktOI/AAAAAAAAARw/84jkUX-utuE/s1600-h/MinMin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421684629531047138" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 255px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Sz2xcftktOI/AAAAAAAAARw/84jkUX-utuE/s320/MinMin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MinMin used to be slim. And I mean &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;SLIM&lt;/span&gt;. We said that he's vain. Always &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;'jaga badan'&lt;/span&gt;. But recently, he bloated up too (thanx to my mum ~_~) &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/8406327763742353156-438114394524289651?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/438114394524289651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-been-awhile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/438114394524289651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/438114394524289651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s Been Awhile ~'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Sz2xprQzkhI/AAAAAAAAAS4/irM7vWgzvlA/s72-c/KenKen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-14926741589489457</id><published>2009-11-04T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T10:33:42.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Lies ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SvF1TQ4Xg-I/AAAAAAAAARo/fu6lLHUAGJw/s1600-h/2Japanese+Girl24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400226402003289058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SvF1TQ4Xg-I/AAAAAAAAARo/fu6lLHUAGJw/s320/2Japanese+Girl24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When all that you know is a lie;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When all that you believe is a lie;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet all along you knew it's a lie;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would you still have continue believing it ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would - it's the only thing that keeps me going;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The very thing that breathes the essence of life into me;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So just leave me alone;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And let me drown in that blissful lie . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406327763742353156-14926741589489457?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/14926741589489457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2009/11/lies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/14926741589489457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/14926741589489457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2009/11/lies.html' title='~ Lies ~'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SvF1TQ4Xg-I/AAAAAAAAARo/fu6lLHUAGJw/s72-c/2Japanese+Girl24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-8391195196733588928</id><published>2009-10-03T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T04:28:06.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Dear Beloved ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SseGdAn4mOI/AAAAAAAAARg/iYW6dBokqdA/s1600-h/Sakura+Tomoyo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SseGdAn4mOI/AAAAAAAAARg/iYW6dBokqdA/s320/Sakura+Tomoyo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388423312113703138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is kinda random.&lt;br /&gt;But it just popped into my head suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to get it out, so here I am.&lt;br /&gt;Aiai, this is about us.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I feel like I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kinomoto Sakura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*only not as pretty as her*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daidouji&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Tomoyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially the taking pictures part &gt;.&lt; lll&lt;br /&gt;You're always showering me with gifts, love, attention &amp;amp; support.&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough people might misunderstand us =x&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough I've never told you this sincerely.&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough a simple thank you will never be enough.&lt;br /&gt;I would still like to say . . . &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S: Off your phone Tomoyo-hime =x&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/8406327763742353156-8391195196733588928?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/8391195196733588928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2009/10/dear-beloved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/8391195196733588928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/8391195196733588928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2009/10/dear-beloved.html' title='~ Dear Beloved ~'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SseGdAn4mOI/AAAAAAAAARg/iYW6dBokqdA/s72-c/Sakura+Tomoyo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-6807097478018537673</id><published>2009-09-13T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T14:43:43.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Please Don't Leave Me ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Sq1XWiuuHuI/AAAAAAAAARY/qSiNh-hNRZc/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381053174569115362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Sq1XWiuuHuI/AAAAAAAAARY/qSiNh-hNRZc/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's scary how fragile a human life can be. Max, I'm really sorry for your lost. I don't know what to say or how to console you cos I know losing someone can just be too much to bear. You acted indifferent towards him sometimes but I can see that you really love him with all your heart. I can see that you feel so happy by just talking about him. I'm pretty sure that Zo is a nice guy although I did not have a chance of knowing him at all. Max, it's all right to mourn and it's alright to cry. But I do hope that you will be able to make peace with yourself soon. A lot of people out there still care about you. And I'm sure he'll be watching over you too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here's a little song dedication for you and Zo. Hope you like it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P!nk - Please Don't Leave Me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Da da da da, da da da da&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Da da da da-da da&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know if I can yell any louder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How many time have I kicked you outta here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or said something insulting?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;da da da da-da&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can be so mean when I wanna be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am capable of really anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can cut you into pieces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When my heart is....broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Da da da-da da&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please don't leave me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please don't leave me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I always say how I don't need you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it's always gonna come right back to this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please, don't leave me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How did I become so obnoxious?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What is it with you that makes me act like this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've never been this nasty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't you tell that this is all just a contest?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The one that wins will be the one that hits the hardest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But baby I don't mean it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean it, I promise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Da da da-da da&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please don't leave me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Da da da-da da&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please don't leave me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Da da da-da da&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I always say how I don't need you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it's always gonna come right back to this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please, don't leave me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I forgot to say out loud how beautiful you really are to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't be without, you're my perfect little punching bag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I need you, I'm sorry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Da da da da, da da da da&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;da da da da-da da&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please, please don't leave me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby please don't leave me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, don't leave me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please don't leave me no no no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You say I don't need you but it's always gonna come right back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's gonna come right back to this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please, don't leave me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, don't leave me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please don't leave me, oh no no no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I always say how I don't need you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it's always gonna come right back to this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please don't leave me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please don't leave me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;~ May Zo rest in peace ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406327763742353156-6807097478018537673?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/6807097478018537673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2009/09/please-dont-leave-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/6807097478018537673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/6807097478018537673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2009/09/please-dont-leave-me.html' title='~ Please Don&apos;t Leave Me ~'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Sq1XWiuuHuI/AAAAAAAAARY/qSiNh-hNRZc/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-654303998796996480</id><published>2009-08-26T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T11:06:53.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Appetizers ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SpV2BdW8PYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/kgR1e9n-LKw/s1600-h/Appetizer.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374331497769352578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SpV2BdW8PYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/kgR1e9n-LKw/s320/Appetizer.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Deviled Eggs that I made for demonstrative speech&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SpV2AvFWxsI/AAAAAAAAARI/xxaMfTtLAJ8/s1600-h/Appetizer2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374331485347563202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SpV2AvFWxsI/AAAAAAAAARI/xxaMfTtLAJ8/s320/Appetizer2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Clock wise:&lt;br /&gt;Tower Crackers by Sydney,&lt;br /&gt;Italian salad by Fiona &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;Philippine salad by Shima &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally finish doing our demonstrative speech today. No more speeches for now. Hooray~ The girls and I did appetizers from 4 different places - Italy, Philippine, America &amp;amp; Rome. Fiona did Italy, Shima is Philippine, Sydney did America &amp;amp; I chose Rome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had to come out with some decorations cos my plate is kinda big. The tomato roses were pretty easy to make XD As for the lemon slices, it kinda popped into my head this morning itself. Ahaha ~_~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The whole speech turned out better than what I've expected. Am glad that all the food were gone as well. Just hope no one ends with with diarrhea. Didn't realize that the mustard just expired until Denise/Dylane pointed it out. Or was it Esther? But oh well, since it's only 2 teaspoons for such HUGE portion, I doubt it'll do any damage to anybody at all.  XD Now I'm just hoping that the marks that we get will be okay too ~_~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For those who wanted the Deviled Eggs recipe, here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;12 (a dozen) hard-boiled eggs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1/2 block of Kraft Philadelphia Cream Cheese (soften)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3 tablespoons of Mayonnaise &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2 teaspoons of Dijon Mustard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2 teaspoons of lemon juice (or white vinegar)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1 teaspoon of sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1 slice of ham (diced) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Paprika&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;** Ham can be substituted with shrimp, spring onion, caper or caviar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Put the dozen of eggs into a saucepan and fill it with water (at least an inch above the eggs). Bring it to boil and remove it from the heat. Leave it for 15 minutes. Scoop the eggs out into some cold water. This will help to stop the cooking process as well as to cool the eggs. (you might need to change the water for a few times).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Remove the shells and cut them length wise into halves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Scoop out all the egg yolks into a bowl. Put in the cheese, mayonnaise, Dijon mustard, lemon juice and sugar. Mix them well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pour the mixture into a Ziploc bag (pastry bag can be used too). Cut off 1 end of the Ziploc bag. Squeeze out the mixture onto the empty egg whites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;   5.   Top each of the egg with a piece of bacon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;   6.   Arrange the eggs onto a plate and sprinkle some Paprika onto the eggs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;You can serve it just like that or you can pop the eggs into the fridge for an hour or two if you like them cold. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406327763742353156-654303998796996480?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/654303998796996480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2009/08/appetizers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/654303998796996480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/654303998796996480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2009/08/appetizers.html' title='Appetizers ~'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SpV2BdW8PYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/kgR1e9n-LKw/s72-c/Appetizer.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-5518504730332105185</id><published>2009-08-17T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T04:57:36.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something To Ponder About ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think sometimes we're so busy with life or we take things for granted that we don't really see what's what anymore. There are times when we neglect what people around us might feel - forgetting that they are human beings just like us and that they are capable of feeling all the emotions just like us. There are also times when we become so selfish and forgot who we truly are as well as who our true friends are. These questions/ideas have been playing in my head for quite some time now and it's kinda bothering me. So I thought maybe it'll do me some good if I let them out . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just because you have an issue with that certain someone, doesn't mean I have issues with that person too. Please don't expect that I will distance myself away from him/her just because of the issues that you have between yourself. As a matter of fact, if that person is not bothering me in any way at all, I don't see why I can't be friends with him/her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's ok to have new friends and not stick to your old friends all the time. But please do remember that your old friends are human beings as well and whatever good or hurtful things that you've done to them, they are capable of feeling it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Remember the times when someone who was close to you did you a favour? I do. And although we might not be as close now, I still appreciate and treasure everything that those people did for me, be it something trivial or important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ever wonder which person is true to you? I do all the time. Those people never neglected me when I needed them most and are happy to be with me even when I don't need them (so to speak). People that hang out with us all the time, people who share the same interests as us, people who are cool, people who we like gossiping with - true all these people are enjoyable to be with. But not all of these people were there when I'm down. For everyone who has always been by my side, and will always be by my side, I can only say Thank You from the very bottom of my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It has always bothered me that some people don't seem to have empathy for others at all. Take for example, me. I've been down with eczema frequently for the past 1 year. To those who understand or at least tried to understand the pain and troubles that I have to go through, again, I want to say Thank You. For those who didn't, it is ok. But please remember the next time you see someone who is less fortunate than yourself, don't make fun of them. True, it doesn't happen to you - you're not blind, you're not handicap, you don't have cancer, you don't have obesity, you don't have down syndrome, and so on. But please do remember that there is such thing as Karma. Just because you don't have it now doesn't mean you have to laugh at those unfortunate people. What if one day it happens to you in the future? What if it happens to your family members? Or worst, what if it happens to your future children, can you still laugh at that time? Or will regret be of any use then?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I find it a little irritating when someone says "who and who has 24 hours, you have 24 hours. Then how come who and who can complete the task in time while you can't?". First of all, I would like to say that anyone who asks such questions are truly shallow to me. True we both have 24 hours. But I need to spend time going to the hospital, I take longer time to take a shower cos of my skin condition while that person don't. Another thing is, everyone has different lifestyle. That person might be going clubbing, gaming, reading, etc while I don't. I might be sleeping all the time while that person don't. So why compare? I never compare anyone of you to the apes - both humans and apes are created by God, so why can't I compare the two then? The next time you find yourself asking such questions, please ponder about it longer so as to not make yourself seem stupid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Call me stupid but I never understand this part of some human beings out there. When I like something, they call me lame, crazy, etc. But when they like something, they're always cool and not crazy. When I do or plan something, they say "crazy ah?" But when they do or plan something that is even more illogical, they say it's ok. In front of me, they say "yea, that was so highschool man". But in front of another person, they say "sure, count me in, I want to go badly". Really pretentious and two face isn't it? What is in the logic of this again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Kinda similar to no. 7) why condemn WHATEVER that you don't like? Just because you don't like it, doesn't mean that everyone else has to dislike it. Take this for example, you like branded stuffs, I don't bother - so I choose to ignore all your "branded stuffs shopping". I like stinky food, you don't - so you stay off stinky food then. I didn't ask/force you to eat them with me. Heck, I didn't even ask you to come near me when I'm eating it. Why do you have to roll your eyes or make some nasty comments everytime? I don't know about other people, but I certainly get sick and weary of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last but not least, why condemn other people's sexuality. They're trans, they're gay or they're lesbians. So? What's the big deal? It doesn't concern any of you now does it? They love that someone because they love that person. Not just cos that person is of the same sex of them or something like that. It doesn't concern any of you people what they do behind the doors, and to those who think that they shouldn't adopt children because they will probably turn those children into gay/les/trans, please go educate yourself. Just because your mother is a woman, you turn girlish and just because your father is a man, you turn manly? Is that it? No right? Then please THINK before you condemn/make fun/make stupid and groundless assumptions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyone who has read this far and got offended, I'm sorry. I can't help it if you're narrow minded =) And anyone who has read this far and did some pondering, good for you. Anyone who wants to comment/flame me, you're welcome to do so. But no extreme rude words please, think of other readers =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406327763742353156-5518504730332105185?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/5518504730332105185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2009/08/something-to-ponder-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/5518504730332105185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/5518504730332105185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2009/08/something-to-ponder-about.html' title='Something To Ponder About ~'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-4844058400413097929</id><published>2009-07-25T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T06:33:02.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>K-ing, Food, Shopping, Present &amp; Headaches ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The 4 of us (Fiona, Shima, Sydney &amp;amp; Me) went out yesterday to celebrate Shima's and Sydney's birthday. We went K-ing and let's just say that it was a hillarious + slight bitter experience. We went for Discourse Analysis in the morning and after that we thought we might as well take a cab all the way to Low Yat Plaza for K-ing. A BUNCH of girls snatched our cabs away and we were really pissed with that somehow (mainly cos we waited like 40 minutes just for a cab and the weather was really hot). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But 1 girl totally left us in shock to the point we forgot to flag the cab. She's a chubby girl wearing this short shirt and low jeans + heavy belt. So yea, her jeans was sagging and you can see the whole lump of belly fat + belly button there. She was also carrying a file and a chillie red umbrella. The way she walks was really funny and then the unthinkable happened. She stopped right in front of us, and began to use that gigantic chillie red umbrella of hers to flag the cab. She was waving the umbrella up and down so vigorously that I think the cabbie stopped cos he was afraid that she might use the umbrella against him or his cab if he doesn't stop. The 4 of us watched with our jaws dropped and well, we forgot to flag. When Shima finally try to stop the cabbie, the girl was already in the car. And yea, after that we laughed like mad at the bus stop. That was the hillarious part. The bitter part was that our cabs got snatched away like 4 - 5 times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nevermind, we finally got to Low Yat and it was around 2p.m. We didn't have any lunch and barely any breakfast, so all 4 of us were starving. To our horror, the waiter say that we can only order lunch after 3p.m. Ok fine. We waited till after 3p.m. and ordered. The waiter actually asked why we need to order 4 plates of rice instead of 2 - 3 plates. Hmm, let's see. Because they were starving us by not letting us order till after 3 =.= Anyway, moving on, Sydney really shouted in nearly every song till her voice cracked today =.= Whereas Shima said I was just 'whispering' on the microphone -__- lll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally finished at 6p.m. and we went to look around in Sungei Wang. We went into a comic shop and I couldn't resist buying a few posters. I mean, who can actually resist Sebastian ? And cos of my big mouth, I said that the L figurine was cute. The 3 girls actually went ahead and got it for me as an early birthday gift. Talk about early ^^lll Anywayz, thanx a bunch girls. Really love that figurine. After that we wandered around a little longer and finally went back. Tiring but fun all in all I would say (although I woke up with a headache this morning). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some pictures of the figurine and also the posters that I bought. K-ing pictures are not with me. And oh, the last picture which is the Mummy yielding a whip one is done by none other than RedCat. Bro, among all your work, I have to say, I like this one the most. And they really look like our avi in IMVU. Maybe you should have used some white or red roses as the flowery background instead? Lolz. Pharaoh the Sadistic Ruler =x &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And deer, please don't feel offended by this or anything. It was just random thoughts and me and meow really like it XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Smrs-4rmR0I/AAAAAAAAARA/BOz8PyNsdeU/s1600-h/Poster.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362358871449290562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Smrs-4rmR0I/AAAAAAAAARA/BOz8PyNsdeU/s320/Poster.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yondaime &amp;amp; Naruto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Smrs-hQCl-I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/BWRxiRLqrjY/s1600-h/Poster3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362358865159690210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Smrs-hQCl-I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/BWRxiRLqrjY/s320/Poster3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sebastian &lt;3~&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Smrs-dF3eBI/AAAAAAAAAQw/9g98XC-1v2U/s1600-h/Poster2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362358864043276306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Smrs-dF3eBI/AAAAAAAAAQw/9g98XC-1v2U/s320/Poster2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sebastian &amp;amp; Ciel again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ignore the dirty wall please. This is why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I need Sebastian to pretty up my wall =x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SmrrHb1oksI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/VTmd9YBjC8w/s1600-h/Present.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362356819302322882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SmrrHb1oksI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/VTmd9YBjC8w/s320/Present.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gift that the girls got me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Thanx again =)*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SmrrHPIdH2I/AAAAAAAAAQI/QDOSpC5LKLk/s1600-h/Present2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362356815891603298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SmrrHPIdH2I/AAAAAAAAAQI/QDOSpC5LKLk/s320/Present2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; L - Nendoroid Series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SmrrG0NZtjI/AAAAAAAAAQA/lofOcyWPEaA/s1600-h/Present3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362356808664593970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SmrrG0NZtjI/AAAAAAAAAQA/lofOcyWPEaA/s320/Present3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is how it looks like inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SmrrGt-GgAI/AAAAAAAAAP4/F8obQkUvlTo/s1600-h/Present4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362356806989807618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SmrrGt-GgAI/AAAAAAAAAP4/F8obQkUvlTo/s320/Present4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pose 1 - What do you want ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SmrqNVN4hsI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xbNziz9Ezdw/s1600-h/Present5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362355821092570818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SmrqNVN4hsI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xbNziz9Ezdw/s320/Present5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pose 2 - Sleepy . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SmrqM6HgnCI/AAAAAAAAAPo/A8BEaP7Pa_k/s1600-h/Present6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362355813818080290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SmrqM6HgnCI/AAAAAAAAAPo/A8BEaP7Pa_k/s320/Present6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pose 3 - Mushi Mushi, L desu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SmrqMn0WXtI/AAAAAAAAAPg/_x2WkD04tRU/s1600-h/Present7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362355808905879250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SmrqMn0WXtI/AAAAAAAAAPg/_x2WkD04tRU/s320/Present7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pose 4 - Hmm, are you done yet ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SmrqMdmZCjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ew3VCLKzwSk/s1600-h/Present8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362355806162979378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SmrqMdmZCjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ew3VCLKzwSk/s320/Present8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pose 5 - Thinking, Do Not Disturb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SmrqMDXRXDI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/-t7SJIvCgnk/s1600-h/LOL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362355799120239666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SmrqMDXRXDI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/-t7SJIvCgnk/s320/LOL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pharaoh, Me &amp;amp; Bro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406327763742353156-4844058400413097929?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/4844058400413097929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2009/07/k-ing-food-shopping-present-headaches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/4844058400413097929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/4844058400413097929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2009/07/k-ing-food-shopping-present-headaches.html' title='K-ing, Food, Shopping, Present &amp; Headaches ~'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Smrs-4rmR0I/AAAAAAAAARA/BOz8PyNsdeU/s72-c/Poster.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-6904871170010296858</id><published>2009-07-17T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T09:17:00.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oblivious ~ Kao No Nai Tenshi~  Camui Gackt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SmCeFL6q7RI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ywW7DC2H_qQ/s1600-h/Angelic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359457368506297618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SmCeFL6q7RI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ywW7DC2H_qQ/s320/Angelic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kurayami no naka &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hashagu kodomo tachi no warau koe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Itami totomoni &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ukande wa kieteku kagerou no mure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Machi no zawameki tachi ga utau&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Hana wa chiriyuku kokoro aramu hito wa aware...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nakigara wo daite &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shizuka ni tada hakanaku nemuri tsuzukeru sugata ga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naze ka natsukashikute &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nando mo koe ni naranai koe de &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kimi no na wo sakendeita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yaketa machi ni tadayou tamashii no namida ni fure &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kimi no inai natsu no owari wo yobu ochiba no ue de &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mou nidoto hanasa naito sakebu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kao no nai tenshi wo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dakishimete naiteita &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mou hitori no boku ga iru&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haruka kanata &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Itsushika kiete shimatta anata &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ima wa kanashisugite &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nando mo koe ni naranai koe de &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kimi no na wo sakendeita &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Torimodoshita kioku ga naiteru&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hitomi wo tojireba &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Futari wa tada hohoende yasashiku kisu wo shita...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shizuka ni tada yasashiku boku wo mimamoru sugata ga &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ima wa modokashikute &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nando mo koe ni naranai koe de &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boku wa naiteta &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shizuka ni tada hakanaku nemuru kimi ni sayonara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ima mo itoshi sugite &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nando mo koe ni naranai koe de &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kimi no na wo sakendeita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oblivious - Faceless Angel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Into the darkness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard the children laugh &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with pain &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A group of dragonfly disappears from the surface&lt;br /&gt;(The misery go away from his heart, the flowers scatter &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;away...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Near the dead body&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleeping in continuous quietly dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do I feel nostalgic?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are no voices but also many &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that call your name &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The tears touch one soul of the burn town&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From above, the fallen leaves summon the end of summmer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;calling not to leave again &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faceless angel &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;didn't take me in his arms &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have someone else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Far beyond&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you disappear only at that time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now is too sorrowfull&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are no voices but also many &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that call your name &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once my memory comes back &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I close my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were smilling, then we kiss gently&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gently and quietly followed you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now under the oak &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are no voices but also many &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was crying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye to you, dream in your sleep quietly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I love you more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are no voices but also many &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that call your name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture, song, lyric &amp;amp; translation does not belong to me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Song: Camui Gackt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lyric &amp;amp; Translation: Miyagahy (VideoUncovered) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Picture: Kisumi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406327763742353156-6904871170010296858?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/6904871170010296858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2009/07/oblivious-kao-no-nai-tenshi-camui-gackt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/6904871170010296858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/6904871170010296858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2009/07/oblivious-kao-no-nai-tenshi-camui-gackt.html' title='Oblivious ~ Kao No Nai Tenshi~  Camui Gackt'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SmCeFL6q7RI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ywW7DC2H_qQ/s72-c/Angelic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-3751677829218751690</id><published>2009-07-03T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T07:37:56.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KenKen ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Attended Pet World 2009 in MidValley today. Just can't resist after I saw how cute they were. So I got myself a pet. I hope he doesn't die off like my other 2 terrapins T_T I originally have 2 dogs at home. We wanted to give them English names but while we were in the middle of choosing the suitable names, my mum just went ahead and named them Ah San and Ah Pui, meaning Thin and Fat in the Hokkien dialect. But the irony is, the fat one became thin now and the thin one grew fat -_- But anyway, here's the new addition to the family member &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*drumrolls*&lt;/span&gt; KenKen ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Sk4V8-uqZoI/AAAAAAAAAPA/b-HbMWEJNzE/s1600-h/05032006(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354241144365147778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Sk4V8-uqZoI/AAAAAAAAAPA/b-HbMWEJNzE/s320/05032006(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ah San &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Sk4V8uALKtI/AAAAAAAAAO4/SmvjBrpS3OM/s1600-h/05032006(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354241139875195602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Sk4V8uALKtI/AAAAAAAAAO4/SmvjBrpS3OM/s320/05032006(006).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah Pui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Sk4V8vQbpwI/AAAAAAAAAOw/G8NiwID3C18/s1600-h/KenKen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354241140211820290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Sk4V8vQbpwI/AAAAAAAAAOw/G8NiwID3C18/s320/KenKen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; KenKen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He's just so cute. Hope he lives a long life under my care &gt;.&lt;&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/8406327763742353156-3751677829218751690?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/3751677829218751690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2009/07/kenken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/3751677829218751690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/3751677829218751690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2009/07/kenken.html' title='KenKen ~'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Sk4V8-uqZoI/AAAAAAAAAPA/b-HbMWEJNzE/s72-c/05032006(001).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-8962035911873019584</id><published>2009-06-27T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T15:28:09.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Omelette ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Made this like last week I think. But was too lazy and was not exactly in the mood to post this up so I postponed till now. Anywayz, homemade omelette, or in this case, roommade omelette -__-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SkaZVy6d1aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/cN6CtqGOeGg/s1600-h/Omelette.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352133806899713442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SkaZVy6d1aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/cN6CtqGOeGg/s320/Omelette.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Button Mushroom, Marinated Chicken &amp;amp; Tomatoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SkaZVh-JeOI/AAAAAAAAAOg/zwL9iuYU7SY/s1600-h/Omelette2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352133802351753442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SkaZVh-JeOI/AAAAAAAAAOg/zwL9iuYU7SY/s320/Omelette2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Butter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SkaY-hKbg4I/AAAAAAAAAOY/Lz7JCeDqc10/s1600-h/Omelette3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352133406997840770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SkaY-hKbg4I/AAAAAAAAAOY/Lz7JCeDqc10/s320/Omelette3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SkaY-XzxJHI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/_oMNZan-77A/s1600-h/Omelette4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352133404486870130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SkaY-XzxJHI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/_oMNZan-77A/s320/Omelette4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SkaY-KHVgUI/AAAAAAAAAOI/XF7JO8vxPrw/s1600-h/Omelette5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352133400810848578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SkaY-KHVgUI/AAAAAAAAAOI/XF7JO8vxPrw/s320/Omelette5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Button Mushroom + Chicken + Tomatoes (after being stir fried)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SkaY-KmxYGI/AAAAAAAAAOA/f4_KpcdOxNQ/s1600-h/Omelette6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352133400942698594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SkaY-KmxYGI/AAAAAAAAAOA/f4_KpcdOxNQ/s320/Omelette6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Egg + Stir Fried Ingredients + Cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SkaY9-st_KI/AAAAAAAAAN4/jHFMFviK-z0/s1600-h/Omelette7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352133397746416802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SkaY9-st_KI/AAAAAAAAAN4/jHFMFviK-z0/s320/Omelette7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; End Product&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Put in the tomatoes a little too early and they ended being too soft. I can't even taste them anymore =( Oh well, what's done is done. At least now I know roughly when to put them in if I happen to make this again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Product: Omelette &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maker: Yume&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Test Subject: Shima &amp;amp; Myself &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Casualty: None so far &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*** No humans were harmed during the entire process&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To certain someone, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No, I don't usually browse the recipes online or go through cookbooks. I usually just formulate roughly the ingredients I want to put in and the methods of cooking them. Most of the time, I just grab whatever that catch my interest when I'm strolling in the market. And no, I don't have a kitchen. I made all these with a rice cooker (one of the greatest invention in the world) =.= lll  Now you know =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406327763742353156-8962035911873019584?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/8962035911873019584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2009/06/omelette.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/8962035911873019584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/8962035911873019584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2009/06/omelette.html' title='Omelette ~'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SkaZVy6d1aI/AAAAAAAAAOo/cN6CtqGOeGg/s72-c/Omelette.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-8955371452491436506</id><published>2009-06-20T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T05:26:21.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is The Answer Why . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I put on a shawl cos I don't want my bra strap and whatever unnecessary part to show. But the main reason I put on a shawl is because I'm not so lucky as to have nice flawless skin like many of you have out there. All I have is a skin that is full of scars and sores. I put it on for my own sanity so that I don't have to look at them and also for the sanity for others so that they wouldn't need to look at me like I'm some walking contagious disease.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406327763742353156-8955371452491436506?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/8955371452491436506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-answer-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/8955371452491436506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/8955371452491436506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-answer-why.html' title='This Is The Answer Why . . .'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-3493703156962314350</id><published>2009-06-19T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T04:58:23.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Sickening . . .</title><content type='html'>Why do such people exists ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;They can say whatever shit they want to me and they can joke and make fun of me in whichever way that they want. Their logic is that they think that it is funny and so I should too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I joke and make fun of them, they decided to throw some temper and pull a sour face at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;They can bring up my past mistakes and talk about it cos apparently my mistakes stays as a mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But I am not allowed to do that to them cos according to them, the past is the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When they say something true but offensive, they say I should listen to them cos they are correct and making sense.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But when I say something that is the truth but since they don't like to hear it, they decided to throw tantrum at me and say that I am offensive and inconsiderate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wtf ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And Jace, since I'm talking about this issue, I might as well put in a little something for you too:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Friendship doesn't revolve around money. If your friend thinks it does, then tell him that it's too bad and move on with your life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;If your friend don't treat you like a friend, then forget that friend and move on. Such people shouldn't be entertained at all in the first place.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kepada sesiapa yang tersinggung atau terasa, I would like to say sorry . . . &lt;strong&gt;NOT !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406327763742353156-3493703156962314350?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/3493703156962314350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-sickening.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/3493703156962314350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/3493703156962314350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-sickening.html' title='This Is Sickening . . .'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-3482634523058407974</id><published>2009-06-09T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T05:37:15.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sushi ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This post as promised, is again dedicated to Max. I made sushi a few days ago cos there's no class for 4 days and I was bored out of my wits. Out of boredom, I went shopping and suddenly came up with the idea of trying to make sushi (yes it's really random). I didn't take any pictures at that time cos I was actually rushing to finish making it in time for dinner with Angela (my very 1st victim =P) But as I've promised Max that I'll upload pix of the sushi and also to Shima that I'll make Kani Tama Maki (is that the right name ?) for her, I ended up making sushi again today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, here are the ingredients that I've used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Si5QeNF-uSI/AAAAAAAAANw/o0bmJKelFEM/s1600-h/Sushi1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345298287576398114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Si5QeNF-uSI/AAAAAAAAANw/o0bmJKelFEM/s320/Sushi1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vinegar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Si5Qdxio_fI/AAAAAAAAANo/2zL4ot6kcIg/s1600-h/Sushi2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345298280180415986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Si5Qdxio_fI/AAAAAAAAANo/2zL4ot6kcIg/s320/Sushi2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Japanese Mayo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I think they call it kewpie mayo or sumthing lidat ?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Si5QdrRUCDI/AAAAAAAAANg/aSnwwQLDGCs/s1600-h/Sushi3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345298278497126450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Si5QdrRUCDI/AAAAAAAAANg/aSnwwQLDGCs/s320/Sushi3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Seaweed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Si5QdTTbAPI/AAAAAAAAANY/k17yfuwZs9g/s1600-h/Sushi4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345298272063521010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Si5QdTTbAPI/AAAAAAAAANY/k17yfuwZs9g/s320/Sushi4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Si5QCn1flVI/AAAAAAAAANQ/1yXmGy-jygg/s1600-h/Sushi5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345297813718668626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Si5QCn1flVI/AAAAAAAAANQ/1yXmGy-jygg/s320/Sushi5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Crabsticks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Si5QCTF1FBI/AAAAAAAAANI/zFMg7yZo8eU/s1600-h/Sushi6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345297808150041618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Si5QCTF1FBI/AAAAAAAAANI/zFMg7yZo8eU/s320/Sushi6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Carrots &amp;amp; Kyuuri&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Japanese cucumber)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Si5QCBIKT-I/AAAAAAAAANA/HjInjhUN4eM/s1600-h/Sushi7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345297803327983586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Si5QCBIKT-I/AAAAAAAAANA/HjInjhUN4eM/s320/Sushi7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Raw Fish (Salmon or Tuna are nice . . .)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Si5QCAo_yCI/AAAAAAAAAM4/5KUxSjm4SUg/s1600-h/Sushi8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345297803197270050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Si5QCAo_yCI/AAAAAAAAAM4/5KUxSjm4SUg/s320/Sushi8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Japanese Rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And of cos there's the bamboo mat, but I forgot to take a picture of it. Baka-ness . . . Here's the steps of making it. Mix in some sugar &amp;amp; salt into the vinegar and drizzle it over the cooked Japanese rice. Mix them well and we're ready to go. Place a sheet of seaweed on top of the bamboo mat (shiny side down). Spread out a layer of rice on top of the seaweed and put on the desired ingredients. Once done, roll it up tightly with the rolling mat. Cut the sushi roll into 6 to 8 pieces and serve with Mayo, Soy sauce &amp;amp; Wasabi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Si5QB76O9uI/AAAAAAAAAMw/VdPHcxEc_IE/s1600-h/Sushi9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345297801927390946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Si5QB76O9uI/AAAAAAAAAMw/VdPHcxEc_IE/s320/Sushi9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here's the end product for Shima (the 2nd victim)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wuahahaha. I hope Shima doesn't complain that it tastes bad or ended up having some stomachache or anything like that. Will ask her how it tastes 2moro. Shima &amp;amp; Angela, if you girls are reading this, leave some comments will ya? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(even if they're bad comments)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406327763742353156-3482634523058407974?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/3482634523058407974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2009/06/sushi.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/3482634523058407974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/3482634523058407974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2009/06/sushi.html' title='Sushi ~'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Si5QeNF-uSI/AAAAAAAAANw/o0bmJKelFEM/s72-c/Sushi1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-5296643282191381187</id><published>2009-06-06T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T06:59:29.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Max ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's been a long time since I posted anything. I didn't really have anything to post about. But the main reason is actually cos I'm lazy XD Max was asking me to post something cos this blog has not been updated for some time now. So I'm just gonna post a short one and this also serves as a way to get the 2 words that are always in my head out. And that 2 words are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DISGUSTINGLY HANDSOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aiai, you know who I'm talking about right? Hehe, and sorry bout the sushi. Didn't take any pix so don't have anything to upload here. I might be making it on Monday again. I'll take some pix and upload it here for you if I do end up making them . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406327763742353156-5296643282191381187?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/5296643282191381187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-max.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/5296643282191381187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/5296643282191381187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-max.html' title='For Max ~'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-8849795279050256903</id><published>2009-05-06T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T12:44:25.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Help Goes A Long Way . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SgFN7umO80I/AAAAAAAAAMo/BmP_ZVQJGTQ/s1600-h/puppy_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332629122299392834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SgFN7umO80I/AAAAAAAAAMo/BmP_ZVQJGTQ/s320/puppy_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saw this on Jojo's blog. Although I understand that stray dogs can cause a lot of problems, I still don't agree what people are doing to them. So please help these poor doggies if you can. For further information, go to &lt;a href="http://www.mycen.com.my/rescue/"&gt;http://www.mycen.com.my/rescue/&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/8406327763742353156-8849795279050256903?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/8849795279050256903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-help-goes-long-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/8849795279050256903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/8849795279050256903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-help-goes-long-way.html' title='A Little Help Goes A Long Way . . .'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SgFN7umO80I/AAAAAAAAAMo/BmP_ZVQJGTQ/s72-c/puppy_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-7982643209714580705</id><published>2009-05-04T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T04:05:44.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MidValley, Times Square &amp; The Rain ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My spectacles broke two days ago. Well, not broke. The screw came off and it kinda fell apart. Went to MidValley to get it fixed. The guy in the spectacle shop was nice. He fixed it for me without charging me anything. Grabbed lunch in Jusco and picked up 2 mangas by Zint while I was at it (Kijiya Deux is finally out XD)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I went to Times Square. There was a fair/bazaar on accessories and stuffs. I was supposed to go there with Angela, but she cancelled cos something came up. Yuki had to work and a few others that I called up couldn't make it as well. So being the accessory junkie that I am, I decided to go eventhough I had to go alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived there kinda late (thanx to my spectacles). Alot of stuffs were sold out but nevertheless, there was still quite a lot to look at. Got myself a pair of free earrings &amp;amp; bought a simple bracelet as well. Wanted to get a charm bracelet for Karen but I couldn't find any nice ones. So I ended up getting her a customized handphone accessory instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I was making my way back to the monorail station, I spotted a S&amp;amp;J gift shop. Can't resist going in. Got some boxes (to put presents in) and cards for Yuki, Yuri &amp;amp; someone else's birthday (although their birthdays are in August, September &amp;amp; November -___-) Talk about being early. But hey, better be early than late right XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally made it back to MC at around 5 something. Extremely tired but satisfied. One thing is bugging me though. The weather! It's so darn warm! I don't know if its out of desperation or simply because all that heat is doing something to my brain. But I was desperate enough to make myself a Teru Teru Bozu. It's a Japanese custom. Teru Teru Bozu means shining monk or something like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hanged it upside down together with my windchime (upright for good weather &amp;amp; upside down for rain). I don't know if its pure coincidence or maybe someone up there saw my Teru Teru Bozu, it rained today! Although the rain only lasted like 5 minutes. Better than nothing I guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Sf7FcWsApmI/AAAAAAAAAMg/DzuP5KXwF1k/s1600-h/Earrings.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331916099770426978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Sf7FcWsApmI/AAAAAAAAAMg/DzuP5KXwF1k/s320/Earrings.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The pair of free earrings that I got at the fair &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Sf7Fb7cb-BI/AAAAAAAAAMY/6RfI12noAjI/s1600-h/Bracelet.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331916092457351186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Sf7Fb7cb-BI/AAAAAAAAAMY/6RfI12noAjI/s320/Bracelet.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The bracelet that I bought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Sf7Fb-4UI2I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/pWcHAJ1cB34/s1600-h/Karen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331916093379584866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Sf7Fb-4UI2I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/pWcHAJ1cB34/s320/Karen.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Handphone accessory for Karen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Sf7FE6EnR2I/AAAAAAAAAMI/eBTMYU2QHKs/s1600-h/Teru+Teru+Bozu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331915696952002402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Sf7FE6EnR2I/AAAAAAAAAMI/eBTMYU2QHKs/s320/Teru+Teru+Bozu.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My tissue paper Teru Teru Bozu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Sf7FE6MJJVI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Ce4iWblXytI/s1600-h/Teru+Teru+Bozu2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331915696983582034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Sf7FE6MJJVI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Ce4iWblXytI/s320/Teru+Teru+Bozu2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Upside down Teru Teru Bozu with my windchime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Sf7FEqbRMpI/AAAAAAAAAL4/y_IERQaHbmw/s1600-h/Rain1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331915692752056978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Sf7FEqbRMpI/AAAAAAAAAL4/y_IERQaHbmw/s320/Rain1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It rained !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Sf7FEcdIx3I/AAAAAAAAALw/3WCyfnu0LD8/s1600-h/Rain2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331915689001797490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Sf7FEcdIx3I/AAAAAAAAALw/3WCyfnu0LD8/s320/Rain2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at those beautiful droplets . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Sf7FESmS0tI/AAAAAAAAALo/_m0Cvtp-Uqw/s1600-h/Rain3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331915686355849938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Sf7FESmS0tI/AAAAAAAAALo/_m0Cvtp-Uqw/s320/Rain3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can't stop staring at the rain XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pictures' quality is kind of sucky. Since I only have a camera phone with me =( Now, back to my studies. Haiz, how I wish the exam is over. Then I can listen to Gackt whole day. Been having a crush on Gackt recently (crush on his voice actually &gt;.&lt;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406327763742353156-7982643209714580705?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/7982643209714580705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2009/05/midvalley-times-square-rain.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/7982643209714580705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/7982643209714580705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2009/05/midvalley-times-square-rain.html' title='MidValley, Times Square &amp; The Rain ~'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Sf7FcWsApmI/AAAAAAAAAMg/DzuP5KXwF1k/s72-c/Earrings.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-7768119992239320369</id><published>2009-04-27T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T04:27:55.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Again ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Food in MC is getting abit repetitive. They never change their menu. So for a change, I made Onigiri/Omusubi (Japanese rice balls). Onigiri is popular because it does not require much work and you can pack it up easily for picnics and stuffs. You can even eat it while you're on a go. Onigiri itself has a long history behind it but since this is not history class, I'll just skip that part. Anyone of you who is interested with the history behind it, you can Google it up. Traditional Onigiri is made from lightly salted rice wrapped with nori (seaweed) and usually has umeboshi (pickled ume) as the filling. But since I'm not exactly a big fan of umeboshi, I replaced it with tuna XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SfWFK79OxLI/AAAAAAAAALA/rbocRJ8uPOI/s1600-h/Onigiri+7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329312157002548402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SfWFK79OxLI/AAAAAAAAALA/rbocRJ8uPOI/s320/Onigiri+7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finished product, Onigiri ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SfWE3H3A8OI/AAAAAAAAAK4/KnvkMkom9-0/s1600-h/Onigiri1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329311816600318178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SfWE3H3A8OI/AAAAAAAAAK4/KnvkMkom9-0/s320/Onigiri1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Japanese rice + some chicken stock &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SfWEqiek04I/AAAAAAAAAKw/HXmFMGK0W-M/s1600-h/Onigiri2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329311600407270274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SfWEqiek04I/AAAAAAAAAKw/HXmFMGK0W-M/s320/Onigiri2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Put in a layer of rice, tuna, rice again and press the mould down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SfWEqmdbKAI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Hzf5TmIjxWI/s1600-h/Onigiri3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329311601476184066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SfWEqmdbKAI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Hzf5TmIjxWI/s320/Onigiri3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Remove the mould &amp;amp; this is how it looks like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SfWEqWARvjI/AAAAAAAAAKg/MMtPRO3KAus/s1600-h/Onigiri4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329311597058965042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SfWEqWARvjI/AAAAAAAAAKg/MMtPRO3KAus/s320/Onigiri4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wrap it up with Nori (seaweed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SfWEqU8-UYI/AAAAAAAAAKY/EV4jOq3Yu14/s1600-h/Onigiri+7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329311596776673666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SfWEqU8-UYI/AAAAAAAAAKY/EV4jOq3Yu14/s320/Onigiri+7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ready to be served. Yum ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SfWEqRPu6WI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/mIpbn7pbT2g/s1600-h/Onigiri+8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329311595781613922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SfWEqRPu6WI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/mIpbn7pbT2g/s320/Onigiri+8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can just wrap it with a strip of Nori instead of wrapping the whole thing in Nori&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I personally like to have it with abit of Wasabi (green paste made from Japanese horse radish) and some hot green tea. Tengii, maybe we should make this when u're here? Ehehe XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406327763742353156-7768119992239320369?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/7768119992239320369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2009/04/food-again.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/7768119992239320369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/7768119992239320369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2009/04/food-again.html' title='Food Again ~'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SfWFK79OxLI/AAAAAAAAALA/rbocRJ8uPOI/s72-c/Onigiri+7.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-2176143153483686118</id><published>2009-04-22T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T06:31:03.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was kind of bored and this seems like it's easy enough to make, so I decided to give it a try. Guacamole ~ It's roughly translated to Avocado + Sauce. It originated from Aztec and later gain popularity in Spain. People usually have this with tortilla chips. The best part about Guacomole is, there's no cooking involved. Suitable for those who lives in places where you can't cook (like me). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Se8YGfGaZvI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SXxFB9IJFXA/s1600-h/Guacamole.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327503383909263090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Se8YGfGaZvI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SXxFB9IJFXA/s320/Guacamole.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chopped Garlic &amp;amp; Onion + Avocados &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Se8YGGBIRNI/AAAAAAAAAKA/KjQ97daZUCw/s1600-h/Guacamole2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327503377176216786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Se8YGGBIRNI/AAAAAAAAAKA/KjQ97daZUCw/s320/Guacamole2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grounded Coriander, Chillie Flakes, Diced Tomatoes + Lemon Juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;*Lemon juice is for flavouring as well as to slow the browning of avocados*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Se8YGCbWpbI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/uvoBq0SmYlg/s1600-h/Guacamole3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327503376212469170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Se8YGCbWpbI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/uvoBq0SmYlg/s320/Guacamole3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;~ Guacamole with Tortilla Chips~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Add all the ingredients into a bowl (add some black pepper, salt and oil too). Mix them around and the Guacamole dip is done =D Serve with some tortilla chips. I know the whole green pulp thing doesn't look appetizing to most people. But since it's made from Avocados, it's bound to be green. Bear with it &gt;.&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tengii&lt;/span&gt;, I know you're gonna ask me this. So I'm gonna answer you 1st. Yes, it is edible =.=&lt;br /&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/8406327763742353156-2176143153483686118?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/2176143153483686118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2009/04/food.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/2176143153483686118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/2176143153483686118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2009/04/food.html' title='Food ~'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/Se8YGfGaZvI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SXxFB9IJFXA/s72-c/Guacamole.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-2483441088312855936</id><published>2009-04-20T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T09:27:05.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting Up ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yuri came down to KL with her bf and we decided to meet up today. We were supposed to meet up in MidValley but since she said she's taking the LRT &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*note she said LRT*&lt;/span&gt; to KL Central, I told her I'll meet her there instead in case she got lost (I don't want her mum or bf calling me up and ask me why I lost her -__- lll ).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She arrived at Central before I did, and I asked her to wait for me outside of the 7-11 near the monorail station. I told her how to get there from the LRT station. I arrived around 20 minutes later and she was practically screaming at me. Why? Because I was so brilliant. I didn't hear my hp ringing in the bus. After 8 missed calls and 2 smses, she decided to yell at me, but I admit, it's my fault =x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nevermind, moving on. I realized that we mixed up. But it wasn't my fault this time =p This is roughly the conversation that we had:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuri: You know I walked all the way to the other side and asked for the direction to the monorail station. They directed me back here =.= lll&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh? Meaning you were taking the monorail instead of the LRT?&lt;br /&gt;Yuri: Yea (with a very big smile plastered on her face).&lt;br /&gt;Me: =.=&lt;br /&gt;Yuri: Why are you meeting me in Central? Isn't MidValley closer to where you stay?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Me: Yea. But I was afraid you might get lost or something. So I came to meet you here instead.&lt;br /&gt;Yuri: O.O You did that for me?!!! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*actually just wanted to make her feel guilty for yelling at me =x*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeap . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the bus came. So we went to MidValley and the first place we went was Sushi King cos both of us skipped breakfast and were practically starving. No pictures here (forgot to take ~_~). We went to look at pets after that. Saw 2 Siberian Huskies. They're gorgeous! But 1 husky costs RM 2 988 &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*drop*&lt;/span&gt; I can get alot of things with that money . . . And girls being girls, we went shopping around after that. Yuri bought alot of food and some embroided purses. As for me, here are the things that I got =p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SeyebsLxaUI/AAAAAAAAAJw/8uAO3C-8QH8/s1600-h/Shopping.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326806657826646338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SeyebsLxaUI/AAAAAAAAAJw/8uAO3C-8QH8/s320/Shopping.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2 boxes of Purple Cane's green tea &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SeyeNBu5G6I/AAAAAAAAAJo/xAyC_ZdUFgQ/s1600-h/Shopping2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326806405913058210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SeyeNBu5G6I/AAAAAAAAAJo/xAyC_ZdUFgQ/s320/Shopping2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Got a free tea coaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SeyeM3zQfrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/mh0B7K4Vapk/s1600-h/Shopping3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326806403247013554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SeyeM3zQfrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/mh0B7K4Vapk/s320/Shopping3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Also comes with a free glass mug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SeyeMmv7WrI/AAAAAAAAAJY/zS2_LoNqVD4/s1600-h/Shopping4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326806398669642418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SeyeMmv7WrI/AAAAAAAAAJY/zS2_LoNqVD4/s320/Shopping4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bought a purple orchid hair clip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SeyeMbdeDAI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/-ajfvcIFlvM/s1600-h/Shopping5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326806395639434242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SeyeMbdeDAI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/-ajfvcIFlvM/s320/Shopping5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Plus 2 Frangipany hair clips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Shima said these look very Hawaii like*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SeyeMHydG4I/AAAAAAAAAJI/8PQB6IEb8To/s1600-h/Shopping6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326806390358743938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SeyeMHydG4I/AAAAAAAAAJI/8PQB6IEb8To/s320/Shopping6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And finally, the best catch of the day, a hardcover notebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*I absolutely love this notebook, has a classical look to it*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I guess that's all for today's outing. Although there's a hole in my pocket now, I'm still glad we meet up, Yuri-chan. See you again soon when I'm back in BM :)&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/8406327763742353156-2483441088312855936?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/2483441088312855936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2009/04/meeting-up.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/2483441088312855936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/2483441088312855936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2009/04/meeting-up.html' title='Meeting Up ~'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SeyebsLxaUI/AAAAAAAAAJw/8uAO3C-8QH8/s72-c/Shopping.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-264018634749135572</id><published>2009-04-07T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T07:59:16.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Bitch . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What have we done to you really? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do you really feel so intimidated? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Or is it just in your nature to create problems for everyone else? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You like the taste of victory so much that you can't admit to your failure. Is that what you are?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You can't stand it when someone wins over you. Is that what you are feeling?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just because you are good in studies so you feel you have the right to do all these things to others. Is that how you think the world should work?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How would you like it if others do it to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh wait. Others can't. Cos you're too stuck up to listen or even give a chance for others to speak. Or is it just because you are too ignorant to care about what others think? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You wouldn't admit that you're wrong just because you want people to feel that you're smart. Is that it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Or is it because you're such an attention seeker that you can't bear it when the world is not revolving around you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well tell you what. It's NEVER ABOUT YOU, so why can't you just SHUT THE HELL UP?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some of you knows who I'm talking about, so just keep it to yourself please. This is just a way for me to vent my anger. And to whoever who "terasa", I would say, don't "perasan". But if you're "siapa makan cili, dia terasa pedas", then maybe you should stop for a few minutes and think about whatever that you've done to others. There is such thing called "karma" and I do hope this person's karma come soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406327763742353156-264018634749135572?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/264018634749135572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-bitch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/264018634749135572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/264018634749135572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-bitch.html' title='Dear Bitch . . .'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-7936374171637455440</id><published>2009-03-28T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T16:44:52.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sweet Song For You ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is actually a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;manga&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hinako&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ashihara&lt;/span&gt;. I've read the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;manga&lt;/span&gt; years ago but I still cry whenever I read it again (yea yea, call me emotional if you want). Love this story so I thought I'd write it out in my own words and post it up here (though what I've written here would never really do the story enough justice). I'm not a good writer to begin with, so go get yourself the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;manga&lt;/span&gt; if you can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kobe, 1995 - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hanshin&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Awaji&lt;/span&gt; Earthquake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everything was ruined as far as the eye can see. Even the church collapsed and a group of volunteers was looking around in disbelief. After a moment of shock, they started their work - to look for things that can still be used. A girl was looking around and saw an organ under some collapsed walls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;******** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kobe, December 1922 - Honda Bookstore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Setsu&lt;/span&gt;, can you help me pick up some things in xxx? You know where it is right?" the shopkeeper yelled from the front of the bookstore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Sure. Yes, I know where it is. I'll go right now", the girl with pleated hair replied. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just as she was walking out of the entrance of the bookstore, she bumped into a young man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Sorry, I didn't do it on purpose," &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Setsu&lt;/span&gt; apologized and rushed off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Hey you dropped something", the young man yelled after her but Setsu never heard him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Hmm, a book of poems . . ."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not long after that, it started snowing. Setsu can be seen outside some building waiting to collect her errand while murmuring to herself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"It's so cold. I need to get home as soon as I can. Hey . . . it's snowing. I have a sudden inspiration. Now all I have to do is to turn my feelings into a poem."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She started searching for her poem book in her kimono only to realize that she had dropped it somewhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Omg! What have I done?!! I'll die if anyone read what I've written in the book. Especially that poem on sweet potatoes that I wrote yesterday. This is so embarrassing!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Sweet Potato' by Setsu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, sweet potato, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why are you so sweet no matter how you're cooked,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My life will be perfect if your sweet aroma is by my side forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Hmm, isn't that the sound of an organ? It's coming from the church."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Setsu stared at the direction of the church and decided to take a look inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Such sweet melody! It almost made me forget the trouble that I'm facing now. The sweet potato . . ."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Oh, sweet potato . . . Why are you so sweet no matter how you're cooked . . . My life . . ."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The song was cut off when Setsu yelled red-faced at the young man playing the organ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"How dare you! You stole my poem and converted it into this boring song . . . Give me back my book!" Setsu demanded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Oh, this poem? It's your ambition to be a famous poet? But you certainly don't look like one," the young man teased with a smile on his face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"That's just a hobby. And for your information, I'm planning to be a teacher!" Setsu snatched the book and left storming out of the church. She certainly didn't forget to bang the door as she left too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Gee. She should relax. Anyone who gets her sure is 'lucky'. She look so fierce . . ."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"That useless guy! Useless! Useless! Useless!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Setsu stop! You're spoiling my books!" the shopkeeper yelled at Setsu who was dusting around roughly with a duster. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Oh sorry," Setsu cringed. "I'm done for. This is all his fault."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"I want this book. Err, excuse me. Can I purchase this book?" a young lady in kimono raised her voice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Setsu hesitated a moment before answering. "Oh, umm, sure. That'll be 80 cents please."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Setsu the proceeded to stare at the customer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Wow . . . Kimono with arrow patterns, her hair is tied up with a ribbon and finished with a dark red clip. How elegant this girl is."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The girl notice Setsu staring at her and was slightly annoyed. "What? You've never seen a woman?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Oh, it's not that. It's just that I've always wanted to study in high school. . ."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Really? Science, Mathematics, English, History, Geography. We still have all these subjects but the main objective of the school is still to train the girls to be good wives and mothers. That's all really. I want to be a smart woman who doesn't need to get married."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"I see . . ." Setsu muttered while handing the book back to the girl. In the process of doing that, she noticed how rough and old her own hands looked when compared to the girl. The girl's hand was so smooth and flawless . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Hey! Is that you Shotaro? What are you doing in a place like this?" the girl in the kimono called excitedly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Oh, how are you . . . Chikage?" the young man finally remembered her name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Setsu turned to the source of the voice and was shocked to see who it was. It was the very same guy who found her poem book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"So this is where you work?" Shotaro asked with a smile while Setsu tried desperately to cover her own face with a book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"You know her?" Chikage asked in disbelief.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Of course. She is a poet who is getting famous now. Oh sweet potato, why are you . . ." the sentence was cut short when Setsu sent a few books flying in Shotaro's direction. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Don't you ever set foot here again!" Setsu yelled after Shotaro who was laughing loudly while leaving the shop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"BAM! What did you just said to the heir of the rich merchant?" now it was the shopkeeper's turn to yell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"The heir of what?" asked a blur Setsu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"The heir of a rich merchant. And that young lady who was with him. She is the daughter of a great kimono maker. How can you talk to them as if they are your friends? Ha . . . they are like a match made in heaven."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Heirs huh? A prince and a princess . . ."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"How much is this book?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Setsu turned around only to be greeted by a smiling Shotaro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"He's here again? How daring of him. He really wants to get it from me, " Setsu thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"That'll be three fifty." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Okay."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And Shotaro handed the money to Setsu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Oh how generous of you. Thank you. How can a stupid book like this cost three fifty?!! Are you trying to joke or something? You are really a spoiled brat! It's not like you even know the value of a book. Therefore, I can't sell this book to you. The price of this book is merely 30 cents."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shotaro's jaw just dropped and he only manages to mutter "you . . ."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Don't you know who I am?" Shotaro asked after he finally managed to gain his composure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"So? I'm going to be a teacher one day. That's a job that everyone looks up to."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"That's what you said the other day too. but you've only studied till lower secondary."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"That's true. But the shopkeeper told me that if I'm doing my work properly, she will allow me to continue my studies. At that time . . . my wish will finally come true."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Wow . . ."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"What about you then? Are you planning to be an organ player?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"I have to take over the family business. I'm the only heir. I can't possibly do anything else."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Well that's really wasted. You are so good at it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"It's not something that is difficult to master."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Really?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just then the shopkeeper came looking for Setsu. Shotaro got a little annoyed and turned to leave. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Hey . . . that song that you played the other day, what's the title? My poem sucks but that song that you played is really good."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shotaro turned around looking shocked and embarrassed at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"That song . . . I composed that song."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"You did? Wow! You really did it yourself? That's really great of you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"I always play it. I play at the church on every Sunday . . . so don't forget to come ok? Bye!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shotaro then dashed out of the shop, leaving behind a very confused Setsu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"I don't know what I'm doing here. It feels so weird to come to the church. I shouldn't have come," Setsu thought to herself while lurking around at the entrance of the church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Hey you! You're that girl aren't you? Come in! Come in," invited the lady.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"No. No. Me is Buddhist," Setsu was practically screaming her lungs out in whatever English that she knows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"This church is for everyone. Please don't be worried. We don't eat people or anything," the lady replied in fluent Japanese language. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The lady then dragged Setsu in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Setsu was immediately charmed when she stood at the door. The music was beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"You play wonderfully," Setsu said as she approached Shotaro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Mrs. Carter (the lady who dragged Setsu in, also the wife of a priest in that church) was the one who taught me how to play. I'm just helping. I'm actually more interested in composing songs and sharing my songs with the future generations. Songs that can still be played over and over again even after centuries after I'm gone. I wanted to study music, but my father was against it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"We . . . truly have very different lives. But still, I want to see your wish come true one day. When you are sharing your music with the future generations, I want to be there as a witness. I want to see with my own eyes how people will be touched by your music."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"I think . . . I think I can do it if I'm you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*Okay, okay. typical love story. Kissing scene here. I don't have to say anything anymore*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"What have you done to Shotaro?!! You useless woman!!! His father just severed ties with him. Saying that Shotaro's a useless son," Chikage screamed while she sends more books flying towards Setsu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"What?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"I was just hoping that I can marry Shotaro. That was my only dream since I was very little. But you . . ." Chikage didn't manage to finish her sentence but slumped down onto the floor into a crying fit instead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Shotaro . . ."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Hey Setsu," Shotaro greeted while smiling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"What do you mean by 'hey'? What do you plan to do now?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"I'll be staying at the church for now. And then I'll start looking for a job and get myself into a music school."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"What?!! Do you really think it'll be that easy?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"If you can do it, I don't see the reason why I can't."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Setsu couldn't say anything. Rather, she didn't know what to say. She looked at both her hands and Shotaro's and started thinking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"My hands are so rough because of all the hard work. His hands . . . they're so smooth, just like porcelain . . . just like that woman's (Chikage). I could tell him that there's no reason why he couldn't do it when I can. But poverty has the power to take away someone's freedom . . . and completely destroy someone's dream. I myself should know this a lot better than Shotaro."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shotaro finally got himself a job working at some construction sites. Both Shotaro and Setsu were in the church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"It's really hard to earn some money isn't it? But I will not give up so easily," Shotaro said while looking at his now rough hands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Setsu only managed to look at Shotaro sadly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Hey I composed a new song. I really like it myself. And . . . it's a love song".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Oh!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shotaro started playing while Setsu watched him with tearful eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"The organ sounds even clearer and deeper than it has before. But . . . my mind could only think about one thing. A fact . . . a fact that this song will never be known. Have I completely destroyed his life? Have I stolen the happiness that he was supposed to inherit?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just the thought of that was enough to send Setsu on a crying frenzy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Why are you crying Setsu?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"I'm . . . I'm really touched."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"I thought so too. Haha. Oh btw, I wanted to tell you something. This church will be having a proper organ soon."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Really?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Well yea, the church in Yokohama is donating one of their organs to us. I've always wanted to play it. I'll be helping them to move the organ here. Of course, they'll pay me some money too."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"That's wonderful!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Isn't it?" beamed a very happy Shotaro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"I'll get going now, see you later," Shotaro waved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Take care of yourself!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And that . . . that's the last time I ever saw Shotaro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1 September 1923, 11.58a.m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A strong earthquake hit the region of Kanto . . . and Shotaro, he didn't managed to escape in time. He was found dead under the church organ. The church organ that he wanted to play so much . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"This is all your fault! If only he didn't met you. Then he wouldn't have died for nothing like that! You're the one who brought all this bad luck!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chikage was crying while all that Setsu managed to do was to sit there with a shocked expression and tears in her eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Setsu, the shopkeeper wants to see you," said a middle-aged woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Yes ma'am. You wanted to see me? Marry? You think I should . . ?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"You must not continue mourning and you shouldn't keep remembering your feelings of love towards someone who is dead. The guy that you are going to marry knows this. Yet he is still interested in you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"But I . . . I want to work here. Wait! Wait! What about the whole plan of allowing me to continue my studies?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Setsu!" the middle-aged woman barked. "Can't you see? The shop is in trouble because you're here. The shopkeeper . . . she has to let you go. Can't you see what she had done for you? And don't you see how you can repay her kindness? At the very least, let her still keep some of her dignity."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Setsu was only able to stand there and stare at the lady as if she was in a trance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Big and elegant houses, traveling overseas, oil, trains, electricity, modern gadgets. Everyone said that this is a new era for Japan. And that we have more freedom . . . we're now more open to the western world but still . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Oh my, look at how beautiful she is! You won't even notice if you cut your own finger while looking at her. Just look at her!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Setsu who was in her traditional bridal costume was escorted out of the room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Setsu, you should be grateful to have a husband like this. You will be well taken care of by him."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Shotaro," that was the only thing in Setsu's mind as a tear rolled down her face . . . that was the only thing she was capable of thinking while she drank the wine that was served to her and her new husband . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;. . . this country . . . never really changed actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Osaka 1995&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A news reporter can be seen on the television, reporting about the earthquake in Kobe. An old woman sat on a wheelchair in front of the television. Her face was blank and yet she somehow looks tired and sad. Her granddaughter and her daughter are also watching the news. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Isn't grandmother from Kobe?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Really? Grandma, you're from Kobe aren't you? Ahhh . . . she can't hear me. She needs her hearing device."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Everything . . . Everything is over . . ." the old woman muttered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"What?" asked the granddaughter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Everything. My dreams. My memories. My future . . . everything . . . not even a bit of them are left," the old woman babbled to herself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Next, we'll hear from the volunteers themselves," said the news reporter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"I found an organ in the ruins of the church. The earthquake didn't do any harm to it at all. I found a very old song script in the organ. A love song. I've never heard the song before. It's a really nice song. But kind of sad. I will now play this song to share it with everyone. I hope everyone will like it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The young volunteer started playing and the old woman looked up in shock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everyone throughout the country could hear it. Whether they are having their meals in front of the television, taking a walk on the busy streets of Japan, in music classes, everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The song continued like some kind of forgotten memory, lingering in the air, haunting and bringing tears to those who have heard it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"The song is so nice but sad at the same time. I wonder who wrote it. It'll be so good if grandma can hear it too," the granddaughter said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*. . . I'm actually more interested in composing songs and sharing my songs with the future generations . . . songs that can still be played over and over again even after centuries after I'm gone . . .*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just then, the old lady started crying uncontrollably. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Grandma? Grandma, what's wrong?!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Are you listening to this . . . Shotaro? The song that was full of your hopes and dreams . . . it is still 'here' . . . that sweet song of yours . . . it is playing and can be heard in all of Kobe."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Don't go anywhere. We will be right back with more coverage on the earthquake in Kobe." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's the end of the story. Not exactly a beautiful ending, I know. And maybe it doesn't sound touching too. I still feel that somehow reading the manga would be alot better. Well, this is the longest post there is by me so far. Hope it didn't bore anyone of you. You are welcomed to flame me, but please, no rude words . . . &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/8406327763742353156-7936374171637455440?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/7936374171637455440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2009/03/sweet-song-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/7936374171637455440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/7936374171637455440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2009/03/sweet-song-for-you.html' title='A Sweet Song For You ~'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-6408973657157732936</id><published>2009-03-22T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T12:37:13.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stitching ~ (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, well not really part 2 but this is to make my life a little bit easier. I don't like repeating myself over and over again like a tape recorder &gt;.&gt; I don't think anyone does actually. So here we go:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;- Yes, I do sell finished cross stitches and I do accept requests. Just follow the steps below:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You can purchase the set that you want me to stitch and ask me to work on it OR you can give me a rough idea on what is on your mind, and I'll try my best to come up with something (no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;guarantee&lt;/span&gt; that I will succeed though). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I charge the final product based on (this is provided if you did not purchase the complete set for me to work on):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the number of threads that I've used on that piece of work - RM 0.10 for 1 piece of string (market price)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the total size of the cloth &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;labour - AROUND RM 0.15 for every 1cm x 1cm (1cm square), this will be less if there are not much stitches in a 1cm square&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;drafting a special piece - this will range from RM 5 to RM 30, depending on how complicated the diagram is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;postage fees - if you want me to post the final product to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;3. If you do purchase the complete set for me to work on, I'll only charge for the labour.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And yes. I have some designs on anime characters: Naruto, Trinity Blood, One Piece, Death Note, etc. So just leave me a message if you want to have a look at them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm not fit to work on any stitches right now, given the condition of both my hands. And I have to work on the stitches for Max, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; + his mum and also another quite complicated piece for a friend. So even if you do place your orders now, I'll only be able to finish them by around September or so. Sorry about that &gt;.&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Just email, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;msn&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt; or call me if you want further details: &lt;a href="mailto:devenytew@hotmail.com"&gt;devenytew@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; Or just leave me a message at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cbox&lt;/span&gt; (located on the right side of the page).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Okay, glad that's done &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406327763742353156-6408973657157732936?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/6408973657157732936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2009/03/stitching-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/6408973657157732936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/6408973657157732936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2009/03/stitching-part-2.html' title='Stitching ~ (Part 2)'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-3517591365716657771</id><published>2009-03-21T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T09:34:28.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stitching ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've always liked stitching. It helps to train my patience and the best part of it is that I can listen to all my favourite songs while doing it (with coffee or tea and aroma therapy). Hehe. Sometimes I watch anime while doing it too. Stop asking me how I manage to stitch and at the same time watch anime + read the subtitles. I just can =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/ScURJZRUbRI/AAAAAAAAAHY/wye-ycDuMKM/s1600-h/CS1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315673788280761618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/ScURJZRUbRI/AAAAAAAAAHY/wye-ycDuMKM/s320/CS1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Birthday Gift for Yuri-chan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/ScURJBGxXnI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/RApdlrzNmoc/s1600-h/CS2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315673781794070130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/ScURJBGxXnI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/RApdlrzNmoc/s320/CS2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Birthday Gift for Yuki-chan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/ScURI7id_XI/AAAAAAAAAHI/HE_zLueI7CU/s1600-h/CS3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315673780299627890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/ScURI7id_XI/AAAAAAAAAHI/HE_zLueI7CU/s320/CS3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For Rene aka Teddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/ScURIoPRkJI/AAAAAAAAAHA/fWIOPQo2HOE/s1600-h/CS4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315673775118848146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/ScURIoPRkJI/AAAAAAAAAHA/fWIOPQo2HOE/s320/CS4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For Nelson aka Teddie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/ScURIcjZdsI/AAAAAAAAAG4/nRroI-waxR4/s1600-h/CS5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315673771982026434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/ScURIcjZdsI/AAAAAAAAAG4/nRroI-waxR4/s320/CS5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For Ger (I Miss You)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/ScUQdAxM4lI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BgUFxilUM-4/s1600-h/CS6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315673025789354578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/ScUQdAxM4lI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BgUFxilUM-4/s320/CS6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For Vin (Miss You Too Vin Kor Kor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315673021024343458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/ScUQcvBIlaI/AAAAAAAAAGo/byoaQFBEPkg/s320/CS7.JPG" border="0" /&gt; My Very First Cross Stitch (Did This When I Was 11+)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/ScUQbxe3VMI/AAAAAAAAAGg/awIIhCNyTcY/s1600-h/CS8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315673004506043586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/ScUQbxe3VMI/AAAAAAAAAGg/awIIhCNyTcY/s320/CS8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Most Probably My 2nd Cross Stitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/ScUQb0pFnzI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YUdzRWeiqAs/s1600-h/CS9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315673005354229554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/ScUQb0pFnzI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YUdzRWeiqAs/s320/CS9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not A Cross Stitch, But Don't Know What This Stitch Is Called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/ScUQbJ-mkbI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/DzJcMeJKs_Q/s1600-h/CS10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315672993901744562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/ScUQbJ-mkbI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/DzJcMeJKs_Q/s320/CS10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Same As The Above (Took Me Months To Finish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The bad part is, there's no more space for me to hang my stitches at home anymore. So my mum kinda make me stop stitching. But I still stitch when there are requests from friends. And I'll of course be more than willing to do it if I'm paid. Kekeke. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I will be working on a new one soon, for my beloved Maxy. Aiai~ paiseh ah. Hands are swollen now, so the thing is stuck half way. You'll have to wait till my hands recover &gt;.&lt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406327763742353156-3517591365716657771?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/3517591365716657771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2009/03/stitching.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/3517591365716657771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/3517591365716657771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2009/03/stitching.html' title='Stitching ~'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/ScURJZRUbRI/AAAAAAAAAHY/wye-ycDuMKM/s72-c/CS1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-2535015070146866352</id><published>2009-03-20T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T04:52:38.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I FEEL . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;じゅうご&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;にじゅういち&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;にじゅう&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;さん&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;いち&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;じゅうきゅう&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;にじゅう&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ご&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;よん&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/8406327763742353156-2535015070146866352?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/2535015070146866352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-feel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/2535015070146866352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/2535015070146866352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-feel.html' title='I FEEL . . .'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-9126185931388485000</id><published>2009-03-14T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T19:21:08.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures Say It All (Love Party)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As most of you know, I'm having another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pompholyx&lt;/span&gt; Eczema attack on both my hands. So it's kind of difficult for me to do things. Even everyday tasks like eating and taking a shower can be a tiring task. And yes, that includes typing. So I'll just be posting another one of those "pictures say it all" blog again &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*I'm just lazy actually*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Anyway, let's move on to the pictures shall we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt; The pictures below were taken during the Audition's Love Party not long ago (to upgrade the wedding ring). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SbwwmkRhZXI/AAAAAAAAAGI/yZPzXmUZmIg/s1600-h/LP1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313175099520673138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SbwwmkRhZXI/AAAAAAAAAGI/yZPzXmUZmIg/s320/LP1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ~ Needs 2 Syncs, 10 perfects and 150k score to pass ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SbwwmhP88pI/AAAAAAAAAGA/cz8vE9nCHMw/s1600-h/LP1+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313175098708783762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SbwwmhP88pI/AAAAAAAAAGA/cz8vE9nCHMw/s320/LP1+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ~ At the beginning of the Love Party ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SbwwmQjpZvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/kaPp-Wv6W3E/s1600-h/LP1+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313175094227986162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SbwwmQjpZvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/kaPp-Wv6W3E/s320/LP1+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ~ 5 Perfects &amp;amp; 65 900 score down ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SbwwQig17sI/AAAAAAAAAFw/RLto3GYq9jg/s1600-h/LP1+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313174721090940610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SbwwQig17sI/AAAAAAAAAFw/RLto3GYq9jg/s320/LP1+(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ~ First Sync ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SbwwQsqksRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/xHElOKf9OzQ/s1600-h/LP1+(5).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313174723816108306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SbwwQsqksRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/xHElOKf9OzQ/s320/LP1+(5).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ~ Second Sync ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SbwwQOq3YmI/AAAAAAAAAFg/jkDQPqLNofI/s1600-h/LP1+(6).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313174715764269666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SbwwQOq3YmI/AAAAAAAAAFg/jkDQPqLNofI/s320/LP1+(6).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;~ All requirements achieved ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SbwwQBSIYyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/QylBHIhpQTY/s1600-h/LP1+(11).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313174712170865442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SbwwQBSIYyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/QylBHIhpQTY/s320/LP1+(11).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;~ Love Party Succeeded ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SbwwPts2w-I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/NuccOIGlLgw/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313174706914247650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SbwwPts2w-I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/NuccOIGlLgw/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;~ Before &amp;amp; After the Love Party ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Note the change of the wedding ring, it became uglier I know .___.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*And yes, I finally filled up the wedding registration license*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad that I managed to pass it, considering that I was lagging and my hands were kinda stiff from the eczema. But both of us kinda hate the current wedding ring. So we'll just have to hurry up, get our couple points up, go through another Love Party &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*which I hope I can pass*&lt;/span&gt; and upgrade our ring to the Saffron Wedding Ring XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P.S: Tengii, if you're reading this, sorry for not inviting you again =x  It was a sudden decision to have the Love Party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406327763742353156-9126185931388485000?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/9126185931388485000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2009/03/pictures-say-it-all-love-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/9126185931388485000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/9126185931388485000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2009/03/pictures-say-it-all-love-party.html' title='Pictures Say It All (Love Party)'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SbwwmkRhZXI/AAAAAAAAAGI/yZPzXmUZmIg/s72-c/LP1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-6902921955059883107</id><published>2009-02-21T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T18:56:17.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Says It All (Wedding)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Like what the title said, no need for words. Only pictures in this post XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SaCXSJhBVUI/AAAAAAAAAE4/f0J3CM5kxh0/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305406699090302274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SaCXSJhBVUI/AAAAAAAAAE4/f0J3CM5kxh0/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wedding Hall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SaCXSFQ7wQI/AAAAAAAAAEw/2-qtRJdGheg/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305406697949085954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SaCXSFQ7wQI/AAAAAAAAAEw/2-qtRJdGheg/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beginning of the wedding, needs 3 syncs, 10 perfects &amp;amp; 150k score by the end of the song in order to pass the wedding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SaCXSCHk_oI/AAAAAAAAAEo/CZa2aBTnxKs/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305406697104539266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SaCXSCHk_oI/AAAAAAAAAEo/CZa2aBTnxKs/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First Sync&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SaCW70dWwJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Dh4MIzCH9PY/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305406315480662162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SaCW70dWwJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Dh4MIzCH9PY/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Second Sync&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SaCW7uY_lpI/AAAAAAAAAEY/L6ht9LNJh2I/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305406313851754130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SaCW7uY_lpI/AAAAAAAAAEY/L6ht9LNJh2I/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Third and final Sync&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SaCW7ZOXIXI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nf3tVl58Hh8/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305406308170015090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SaCW7ZOXIXI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nf3tVl58Hh8/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the requirements achieved &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*success! i'm lucky i can still pass with the lag and all, else i need to re-do it*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SaCW6nGrKxI/AAAAAAAAAEI/fngce0RSlGI/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305406294716001042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SaCW6nGrKxI/AAAAAAAAAEI/fngce0RSlGI/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wedding license passed XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SaCW6VrHH6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/1VG5325TGG4/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305406290036989858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SaCW6VrHH6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/1VG5325TGG4/s320/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wedding Registration License (Haven't filled it up yet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406327763742353156-6902921955059883107?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/6902921955059883107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2009/02/picture-says-it-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/6902921955059883107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/6902921955059883107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2009/02/picture-says-it-all.html' title='Picture Says It All (Wedding)'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SaCXSJhBVUI/AAAAAAAAAE4/f0J3CM5kxh0/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-5297246997110446464</id><published>2009-02-21T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T12:49:09.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art Class Anyone ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I used to attend art classes when I was in lower primary school. Make that 2 - 5 classes. They taught me how to colour with crayons, and just when they were starting to teach me how to draw, I quitted. The reason ? Well . . let's just say that the art teacher simply freaks me out and leave it to that. And I never attended any more art classes after that. It's a tempting thought to attend one though &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*without psychotic teachers of course*&lt;/span&gt; Maybe I'll do that when I have some free time to spare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, a friend asked me to start drawing again. Well, I might consider that. But maybe just not now. Considering my assignments are pouring in again. And besides, I'm actually not that good in drawing. I only draw when I'm bored or when I have the mood. And the worst thing is, I can't just randomly draw something. I need an example. So yeah, all my artwork so far are copied from somewhere. And no matter how many times I do it, I still can't draw human body parts right. They always turned out to unproportional &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zouk *copied from Zint's artwork*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SaBl_z-0aII/AAAAAAAAADQ/KlIh5Fe95oA/s1600-h/Zouk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305352508002297986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SaBl_z-0aII/AAAAAAAAADQ/KlIh5Fe95oA/s320/Zouk.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zouk, coloured version *another piece copied from Zint's artwork*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SaBl_1-WdZI/AAAAAAAAADI/G2germGjJXk/s1600-h/Zouk2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305352508537206162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SaBl_1-WdZI/AAAAAAAAADI/G2germGjJXk/s320/Zouk2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kankuro, Gaara and Temari from the ever so famous Naruto. As you can see, distorted + unproportional faces &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SaBl_5kAPMI/AAAAAAAAADA/aSvgyoA5OBk/s1600-h/Z6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305352509500439746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SaBl_5kAPMI/AAAAAAAAADA/aSvgyoA5OBk/s320/Z6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gaara on some sand creature &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*i think he created that creature ? no idea*&lt;/span&gt; on a full moon night. Copied from one of the Naruto artbooks. And yes, I love Gaara to bits. It's obvious isn't it ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SaBl_jskbXI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u_FnAQ0ph6s/s1600-h/Z3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305352503630785906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SaBl_jskbXI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u_FnAQ0ph6s/s320/Z3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, the girls from Samurai Deeper Kyo. Yuuya and (i forgot what's her name). And yes, again, unproportional T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SaBl_aVb1DI/AAAAAAAAACw/-QtuCuH_VAc/s1600-h/Z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305352501117834290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SaBl_aVb1DI/AAAAAAAAACw/-QtuCuH_VAc/s320/Z.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406327763742353156-5297246997110446464?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/5297246997110446464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2009/02/art-class-anyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/5297246997110446464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/5297246997110446464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2009/02/art-class-anyone.html' title='Art Class Anyone ?'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SaBl_z-0aII/AAAAAAAAADQ/KlIh5Fe95oA/s72-c/Zouk.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-5788516146262192854</id><published>2009-02-21T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T09:36:27.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Evil ? Well . . . You Decide</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My baka sis tagged me in facebook. I did it there, but just thought I'll have one copy up here as well (just for the fun of it). Am I evil or sick ? Well, you decide. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;WARNING: This tag contains things that some readers may find disturbing. Reader discretion is advised. The tag is intended for emotionally mature audiences only. The opinions expressed in this tag do not necessarily reflect the views of the opinonator(s).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How would you kill someone in a limited amount of time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- I would say go for the heart.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stabbed it repeatedly till that person is dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What would be the weirdest way to kill someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Erm, doing twisted things to the body before you kill them off ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How would you torture someone really evil (e.g. Hitler, Pol Pot, Idi Amin)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Oh. Oh. Oh. First u make them drink some milk + honey concoction. They'll end up with a rotting body and you can have bugs and insects lay eggs inside them once they start rotting. They'll use the body as food and eat them from the inside out. Muahahahahaha (ok, this is sick!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. On a scale of 1 to 10, how much do you hate babies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Erm. I don't really hate them unless they start throwing a tantrum or start crying. So I would say 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The world ends tomorrow. What would you do to make it worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Nothing ? Why waste energy when u have only -24 hours to go ? Just let it end lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is the best manner to deal with spoilt children from ages 7-15?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Talk to them properly. Threaten them if it doesn't work. And further punish them if it doesn't work either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You've conquered the world. You want to destroy everything and everyone for some diabolical reason. What would be your first strategy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Nuclear bomb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You are a cunning serial killer who loves the limelight. What would be your 'signature' trace? No Jigsaws, please- that's taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Hmmm . . . Red Hydrangea i guess. Looks so much like the blood . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What evil title would you bestow upon yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Bloodless Girl (Lame, i know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Like most emperors/empresses in the ancient times, and you participate in offering bloody sacrifices to the Heavens above. What would you sacrifice (humans, deer, snails, grass?) and on what scale would it take place (tens, hundreds, a whole village)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Hmm . . . animals i guess. Hundreds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. You are a tyrant of a modern country and money is running low due to various social demands. Which do you abolish first, child care, health care, pension schemes, or the education system?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Health care. You take care of your own health and ONLY ask for help when you really can't manage and needs professional help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Assume you are a despot. Would you distribute power in some way? If yes, how and to whom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Hmm. I guess i would but not to much. And the person i would want to give it to is . . . none of your business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. You are dying. Your children are fighting to take over your evil legacy. How will you resolve this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Ask them to shut up. I decide who gets it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. You are a nomad who robs people. What do you do with the loot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Enjoy myself with the money i guess.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Share it with those who I love and of course, people who need it. (See, I'm not that evil now am I ?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406327763742353156-5788516146262192854?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/5788516146262192854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2009/02/am-i-evil-well-you-decide.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/5788516146262192854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/5788516146262192854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2009/02/am-i-evil-well-you-decide.html' title='Am I Evil ? Well . . . You Decide'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-2194720282963910395</id><published>2009-02-19T02:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T03:10:53.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking Down Memory Lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was going through some pictures in my file and saw some pictures that I took in the kindy that I used to work in. I miss those kids (as naughty as they are, they are really adorable in many ways I guess). I was in charged of the 6 year olds. But later on as I was going to leave, I left my job to a trainee teacher and took care of the few kids who were below 2 years old instead. And honestly, it was really tiring. I felt like a mum! I had to spoon feed them one by one and teach them words. Play with them and attend to them whenever they cry. Luckily, there was a maid who took care of the whole poop issue XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As if it's not enough, I had to memorize which parent drove which car so that when they are there to pick up the kids, I can call that particular kid and send them to the gate. Not to mention that it's lunch hour and I was busy spoon feeding. And the most tiring part was, I had to ask the maid to distract them while I run to my car when it's time to go home (I only work the half day shift). And it's so heartbreaking to see them chasing after me while crying their hearts out. Sorry darlings, but teacher had to get home too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had to work an additional 2 Saturdays every month, correct the English documents to make sure that they are presentable (that's the headmistress' job, not mine), teach around 9 subjects to the 6 year olds, send them food, look after them when they're eating, mark all their homeworks, prepare their artworks beforehand, give them tuitions after class, conduct a reading class and babysit the 2 year olds. For all that crap, I was only paid RM 450 per month. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yea, life isn't exactly fair and who said I can't work ?* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;But I guess the experience and memories makes it all worthwhile. Here's some pictures of the kids that I'm kinda attached to &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You Jie, the baby which was always sticking to me and cries whenever I left him for home =x And he cries like a washing machine! *Brrrr . . . Brrrr . . . Brrrr . . .*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SZ01YB-DiVI/AAAAAAAAACo/Qom1IEOelUs/s1600-h/ZYou+Jie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304454623074158930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SZ01YB-DiVI/AAAAAAAAACo/Qom1IEOelUs/s320/ZYou+Jie.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yashvindra, the 2 year old that I was looking after whenever I was not teaching. He sticks to me too. Like a super glue !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SZ01YH0hV2I/AAAAAAAAACg/oC_5JEEG2ys/s1600-h/Yashvindra.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304454624644781922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SZ01YH0hV2I/AAAAAAAAACg/oC_5JEEG2ys/s320/Yashvindra.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Huan, Woei Huang &amp;amp; Sharvinnia. The 6 year olds that were under my care. Monsters in disguise *but still very adorable*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SZ01X4VydXI/AAAAAAAAACY/QTqWdLeYLXE/s1600-h/Wei+Huan+,+Woei+Hwang+%26+Sharvinnia2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304454620489348466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SZ01X4VydXI/AAAAAAAAACY/QTqWdLeYLXE/s320/Wei+Huan+,+Woei+Hwang+%26+Sharvinnia2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shin Yong, Zhi Yi &amp;amp; Akiko. Also the 6 year olds that were under my care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SZ01Xq4UuuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8zOLAKd4MK4/s1600-h/Shin+Yong+,+Zhi+Yi+%26+Akiko.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304454616876104418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SZ01Xq4UuuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8zOLAKd4MK4/s320/Shin+Yong+,+Zhi+Yi+%26+Akiko.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, Mayis, Ewen &amp;amp; Chun Shang. That makes up all of the 9 students in the 6 years old class that was under me at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SZ01XnpjSUI/AAAAAAAAACI/8YnTqejn5_U/s1600-h/Mayis+,+Ewen+%26+Chun+Shang.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304454616008837442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SZ01XnpjSUI/AAAAAAAAACI/8YnTqejn5_U/s320/Mayis+,+Ewen+%26+Chun+Shang.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406327763742353156-2194720282963910395?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/2194720282963910395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2009/02/walking-down-memory-lane.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/2194720282963910395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/2194720282963910395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2009/02/walking-down-memory-lane.html' title='Walking Down Memory Lane'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SZ01YB-DiVI/AAAAAAAAACo/Qom1IEOelUs/s72-c/ZYou+Jie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-6350451698115128513</id><published>2009-01-17T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T09:38:19.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Disappointment*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; with how fast some feelings can so easily fade over time or over some misunderstandings, especially when it comes to friendships. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Few days ago we were still friends, teasing and taunting each other. And today you're treating me like an enemy, just because of something he told you. Did it ever occur to you that what he think is right might be wrong and whatever that he told you might not be entirely true?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You believe everything that he said, but not what I said. Why is that? Is it just because we are in different fams?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here I am, happy to see you today, but what I got was nothing but a cold shoulder. You even accused me of pretending when I really have no idea what you were talking about. Just because of something I didn't even do too. I just happened to be there, that's all. Is that a crime?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And ask yourself (honestly), if the whole situation happened the other way around, would you still feel that what he said was just to express his shock? I'm quite sure you wouldn't be thinking that way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes I wonder if that's all our friendship is worth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406327763742353156-6350451698115128513?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/6350451698115128513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2009/01/disappointment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/6350451698115128513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/6350451698115128513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2009/01/disappointment.html' title='*Disappointment*'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-6238656582298118963</id><published>2009-01-10T12:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T03:08:11.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Sigh*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hmm, no update cos nothing much is happening recently. Was only rotting at home during the whole sem break. But I did managed to meet up with a few friends, expecially Yuki &amp;amp; Yuri. That's good enough I guess. At least we spent some time together. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well, 2 days ago, I broke up in Audi (again). That's my fourth break. Only this time it comes with a really high price. My almost 2 months of leveling up the wedding ring and also my 93k dens! Heartache? Yes. But I guess it's a good thing the ring is gone now. At least I don't have to look at it all the time whenever I log in into my account. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today happens to be the day I'm going back to KL. Will be leaving for KL in a few hours. Ughh ... And tomorrow uni officially starts. I wonder if I can adjust my sleeping habits. Been sleeping like an owl these days. Maybe I can get Shima to wake me up every morning =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, still trying to upload last Christmas' pictures. But the damn thing just won't work. Dang!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406327763742353156-6238656582298118963?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/6238656582298118963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2009/01/sigh.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/6238656582298118963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/6238656582298118963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2009/01/sigh.html' title='*Sigh*'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-5921800264598367495</id><published>2008-12-28T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T02:47:49.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>xmas is over, sadness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay well Xmas is finally over. I'm a little depressed about it. I like Xmas more than any other celebrations in Malaysia ! Why can't they make Xmas last a month :P The reasons why I like Xmas are actually quite simple. Xmas to me is something peaceful, tranquil, blah, blah, blah. It's time when I can actually celebrate in peace. Other celebrations, especially Chinese New Year, well ... I like the red packet part (yes, because I'm money minded, but I thought everyone knows that ?) but not so much the going back to the village and facing my relatives part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm not looking down on them or anything, it's just that we don't have much in common to talk about. Imagine this, I'm talking about animes and books maybe, and they'll be gaping at me. They'll be talking about boyfriends, and whoever that's getting married, divorced, having a baby, broke a bone somewhere, and I'll be gaping at them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's not the worst part. The worst part was when I was minding my own business reading a nice novel while they were chatting about someone I don't know, and one of them actually said this to me, "What's the point of being so highly educated? You'll just get married and stay at home anyways." What if I don't get married ? They're gonna support me isit ? And it's not like I'm some despo who wanna just marry anyone asap. Sheesh =.= &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The whole community is like the TV3. They broadcast anything and everything that happens in the village. I really don't see the point of even going back sometimes (I have my own TV3 at home, why go all the way back to Kedah ? =.= )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another thing is, during Xmas you have cheery or peaceful Xmas songs. But in other occasions (most of the occasions), you'll have people with their deafening firecrackers/fireworks and not to mention some people who will be blaring their speakers like nobody's business. Everywhere you go, there's noise and crowd. I'm not good in dealing with noises and crowds. Especially crowds, yes, I'm an introvert, in case you haven't notice. So, sorry if i reject most of your invitations to go out. I just needed more personal space compared to others XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And that just reminds me, Chinese New Year is coming soon. More noisy firecrackers, more of my relatives *sigh* But on the other hand, red packets $$__$$ Wonder what I should get with those money ? Some books. The whole set of Hellsing mangas + goodies *drools* Or maybe I should get that yaoi manga that I've been dying to get &gt;.&lt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wanted to upload some Xmas pix. But no idea why, the thing just can't load. So I'll just upload it later I guess XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/8406327763742353156-5921800264598367495?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/5921800264598367495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2008/12/xmas-is-over-sadness.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/5921800264598367495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/5921800264598367495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2008/12/xmas-is-over-sadness.html' title='xmas is over, sadness'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406327763742353156.post-3827593985475556787</id><published>2008-12-27T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T04:34:39.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Brilliantness"</title><content type='html'>Thanx to my "brilliantness", I forgot my passwords for both my gmail account and my old blog. So I had to recreate a new one, which is this one =.= I'll be posting soon (I hope). As for now, animes, here I come =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406327763742353156-3827593985475556787?l=sueakayume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/feeds/3827593985475556787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2008/12/brilliantness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/3827593985475556787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406327763742353156/posts/default/3827593985475556787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueakayume.blogspot.com/2008/12/brilliantness.html' title='&quot;Brilliantness&quot;'/><author><name>sue aka yume</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305813294610656916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5ND2X3t0sQ/SVYZaslKxWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DIiF3_HCWV4/S220/Z8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
