<?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-6332790053591641076</id><updated>2012-01-06T14:51:03.850+08:00</updated><category term='sad'/><category term='poem'/><category term='cover'/><category term='short post'/><category term='song'/><category term='tag'/><category term='event'/><category term='wtf'/><category term='vow'/><category term='photos'/><category term='Comic Fiesta'/><category term='Buono'/><category term='Transformers 2'/><category term='first post'/><category term='spam'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='smoking = bad'/><category term='Berryz Koubou'/><category term='thought'/><category term='review'/><category term='VocaFiesta'/><category term='rant'/><category term='update'/><category term='idol groups'/><category term='Pechaa Kuchaa'/><category term='The Passing'/><category term='nyaha'/><category term='Left 4 Dead 2'/><category term='wallpaper'/><category term='boycott'/><category term='random'/><category term='end of sem one'/><category term='bored'/><category term='AniManGaki'/><category term='Morning Musume'/><category term='game'/><category term='quiz'/><category term='DaiCon'/><category term='life'/><category term='movie'/><category term='introspection'/><category term='dilemma'/><category term='covers'/><category term='random facts'/><category term='feelings'/><category term='Mothers&apos; Day'/><category term='Kingdom Hearts'/><category term='fun'/><category term='assignment'/><category term='musings'/><title type='text'>Welcome... to my world...</title><subtitle type='html'>Just a little something that I did on a whim.  Might not even update that often. Randomness ahead, so beware. Bohahahahah *shot*</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>reina-sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934228481627743039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332790053591641076.post-3952975814029338523</id><published>2012-01-06T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T14:51:03.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ransack through my room - fine. You attack me - fine. You throw my stuff and destroy them - fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you imply that our PARENTS&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; never &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loved you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when you want to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;destroy my stuff that were gifts from my parents for my birthday&lt;/span&gt; (I can't use it to call people now, btw); when you frigging &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tell me your own family don't love you&lt;/span&gt;, after &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all the things they done for you&lt;/span&gt;, that. is. it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332790053591641076-3952975814029338523?l=reina-sugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/feeds/3952975814029338523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6332790053591641076&amp;postID=3952975814029338523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/3952975814029338523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/3952975814029338523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/2012/01/thats-it.html' title=''/><author><name>reina-sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934228481627743039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332790053591641076.post-3816224746395316671</id><published>2011-11-21T20:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T20:34:22.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>愛しいパパとママへ…</title><content type='html'>愛しいパパとママへ…&lt;br /&gt;To my dearest parents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, let me apologize: both for hiding things from you and also for putting this on my blog. One, I tend to express myself better this way, where I can gather my thoughts properly and put them down in words. Two... well... every time before I could even talk to you both about this, you'd start on how he's not good enough for me, etc to the point that I just feel like shutting up and hiding away even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I move on, words aren't enough to express how thankful, grateful and appreciative I am for your concern, worry, love, and, yes, anger too. But I need to let my thoughts known as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that I completely understand where you're coming from for I know that if I were to be in your shoes, I'd react in the exact same manner - possibly worse. I know that you believe, more than anything else, that he is not right for me; that he will not change; that history would just repeat itself. I also know that you believe that he was a rebound case for me; that I'm not using my head to think this through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;please &lt;/span&gt;know that I'm not saying this as an act of defiance. I just want you to know my thoughts and feelings on this matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I feel and believe that whatever happened to you before may not necessarily happen to me. Yes, there is a chance history would repeat itself, but anything can come out when emotions take over, don't you think? We were both in the wrong that time - we were angry and upset and have said a lot of hurtful things to each other. We've came to terms with that. We've apologized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I know he posts all sorts of nonsense on Facebook. He's also very stubborn and unwilling to change for just anyone. You've also said that without a degree, one can go nowhere today.  For your information (and I don't mean this in a snobby manner), he has been changing - for me. Smoking is bad - he's working on quitting, going from an entire pack in half a day to 1-2 sticks a day, even resorting to sweets to control his urge without any outside influence. Alcohol - he only drinks when with a certain group, not all the time. Degree - he's been back in his studies for a while, now working on his degree for mass comm, majoring in broadcasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, you've said that I'm using my emotions and heart, not head, to make any decisions regarding him; that he was likely a rebound. Hear me out when I say that I have been using my head. Yes, I've been confused for a while as you know. But I've thought about it for a long time, and I've found a decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he could have potentially be a rebound... but if he was a rebound, I wouldn't have stuck with him for so long. Yes, I met him and he came into my life when I was at my weakest. But you've told me to find someone who would love me more than I would him, and that's how I feel with him - safe, secure, loved, and that everything in the world was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But more than anything else, I want to see for myself if the relationship could truly work or not, even after that mess called break-up. If it does, then it does. If it doesn't, then so be it; life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you won't support - nor accept, even - my decision. I think that, with this post, you would know what I've decided on; maybe even before this. Whatever the consequences, I will bear it on my own and know that it was through my own actions that caused it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm prepared for that. I just hope that my decision is respected, both as your daughter and as an adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;わがまま、愛してるな娘より&lt;br /&gt;(From your selfish daughter who loves you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332790053591641076-3816224746395316671?l=reina-sugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/feeds/3816224746395316671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6332790053591641076&amp;postID=3816224746395316671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/3816224746395316671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/3816224746395316671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title='愛しいパパとママへ…'/><author><name>reina-sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934228481627743039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332790053591641076.post-6651598236819899703</id><published>2011-07-08T11:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T21:51:33.186+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morning Musume'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idol groups'/><title type='text'>When you like an idol group...</title><content type='html'>Well, this rant was long time in the making, but I decided to get it done after reading &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello-online.org/index.php?/blog/385/entry-9719-in-her-defense/"&gt;michikodesu's blog post on H!O&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. She (at least, I think &lt;i&gt;michikodesu&lt;/i&gt;'s a she) puts up a lot of points that most people don't think about.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, note that while I'm talking about &lt;i&gt;H!P specifically&lt;/i&gt;, this applies to all sorts of idol group-fandom-shipping. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*AHEM*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I only gotten into &lt;i&gt;Morning Musume&lt;/i&gt; last year, after listening to &lt;i&gt;Naichau Kamo&lt;/i&gt;, and &lt;i&gt;Shouganai Yume Oibito&lt;/i&gt; was the one that pulled me in. Before that, I was very much a &lt;i&gt;Hello! Project Kids&lt;/i&gt; person, ignoring everything else under that label and focusing on &lt;i&gt;Berryz Koubou &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;C-ute&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I first started listening to &lt;i&gt;MoMusu&lt;/i&gt;, I did not know who was who, only knowing the mains (like &lt;i&gt;Takahashi Ai &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;Tanaka Reina&lt;/i&gt;), and following the flow of all new fans and liking them coz, well, &lt;i&gt;everyone&lt;/i&gt; likes them. What could go wrong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I saw &lt;i&gt;Shouganai Yume Oibito&lt;/i&gt;'s PV and thought, 'hey, that girl is &lt;i&gt;cuuuuteeee&lt;/i&gt;. What's her name?'. So I did some searching and looking, and found out her name was &lt;i&gt;Mitsui Aika&lt;/i&gt;. And so I dug up the old videos of her audition into the group, watched her progress from back then, and followed her till now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's true she started off real shaky - her vocals weren't mind-blowing, and her dancing was mediocre at best. She did, however, improve as time went by - I personally think her singing is better than some older members, and while her dancing still isn't the best in the group, she made it so the dance is &lt;i&gt;hers&lt;/i&gt;, if you get what I mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...and I must say, the pointless flaming of her is annoying. Things like "she looks like a grandmother", "she can't sing/dance", "she doesn't deserve to be &lt;i&gt;i&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;n&lt;/i&gt; MM", makes me wonder if these people know what she'd done and sacrificed to &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; disappoint her fellow members; the staff; the fans she could immediately see and interact with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't say I know all the details, but as &lt;i&gt;michikodesu&lt;/i&gt; had pointed out in her own post, &lt;i&gt;Mitsui &lt;/i&gt;had once performed - in pain as if nothing was wrong - to the point her appendix nearly exploded - and that causes &lt;i&gt;death&lt;/i&gt;. More recently, she suffered a fracture in her ankle, but still continued to perform. How many members in an idol group can you honestly say would do that &lt;i&gt;for you fans&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I'm biased towards her - I agree and I accept that, because it's true. Even so, I believe this one thing: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;liking an idol group means liking everyone in it, even with your own bias&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be honest and say that I started out not really liking everyone in the group - I particularly disliked &lt;i&gt;Kusumi Koharu&lt;/i&gt;, but I managed to overlook that and look at her charm, i.e. her endless energy and optimism, and I was glad I managed to do that before her graduation from the group was announced. I even thought "ah, the group won't be the same ever again". But &lt;i&gt;MoMusu&lt;/i&gt; was a group that thrived on their generations - the fact that their member line-up wouldn't be the same &lt;i&gt;all the time&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That, I noticed, is one thing I think most fans don't really want to accept. For example, much rage is still going on over &lt;i&gt;Kamei Eri&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Junjun&lt;/i&gt;, and &lt;i&gt;Linlin&lt;/i&gt;'s graduation, and even more rage will happen with &lt;i&gt;Takahashi Ai&lt;/i&gt;'s soon-to-come one. I love these girls to bits, but really. Accept the fact that they've graduated/are going to graduate, and keep an eye out for the new, unpolished diamonds in the form of new, incoming members. They might just surprise you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because, really. Before they are idols, they are &lt;i&gt;human. &lt;/i&gt;They have emotions; they get tired; they'll want to rest and have a family and explore new things. Thinking, no, &lt;i&gt;expecting&lt;/i&gt; them to be in the group and performing until they're old is...rather unrealistic. We know we're human. Whelp, newsflash guys! So are they.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, going back to the whole "hate on one member and loving the others" thing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine that you're in an idol group, with the same situation that &lt;i&gt;Mitsui&lt;/i&gt; here is facing - only difference: you know and visit these forums, and you see the hate towards you full-blast. Would you be able to continue performing to the best of your abilities, knowing that no matter what you do, you'll be bashed and flamed and critiqued &lt;i&gt;as t&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;hough your efforts don't matter&lt;/i&gt;? I know I &lt;i&gt;wouldn't&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suggest you read &lt;i&gt;michikodesu&lt;/i&gt;'s post that I've linked up there, because really, all the points I want to bring up have been brought up. And again, I emphasize... liking an idol group means you like &lt;i&gt;all of them, &lt;/i&gt;despite your bias. The internet gives you the freedom of speech, yes, but &lt;i&gt;watch what you write.&lt;/i&gt; Someone can &lt;i&gt;and will&lt;/i&gt; take offense to it. You don't see &lt;i&gt;us&lt;/i&gt; flaming and critiquing your favorite member the way you do to ours, do you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm going to be really antagonistic this point on&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;. &lt;/b&gt;(See? I warn you guys &lt;i&gt;in bold&lt;/i&gt;. 8D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, those who think that they're better than that one member they "hate": There's a reason why they're still in that group, and that reason is why you're &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; in it. 8Db&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way... the "&lt;i&gt;Aika &lt;/i&gt;looks like a grandmother" thing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know of the "grandpa" one:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/2011/03/12/6/385/3853222/f8a804841cbce78f_Screen_shot_2011-03-26_at_AM_10.23.35.xlarge.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But really. How can someone who looks like &lt;i&gt;this &lt;/i&gt;look like a &lt;i&gt;grandmother&lt;/i&gt;? :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sayunii.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/img2009071212584061.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1000px; height: 1315px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Say "Hi" to my bias. 8D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My &lt;i&gt;very simple&lt;/i&gt; conclusion?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They're just jealous of her or her cuteness. |D &lt;i&gt;'Nuff said&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332790053591641076-6651598236819899703?l=reina-sugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/feeds/6651598236819899703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6332790053591641076&amp;postID=6651598236819899703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/6651598236819899703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/6651598236819899703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/2011/07/when-you-like-idol-group.html' title='When you like an idol group...'/><author><name>reina-sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934228481627743039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332790053591641076.post-2755174319349505609</id><published>2011-05-15T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T21:59:50.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts before Year 2, Sem 2</title><content type='html'>So, my second semester of my second year's starting soon *coughtomorrowcough*. In a moment of epic randomness, I decided 'you know what? Lets' make a blog post outta this for the sake of making a blog post'. And proceeded to shoot myself silly for that thought before going through with it anyway.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...yea. My thought processes are weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be honest, it still hasn't sunk in that I'm in my second year. OTL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like several course mates were saying last semester, "I still feel like it's February". Seriously. It's kinda like... "Ah, no worries, exams aren't until--HOLY*BEEP* IT'S APRIL ALREADY?!". Really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is time going so fast this year?! )&amp;lt; &lt;s&gt;IDK if it's coz Imma having fun or whatever, though&lt;/s&gt;&lt;s&gt; *SHOT*&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Studies-wise, though, I feel like I'm doing okay. I mean, I checked my GP-something-or-other the other day, and I'm within the "honors" category - though really, things can change if I slip up. So if I keep doing my best, I &lt;i&gt;should&lt;/i&gt; be okay. Imma pretty sure of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've also got myself a part-time job the other day at &lt;i&gt;Global Arts Center, Bandar Sri Damansara&lt;/i&gt;. It pays RM7 per hour, and I only work for two days - A day and a half, if you wanna be specific. Busy times are busy, sure, but more than half the time I'm free to surf the internet or play games or draw. Tis' pretty awesome. |D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332790053591641076-2755174319349505609?l=reina-sugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/feeds/2755174319349505609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6332790053591641076&amp;postID=2755174319349505609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/2755174319349505609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/2755174319349505609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/2011/05/thoughts-before-year-2-sem-2.html' title='Thoughts before Year 2, Sem 2'/><author><name>reina-sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934228481627743039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332790053591641076.post-231839892538758795</id><published>2011-05-08T18:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T22:10:53.403+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='covers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mothers&apos; Day'/><title type='text'>Mothers' Day</title><content type='html'>If no one realizes it yet, then yeaaah, this is a Mothers' Day update. 8D *flees before she gets shot*&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;While Imma at it, let me dedicate this post to my dad as well, so it's a MoFathers' Day thing *SHOTSHOTSHOT*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;AHEM. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;To my dearest mum &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(and while Imma at it, dad *SHOT*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Thank you for being my parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Thank you for being my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Thank you for reminding me how lucky I am compared to others - though sometimes I don't really need that reminder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Thank you for pulling me out of the sticky situations I get myself into.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Thank you for advising me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Thank you for doing everything in your powers to allow me to have an easy, good life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Thank you for teaching me the value of familial bonds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Thank you for pointing me in the right direction when I'm lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Most importantly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;...thank you for giving me life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm no good with Korean, but I joined a few others in singing this. Hope you like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/h-lAMXPbpNM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And since I was at it... here's something in a language I'm actually decent with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6s2B8VJecLM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Happy Mothers' Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;EDIT :: here's the link to the translation, dad. Enjoy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://projecthello.com/momusu/furusato.html"&gt;http://projecthello.com/momusu/furusato.html&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/6332790053591641076-231839892538758795?l=reina-sugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/feeds/231839892538758795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6332790053591641076&amp;postID=231839892538758795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/231839892538758795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/231839892538758795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/2011/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mothers&apos; Day'/><author><name>reina-sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934228481627743039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/h-lAMXPbpNM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332790053591641076.post-705374570210914576</id><published>2011-04-25T12:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T12:29:42.104+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No idea why I'm blogging when there's an exam to be had in less than 4 hours, but here I am. LOL&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was taking a break from revision and was chatting with &lt;i&gt;two friends&lt;/i&gt; on Skype. One of them was on a forum, and gotten pissed at what those people were writing, i.e. making fun of people with special needs. Then I remembered a &lt;i&gt;phone call&lt;/i&gt; that happened over at &lt;i&gt;PKIK&lt;/i&gt; when I was there helping set up an account for newsletters and such.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As all three of us are staunch believers that &lt;i&gt;everyone&lt;/i&gt; is equal, we're pissed. And angry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the girls has a sister who's autistic - at its worse. The sister can't communicate &lt;i&gt;at all&lt;/i&gt;, reduced to crying and screaming and&lt;i&gt; inflicting bodily harm on herself&lt;/i&gt;. The friend brought the sister for a haircut, but the workers were &lt;i&gt;too damn busy making fun of her to cut her hair. &lt;/i&gt;The other has a friend who's homosexual and everywhere he went, someone called him a "faggot".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm lucky that no one picked on my own sister, but I know of a sweet girl from &lt;i&gt;PKIK&lt;/i&gt; whose parents sent her to a home and refused to bring her for a simple matter of &lt;i&gt;renewing her passport&lt;/i&gt; for the upcoming World Special Olympics in Greece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I'm pissed enough that this &lt;i&gt;deserves&lt;/i&gt; a blog post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To all you people out there who live happy, normal lives, possibly as an only child or with &lt;i&gt;normal&lt;/i&gt; siblings, let me ask you this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you ever try to comprehend that they did not ask to be born the way they are? Did you ever try to understand how difficult it is for them to be as they are, much less their family members? Do you even &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; how much we worry for them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure, we &lt;i&gt;might&lt;/i&gt; be happier if they were born normal, but they're still &lt;i&gt;family. &lt;/i&gt;To you people who enjoy poking fun at them, &lt;i&gt;what if it was &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;sibling people were poking fun at&lt;/i&gt;? You wouldn't like that, would you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the case of homosexuality, &lt;i&gt;it's not a goddamned disease. &lt;/i&gt;They're human too, just like me and you. Did you even &lt;i&gt;try &lt;/i&gt;to get to know them? I bet not. Their sexual preferences &lt;i&gt;should not matter&lt;/i&gt;. Their sexual orientation&lt;i&gt; should not matter&lt;/i&gt;. If it was &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; who was homosexual, and people were calling you a "faggot" or whatever other degrading names, &lt;i&gt;would you like it&lt;/i&gt;? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bet not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get that the world's a free place. I get that you have your own opinions. I get that there's freedom of speech.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;But that doesn't mean you can demean and belittle those different from you&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think about it. &lt;i&gt;You&lt;/i&gt; won't like it if people demean and belittle you &lt;i&gt;just because you're different&lt;/i&gt;. So why are you doing it to those who are?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Try and understand them. Read up on disabilities. Try to know those homosexual people. I'm not forcing; I'm just calling out for you to just try and understand the pain we, as family members or friends, go through when some insensitive prick picks on those dear and important to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332790053591641076-705374570210914576?l=reina-sugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/feeds/705374570210914576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6332790053591641076&amp;postID=705374570210914576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/705374570210914576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/705374570210914576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-idea-why-im-blogging-when-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>reina-sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934228481627743039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332790053591641076.post-2666208514704387388</id><published>2011-04-19T20:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T21:22:28.617+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random facts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='introspection'/><title type='text'>Self-reflection</title><content type='html'>...I need a new blog skin. This one looks horrible, OTL.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been doing some self-reflection lately. I don't know &lt;i&gt;why&lt;/i&gt; this happened less than a week before exams, but yea. Self-reflection &lt;s&gt;also known as more facts about yours truly&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahem.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;1) I'm a loner.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not that I'm &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; alone. It's more of... compared to being with a group of people and feeling left out, I'd rather be alone. Thing is, I don't talk much in groups - heck, even in groups of &lt;i&gt;three&lt;/i&gt; I can be ridiculously quiet. I'm more talkative in pairs - and online. Or perhaps it's how well I feel I "click" with people. Who knows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For example, when I compare talking to my uni mates with my besties, I talk with my besties better. Even when I'm with &lt;i&gt;bestie-number-one's&lt;/i&gt; group of friends from "The Ohmygod Academy" (name courtesy of one &lt;i&gt;chocobo head&lt;/i&gt;), I'm more talkative compared to when I'm with my uni mates (exception being those with similar interests). I don't know &lt;i&gt;why&lt;/i&gt; this happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;2) Bad temper is baaad.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I... have a rather short fuse. I'm also quick to tears. I don't know why or when things people say will set me off (last week didn't count. I was trying to train my darn characters, and &lt;i&gt;Henry&lt;/i&gt; made &lt;i&gt;Ruz's&lt;/i&gt; character kill mine when all he wanted to do was make it a little harder for me. Of &lt;i&gt;course&lt;/i&gt; I was pissed. &lt;i&gt;Do not piss off the casual gamer &lt;/i&gt;*angryface*). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something tells me I need to learn to overcome this one. ;;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;3) I'm confused.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one deals with emotions more than anything else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I read&lt;i&gt; Carmen's&lt;/i&gt; blog about her previous relationship (in which her sister totally pwns, btw), and &lt;i&gt;Michy &lt;/i&gt;just broke up in hers. They both shared a common theme - the guy was a complete asshole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In &lt;i&gt;Carmen's&lt;/i&gt; case, the guy dumped her for another then came back to her, before doing the same thing &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;. She gave him two chances, and he blew them both. Now, he's bothering mutual friends between them (also apparently hurting himself). Personally, I'm glad &lt;i&gt;Carmen&lt;/i&gt; decided enough was enough and moved on. She deserves better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Michy's, &lt;/i&gt;on the other hand, was a case of immature guys. He apparently doesn't know &lt;i&gt;what she meant to him&lt;/i&gt;. This was also the second time. I mean, seriously? I've had &lt;i&gt;Michy&lt;/i&gt; on YT as a friend for a while - though it's only this year that I really got to &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; her - and while my interaction with her is still quite limited, I could tell she's an awesome person to be with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rai,&lt;/i&gt; you suck. Really. Do you even know how much you've hurt her? My respect for you has gone down &lt;i&gt;a lot&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously, there's my own "dilemma". No, it's not about &lt;i&gt;Andrew&lt;/i&gt; anymore - he just changed his relationship status on FB today, and I'm glad for him. No, it's &lt;i&gt;someone else, &lt;/i&gt;but going into details is far too troublesome. Long story short, he says something but does something else. I don't know what to think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;4) I try to empathize... a lot.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I honestly don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing. When someone tells me their troubles, I seem to immediately try and imagine myself in their situation. I'm not quite sure what to make of this. ;;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;5) Sometimes, I wonder...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...what's worth fighting for, and what's not. What's "right" and what's "wrong". Things like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking at the world now... it's so politically-driven. Everything is for someone's own gain. Everything causes someone to lose out. Everything makes someone happy; another sad; another angry; another indignant; some confused; others neutral. Things don't make sense anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is it power causes people to go corrupt? Why is it the good is always overtaken by the bad in the political scene?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things really don't make sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;6) I seem to play "editor" and "peacemaker" a lot.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The editor part is mostly for assignments - checking grammar, sentence structure and all that. I'm fine with it too... though it gives me a headache sometimes, trying to understand the sentences better. ;;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The peacemaker part came up just yesterday. &lt;i&gt;Xajin&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Junnie&lt;/i&gt;, and I were having lunch, and &lt;i&gt;Xajin&lt;/i&gt;, being the blunt, in-your-face sort of person he is, told &lt;i&gt;Junnie&lt;/i&gt; that she was "an easy target". Thing here is, &lt;i&gt;Junnie&lt;/i&gt; has a rather - how do I put it? - classy, princess-y aura about her. Her definition of "casual" is my definition of "semi-formal". And she's dense, and she coined it herself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;Imagine this please: three cosplayers in the same university, sitting and talking in the nearby &lt;i&gt;mamak, &lt;/i&gt;having this sort of conversation. Over &lt;i&gt;maggie mee goreng&lt;/i&gt;. No joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;...Yeeeeaaaaah&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, &lt;i&gt;Junnie&lt;/i&gt; over-thought &lt;i&gt;Xajin&lt;/i&gt;'s words and sorta... blew up. &lt;i&gt;Xajin &lt;/i&gt;did his best to explain that he meant no harm by pointing it out, but &lt;i&gt;Junnie&lt;/i&gt; was... ignoring him. As a third person in the conversation, I could feel the awkwardness in the air, and I was... kinda... pulling faces by myself (&lt;i&gt;Junnie&lt;/i&gt; was sitting in front of me too; how smart of me).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really, &lt;i&gt;Xajin&lt;/i&gt; and I insult each other &lt;i&gt;for the sake of insulting each other&lt;/i&gt;. He's also a guy who's fiercely protective of his friends. It really isn't that hard to tell; I could hear his concern for &lt;i&gt;Junnie &lt;/i&gt;when he told her these things&lt;i&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;I played peacemaker for a bit, &lt;i&gt;Junnie&lt;/i&gt; apologized. End of long story. *SHOT*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other times I play peacemaker? One word: &lt;i&gt;home&lt;/i&gt;. Nuff said. ;;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;...*COUGH*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea, I can't think of anything else right now. But these few things are the ones circulating in my mind the most right now. Meh. Hopefully I can find closure within myself &lt;s&gt;though some things don't really need closure at all&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332790053591641076-2666208514704387388?l=reina-sugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/feeds/2666208514704387388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6332790053591641076&amp;postID=2666208514704387388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/2666208514704387388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/2666208514704387388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/2011/04/self-reflection.html' title='Self-reflection'/><author><name>reina-sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934228481627743039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332790053591641076.post-8946014727610454168</id><published>2011-04-01T17:20:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T20:13:43.177+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pechaa Kuchaa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>Pechaa Kuchaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;WARNING :: PHOTO-SPAM AHEAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;So, yesterday (31/03/2011) at 7PM, &lt;i&gt;HELP University College&lt;/i&gt; held their very first &lt;i&gt;Pechaa Kuchaa&lt;/i&gt; event. According to the event page, &lt;i&gt;Pechaa Kuchaa&lt;/i&gt; is "a presentation concept whereby presenters will only get 20 slides, 19 seconds for each slide (which makes it a total of 6 minutes 30 seconds) to present on a given topic. All 20 slides will consist of ONLY pictures, with no words allowed".&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;I originally didn't plan on going, but &lt;i&gt;Hann Yaw&lt;/i&gt; was asking so nicely... HE OWES ME ONE. )&amp;lt; *SHOT*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;It was a student vs. student and lecturer vs. lecturer affair. I originally thought it was a student vs. lecturer thing. Looking at the topics, you’d see why.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;The topics given for the lecturers were:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;1. Reasons why students are such a pain in the ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;2. The lies lecturers tell on the work floor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;ß&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt; no one used this topic, btw!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;And the ones for the students were:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1. How you should fire your lecturer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;2. Reasons why lecturers can be such a pain in the ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;3. Why college sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;4. Funny facts about lecturers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;*cough* Moving on.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;I reached &lt;i&gt;HELP Residence &lt;/i&gt;at... 6.30PM, I guess. Bumped into person-who-I-bought-ticket-from in the &lt;i&gt;HELP Cafe&lt;/i&gt; eating dinner. THE LULZ. I stuck with him for a while - bought meself an ice-blended honeydew drink and, when he was done with his dinner, went up with him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;Went to the first floor of the place, and was greeted by two really friendly people at the reception table. =3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hC21vKxInJ8/TZW3E_wIHaI/AAAAAAAAARc/ZFa6ZHsdMyw/s1600/IMG_0065.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hC21vKxInJ8/TZW3E_wIHaI/AAAAAAAAARc/ZFa6ZHsdMyw/s200/IMG_0065.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590575808910990754" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;They wanted another picture, but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vKl7OI7TFS8/TZW3Eb3f_nI/AAAAAAAAARU/W91W9HPYjdU/s1600/IMG_0066.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vKl7OI7TFS8/TZW3Eb3f_nI/AAAAAAAAARU/W91W9HPYjdU/s200/IMG_0066.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590575799278239346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;--Holy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;So, after getting my hand "stamped" ala registration, I went into the event hall (liek duh!). First thing I spotted (besides the pillows on the floor), was the... backdrop...?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9JRwZmFddm4/TZW3EDp_BZI/AAAAAAAAARM/EnwV1Ra1NkQ/s1600/IMG_0067.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9JRwZmFddm4/TZW3EDp_BZI/AAAAAAAAARM/EnwV1Ra1NkQ/s200/IMG_0067.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590575792779101586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"PECHAA KUCHAA"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S0TxxO62xdE/TZW3D6DeafI/AAAAAAAAARE/XF26FIE6mHM/s1600/IMG_0069.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S0TxxO62xdE/TZW3D6DeafI/AAAAAAAAARE/XF26FIE6mHM/s200/IMG_0069.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590575790201661938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;I couldn't help it... them lights be pwetty. *w*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;Since I was... on time (*le-gasp*)... I went ahead and bothered these lovely ladies for a photo &lt;s&gt;and randomly snapped photos around too, trolol&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ayrhaoDh2cE/TZW1otA2T0I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/vFYVUrG73ZY/s1600/IMG_0068.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ayrhaoDh2cE/TZW1otA2T0I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/vFYVUrG73ZY/s200/IMG_0068.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590574223332888386" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The lovely ladies 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dFNgqSHEatk/TZW1oRX7esI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/tUmslAcVCM4/s1600/IMG_0071.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dFNgqSHEatk/TZW1oRX7esI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/tUmslAcVCM4/s200/IMG_0071.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590574215913503426" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;Them judges for the da--I mean night and the contestants. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I will laugh if you can't spot the cosplayer. 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UGNwE9CP1ms/TZW1oFQZT5I/AAAAAAAAAQs/9Pch7yewoM0/s1600/IMG_0074.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UGNwE9CP1ms/TZW1oFQZT5I/AAAAAAAAAQs/9Pch7yewoM0/s200/IMG_0074.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590574212660678546" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Them judges again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;I even took a random snapshot of the people behind me when the crowd was still gathering.&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PEx_ix8MIVw/TZW1npRaVTI/AAAAAAAAAQk/eoXt2IS9NbU/s1600/IMG_0072.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PEx_ix8MIVw/TZW1npRaVTI/AAAAAAAAAQk/eoXt2IS9NbU/s200/IMG_0072.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590574205148747058" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Lookit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--Su1l54Mu_s/TZW1nXqb_II/AAAAAAAAAQc/z_BEl4AkfH8/s1600/IMG_0075.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--Su1l54Mu_s/TZW1nXqb_II/AAAAAAAAAQc/z_BEl4AkfH8/s200/IMG_0075.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590574200421874818" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I can’t forget this darn speaker either. It attempted to make me deaf until I changed spots. @.@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L5QCFZcT-fE/TZW0NN1qU9I/AAAAAAAAAQU/79OsjTC1cwk/s200/IMG_0076.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590572651596370898" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Busy busy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ELcQ6SN43I/TZW0M0MLA2I/AAAAAAAAAQM/txyssJvx4Mk/s200/IMG_0077.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590572644711465826" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Prizes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rm1GDMFoGpU/TZW0MkEcERI/AAAAAAAAAQE/5dRRlFX-uj0/s1600/IMG_0078.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rm1GDMFoGpU/TZW0MkEcERI/AAAAAAAAAQE/5dRRlFX-uj0/s200/IMG_0078.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590572640384061714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good old &lt;i&gt;Magdeline&lt;/i&gt; decided that she wanted to play a game with us poor audience. She asked a question regarding the event, holding a slimming yoga voucher-thingy as our prize (question was answered by a lecturer, btw). The lecturer didn’t want it, she said she had, like… “25 of them specially for” her (her own words, ladies and gents), so…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3cg03uw5vLk/TZW0MYCkYmI/AAAAAAAAAP8/kDQuZz2G8aA/s1600/IMG_0079.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3cg03uw5vLk/TZW0MYCkYmI/AAAAAAAAAP8/kDQuZz2G8aA/s200/IMG_0079.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590572637154992738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She threw it into the audience.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TnrBPCqIXag/TZW0MLiGgFI/AAAAAAAAAP0/XGnYL5mhfzg/s1600/IMG_0080.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TnrBPCqIXag/TZW0MLiGgFI/AAAAAAAAAP0/XGnYL5mhfzg/s200/IMG_0080.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590572633797591122" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This dude was sitting behind me. If only I turned faster to snap his expression…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;Mr. Kannan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;, the lecturer for the class that organized this (it’s MCH121 [PR], btw), then came up to give an opening speech.&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxKfk7O1YQ/TZWzSyYejqI/AAAAAAAAAPs/P1G7ZQ9u6hw/s1600/IMG_0081.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0cxKfk7O1YQ/TZWzSyYejqI/AAAAAAAAAPs/P1G7ZQ9u6hw/s200/IMG_0081.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590571647793794722" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;He started in this secluded corner where no one else can see him…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9WCrAZJQz6c/TZWzSofh6xI/AAAAAAAAAPk/MuSUS5UQ83c/s1600/IMG_0083.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9WCrAZJQz6c/TZWzSofh6xI/AAAAAAAAAPk/MuSUS5UQ83c/s200/IMG_0083.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590571645139020562" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;…so he was pushed next to the projector screen with the podium that he wanted. &amp;gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;Following that, a dance performance came up by &lt;i&gt;Faz &amp;amp; Usher &lt;/i&gt;(at least... I think that was the name). It was pretty cool, the fluidity and sharpness of their movements. I cried happy, manry tears inside, seeing an awesome dance like that.&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-46D-WoiAP-A/TZWzSPQZehI/AAAAAAAAAPc/5OicukFjCLg/s1600/IMG_0085.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-46D-WoiAP-A/TZWzSPQZehI/AAAAAAAAAPc/5OicukFjCLg/s200/IMG_0085.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590571638364666386" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Doing their routine~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;And then… the first contestant was up! I heard someone yelling “HOUSE, MAN!”. I didn’t realize what that guy meant until I saw this contestant walk up (methinks he took it in stride – or was used to it. Imma betting on the latter).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--lCSGymd0oU/TZWzR8BrB-I/AAAAAAAAAPU/EOaOpQqnmGk/s1600/IMG_0086.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--lCSGymd0oU/TZWzR8BrB-I/AAAAAAAAAPU/EOaOpQqnmGk/s200/IMG_0086.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590571633202628578" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Eugene from the IT department.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;His speech was… quite logical. As in, &lt;i&gt;logical&lt;/i&gt; logical. Sorry to say that I was bored throughout this guy’s one. ;;;; It was the same deal with the next guy, I’m sad to say. He tried to be funny, but he tried too hard, IMO. It felt… awkward. ;;;;;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B5QLPrKELSc/TZWzRkvLh5I/AAAAAAAAAPM/yYNNX9lH3Lw/s1600/IMG_0087.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B5QLPrKELSc/TZWzRkvLh5I/AAAAAAAAAPM/yYNNX9lH3Lw/s200/IMG_0087.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590571626951051154" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Kenneth Cheong from the Business department.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;Following that was&lt;i&gt; Magdeline’s&lt;/i&gt; self-proclaimed missing sister. One of the &lt;i&gt;BComm&lt;/i&gt;’s new lecturers was up! She was then followed by the later-announced-as-student-winner. After him, someone-who-I-cannot-remember-the-department-of-but-had-awesome-boots-that-I-liked came up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DrV0zfh2ZT0/TZWyd6OcHDI/AAAAAAAAAPE/arUxkiFB5gE/s1600/IMG_0088.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DrV0zfh2ZT0/TZWyd6OcHDI/AAAAAAAAAPE/arUxkiFB5gE/s200/IMG_0088.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590570739366108210" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Miss Melissa – the photos she used of herself were adorable. &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VGNiElylhrs/TZWycxFKf2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/YGdh3Cr3VKk/s200/IMG_0095.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590570719731416930" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Junior from BComm. He cried when he was announced the winner. D’aaaaaaaaaaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQRLu7s0b9Q/TZWydm8XiyI/AAAAAAAAAO8/JF1UD-Ptlqo/s1600/IMG_0089.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQRLu7s0b9Q/TZWydm8XiyI/AAAAAAAAAO8/JF1UD-Ptlqo/s1600/IMG_0089.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQRLu7s0b9Q/TZWydm8XiyI/AAAAAAAAAO8/JF1UD-Ptlqo/s200/IMG_0089.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590570734190037794" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Eunice Wong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;We had a break after her, so a trip to the ladies and some warming up of hands after, I went back in.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;The performers from the HELP music club. I can’t remember their names, so have piccus of them instead. *shot for fail memory*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EHQKcDo6qa8/TZWycZ3LP_I/AAAAAAAAAOk/Dyr2zk8MwNc/s1600/IMG_0096.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EHQKcDo6qa8/TZWycZ3LP_I/AAAAAAAAAOk/Dyr2zk8MwNc/s200/IMG_0096.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590570713498730482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ESbjJ4Mh3yA/TZWxJ2AB8lI/AAAAAAAAAOc/FP3EtGIOwbE/s1600/IMG_0097.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ESbjJ4Mh3yA/TZWxJ2AB8lI/AAAAAAAAAOc/FP3EtGIOwbE/s200/IMG_0097.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590569295122920018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JycAgC71DYA/TZWxJvNlR_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/O2L72fH_EIc/s1600/IMG_0098.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JycAgC71DYA/TZWxJvNlR_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/O2L72fH_EIc/s200/IMG_0098.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590569293300713458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;After the owhsome performances, we continued on with…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8dvcBrj3IOM/TZWxJcIfB7I/AAAAAAAAAOM/I9g-4ND6CF8/s1600/IMG_0099.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8dvcBrj3IOM/TZWxJcIfB7I/AAAAAAAAAOM/I9g-4ND6CF8/s200/IMG_0099.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590569288179058610" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Annemarie from the Psychology department&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;She made me feel like she was up there bitching instead of giving a speech. She managed to make us laugh, though, so it’s good. =3b Another &lt;i&gt;BComm&lt;/i&gt; student took the “flat-stage” (&lt;i&gt;Magdeline&lt;/i&gt;’s words, yo) after.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ziCnndGkHc/TZWxJOP2-3I/AAAAAAAAAOE/fE56tZiyh9I/s1600/IMG_0101.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ziCnndGkHc/TZWxJOP2-3I/AAAAAAAAAOE/fE56tZiyh9I/s200/IMG_0101.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590569284451892082" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Grace Wong, the passionate-about-studies-one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;Then, surprise of all surprises! A lecturer took us students’ side. &lt;i&gt;Miss Rachel Chan&lt;/i&gt; from &lt;i&gt;UEL&lt;/i&gt; came up next, and her most memorable line…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AS50FCQgH7s/TZWxIrATE-I/AAAAAAAAAN8/Rz-NC9bL0Qk/s1600/IMG_0108.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AS50FCQgH7s/TZWxIrATE-I/AAAAAAAAAN8/Rz-NC9bL0Qk/s200/IMG_0108.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590569274991383522" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;“…he was molested…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;i&gt;LOLWHUT.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;She quickly amended by saying that she wanted to say “he was accused of molesting”, but the damage was already done, aye? XD&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;Two students from the &lt;i&gt;Psychology department&lt;/i&gt; took the floor after. They were…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vd0KZvJHtBg/TZWwD_AdKjI/AAAAAAAAAN0/kdzZm6YHVy0/s1600/IMG_0110.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vd0KZvJHtBg/TZWwD_AdKjI/AAAAAAAAAN0/kdzZm6YHVy0/s200/IMG_0110.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590568094949780018" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Kenneth Tan, and…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j8z3qTeT2kU/TZWwDVBJLqI/AAAAAAAAANs/XT3_cBMLYbY/s1600/IMG_0112.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j8z3qTeT2kU/TZWwDVBJLqI/AAAAAAAAANs/XT3_cBMLYbY/s200/IMG_0112.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590568083678375586" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ku Zhen Wei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;Following them was another &lt;i&gt;BComm&lt;/i&gt; lecturer. I managed to get an epic pose shot for him. 8DDDD&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Sy-34uGxKI/TZWwDIdglCI/AAAAAAAAANk/S2ey9KzqwKk/s1600/IMG_0115.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Sy-34uGxKI/TZWwDIdglCI/AAAAAAAAANk/S2ey9KzqwKk/s200/IMG_0115.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590568080307688482" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mr. Azmir. His examples and comments… xDDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;After that was a short break with another dance performance by F4C. Was quite break-dance-y. It was awesome (I seem to say that a lot, huh? Too bad, coz tis’ true!).&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;i style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;THEY WERE MOVING TOO MUCH FOR ME TO GET AN AWESOME SHOT AHOISFHSDFSEHF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y5rJ0_V7MgU/TZWwC6SbJUI/AAAAAAAAANc/hmpUePeGx20/s1600/IMG_0116.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y5rJ0_V7MgU/TZWwC6SbJUI/AAAAAAAAANc/hmpUePeGx20/s200/IMG_0116.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590568076503098690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;We were nearing the end at this point. There were only two more people from both sides left. They went in this order…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aXMPNubzZ_0/TZWwCio1OFI/AAAAAAAAANU/OrMhbQ7MD5E/s1600/IMG_0118.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aXMPNubzZ_0/TZWwCio1OFI/AAAAAAAAANU/OrMhbQ7MD5E/s200/IMG_0118.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590568070154631250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tan Pei Jian (aka Xajin from CF) from BComm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Uw1idfhSE4/TZWu_b2BM4I/AAAAAAAAANM/WoK2L98BeNs/s1600/IMG_0120.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Uw1idfhSE4/TZWu_b2BM4I/AAAAAAAAANM/WoK2L98BeNs/s200/IMG_0120.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590566917279658882" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dr. Anasuya from the Psychology dept. – she was easily the funniest one xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MO0WRnOsROI/TZWu_Lgls5I/AAAAAAAAANE/71SZ0YQUoAc/s1600/IMG_0121.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MO0WRnOsROI/TZWu_Lgls5I/AAAAAAAAANE/71SZ0YQUoAc/s200/IMG_0121.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590566912894808978" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Prateek from BComm (he gave really interesting ways to fire your lecturer *wiggles eyebrows*), and…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1aFfBZe1fP4/TZWu-8IjBYI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Vj6b2KUP710/s1600/IMG_0126.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1aFfBZe1fP4/TZWu-8IjBYI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Vj6b2KUP710/s200/IMG_0126.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590566908767438210" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mr. C.K from BComm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;Loads of laughter were about at this point, but &lt;i&gt;someone&lt;/i&gt; just had to add more laughs into the scene. Meet the magician-who-is-actually-more-of-a-comedian…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ozSKlcCkwxQ/TZWu-rHt8BI/AAAAAAAAAM0/kiKSdTK7Gog/s1600/IMG_0127.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ozSKlcCkwxQ/TZWu-rHt8BI/AAAAAAAAAM0/kiKSdTK7Gog/s200/IMG_0127.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590566904200556562" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;Lastly came the prize giving~&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;For I r lazy betch. :’D All them prize giving photos are &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=298350&amp;amp;id=538209661&amp;amp;l=b62b72dbb0"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Other photos that are not here are in there, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;Then there was group photos of owhsome. Seriously. An event is not complete without group photos. )&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YIJfsVI6Oio/TZWu-EEYsEI/AAAAAAAAAMs/u-54e-cYxso/s1600/IMG_0160.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YIJfsVI6Oio/TZWu-EEYsEI/AAAAAAAAAMs/u-54e-cYxso/s200/IMG_0160.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590566893717598274" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The participants.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ztoaOXPVnAo/TZWtIWEhEWI/AAAAAAAAAMk/c3f6ViLLCAA/s1600/IMG_0166.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ztoaOXPVnAo/TZWtIWEhEWI/AAAAAAAAAMk/c3f6ViLLCAA/s200/IMG_0166.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590564871325421922" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The organizing team.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;Ah! I forgot! There was a goody bag!&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jcJtlao5epk/TZWtHw7UVXI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GutLpuGSUzo/s200/IMG_0168.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590564861354726770" /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;See? Imma not lying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;Mag found it funny that this was in the goody bag. She demanded a photo. 8d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gAt9e01_J1w/TZWtIGlLqUI/AAAAAAAAAMc/MRB_0RUgh58/s1600/IMG_0167.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gAt9e01_J1w/TZWtIGlLqUI/AAAAAAAAAMc/MRB_0RUgh58/s1600/IMG_0167.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gAt9e01_J1w/TZWtIGlLqUI/AAAAAAAAAMc/MRB_0RUgh58/s200/IMG_0167.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590564867167463746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;Just before I left, I remembered &lt;i&gt;Ross&lt;/i&gt;’s hair was a huge, poofy afro. So I demanded a photo… AND HE GAVE ME ONE. *woots about*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8bEwfyy2Iz8/TZWtHNNlJAI/AAAAAAAAAME/aKg6rCXp5YA/s200/IMG_0172.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590564851767649282" /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;FIREEEEEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;All in all, it was an awesome night. I really enjoyed myself. =3 Lets’ hope this won’t be the last &lt;i&gt;Pechaa Kuchaa&lt;/i&gt; – it’s too much fun to pass up. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7V2oin2nmAw/TZWtHk5Ua3I/AAAAAAAAAMM/Fg444-oA1ZI/s1600/IMG_0170.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7V2oin2nmAw/TZWtHk5Ua3I/AAAAAAAAAMM/Fg444-oA1ZI/s1600/IMG_0170.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7V2oin2nmAw/TZWtHk5Ua3I/AAAAAAAAAMM/Fg444-oA1ZI/s200/IMG_0170.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590564858125118322" /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6332790053591641076-8946014727610454168?l=reina-sugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/feeds/8946014727610454168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6332790053591641076&amp;postID=8946014727610454168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/8946014727610454168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/8946014727610454168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/2011/04/pechaa-kuchaa.html' title='Pechaa Kuchaa'/><author><name>reina-sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934228481627743039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hC21vKxInJ8/TZW3E_wIHaI/AAAAAAAAARc/ZFa6ZHsdMyw/s72-c/IMG_0065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332790053591641076.post-5896819808635566451</id><published>2011-03-29T17:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T17:33:38.104+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>I miss. I hate. Life goes on, though.</title><content type='html'>I miss him.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss the way he'd laugh at my enthusiasm for my story; the way he seems to know what's on my mind; the way he does so many things for me that I feel that I'm taking him for granted sometimes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the same time... I hate him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate him for the pain he put me through indirectly or directly, intentionally or unintentionally - it doesn't matter anymore; for not being my friend before being something more; for making me feel like I don't have anyone to talk to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These feelings are jumbled up, a big mess. Sometimes I wonder why I'm holding onto that small glimmer of hope that we'd still be friends after this. That small hope squeezes and chokes and &lt;i&gt;hurts&lt;/i&gt; me... but I won't let the pain win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are times I hate being optimistic. Aha~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I miss things. I hate things too. Life goes on though. And I'll let it flow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come what may - I'm not afraid. I'm going to stand strong and be proud of myself; for what I can do, for what I'm learning to do, and for what I can be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; "&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;自由で何が悪いと言うの 好きなようにしていいじゃない  すべてあなたの思い通りに なるなんて思わないでよ&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;--- from "Fantasy ga Hajimaru", Morning Musume; 11th album &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&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/6332790053591641076-5896819808635566451?l=reina-sugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/feeds/5896819808635566451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6332790053591641076&amp;postID=5896819808635566451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/5896819808635566451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/5896819808635566451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-miss-i-hate-life-goes-on-though.html' title='I miss. I hate. Life goes on, though.'/><author><name>reina-sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934228481627743039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332790053591641076.post-9166005255072573037</id><published>2011-03-06T18:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T19:33:05.913+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VocaFiesta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vow'/><title type='text'>A leader's vow</title><content type='html'>This is for my Vocaloid chorus group, &lt;i&gt;VocaFiesta&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To you, who joined me voluntarily in this all-Malaysian chorus group from &lt;i&gt;Comic Fiesta's &lt;/i&gt;forum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To you, who knew absolutely &lt;i&gt;nothing&lt;/i&gt; about what you're getting into, how I am, what my skills are like, etc (though, really, it was quite mutual). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To you, who were with the group through what we have gone through so far - from Skype chats and calls, to personal PMs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I, as your leader, vow:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) To never reject your song suggestions, unless we truly and honestly &lt;i&gt;cannot&lt;/i&gt; do it (You can reserve right to revisit these suggestions at a later date, though).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) To never cancel and/or postpone any projects we are working on, unless I have a good, solid, &lt;i&gt;valid&lt;/i&gt; reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) To never arrange or agree to a group meetup if I &lt;i&gt;know &lt;/i&gt;there is a high possibility I cannot make it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) To never threaten any of you in any way (unless it's jokingly. And we all know by now we do this. &lt;i&gt;A lot&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) To listen to your requests and/or problems with anything or any member of the group, and deal with it reasonably.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) To be reasonable with your requests for deadline extension, and whatever else that comes up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) To never put you down (again, unless it's jokingly. We all do this. &lt;i&gt;A lot). &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) To do my best and become a leader you can all count on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) To listen when you bring up personal problems, and do my best in advising, encouraging, and/or just plain listening (I may not have a lot of life experiences, but I'll do my best).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) To be your friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course, (probably) most importantly... &lt;i&gt;to never let this group die&lt;/i&gt;. Not if I can help it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332790053591641076-9166005255072573037?l=reina-sugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/feeds/9166005255072573037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6332790053591641076&amp;postID=9166005255072573037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/9166005255072573037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/9166005255072573037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/2011/03/leaders-vow.html' title='A leader&apos;s vow'/><author><name>reina-sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934228481627743039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332790053591641076.post-8989289119090310792</id><published>2011-02-28T21:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T21:47:46.594+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cover'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>AWESOMEST PIECE OF SHIT</title><content type='html'>I don't normally update much, but GOSH. This is prolly the awesomest piece of shit I could ever create with &lt;a href="http://miura-mika.livejournal.com/"&gt;Mika&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EVER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did a cover of &lt;i&gt;FictionJunction&lt;/i&gt;'s &lt;i&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Parallel Hearts&lt;/b&gt;", the best opening song every to grace anime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And also because it's &lt;i&gt;FictionJunction&lt;/i&gt;, it's hard to sing. All the harmonies. @.@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tho for now... we're satisfied with what we have. =3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's me on melody, and &lt;i&gt;Mika&lt;/i&gt; on harmonies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The (somewhat complete) cover -&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.box.net/shared/rqz58gj6nx"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The a capella (which sounds oh-so owhsum too) -&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.box.net/shared/9y53tehr04"&gt;HERE&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/6332790053591641076-8989289119090310792?l=reina-sugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/feeds/8989289119090310792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6332790053591641076&amp;postID=8989289119090310792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/8989289119090310792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/8989289119090310792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/2011/02/awesomest-piece-of-shit.html' title='AWESOMEST PIECE OF SHIT'/><author><name>reina-sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934228481627743039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332790053591641076.post-5669017039180289068</id><published>2011-02-22T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T21:43:56.451+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><title type='text'>So I joined Nuffnang</title><content type='html'>Uh. Yea.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With much thanks to one &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://jayrenthezompire.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jayren&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and one &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://dustyhawk.net/"&gt;Dustyhawk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, I find myself joining the &lt;b&gt;Nuffnang&lt;/b&gt; community.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH lookit! Simple, new blogskin! *flees*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332790053591641076-5669017039180289068?l=reina-sugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/feeds/5669017039180289068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6332790053591641076&amp;postID=5669017039180289068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/5669017039180289068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/5669017039180289068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-i-joined-nuffnang.html' title='So I joined Nuffnang'/><author><name>reina-sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934228481627743039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332790053591641076.post-8427091032672043117</id><published>2011-01-29T16:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T16:35:35.379+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>An update on my life</title><content type='html'>So first things first. I broke up with Andrew. And I'm quite pissed at him, alongside the frustration, disappointment, and upset. Why?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been telling people "he broke two very important promises to me". It's a bit more than that. See, how would &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; feel if the very person who told you "it's not your fault" for the better part of a year (or more) after an event made you mentally traumatized turn around and &lt;i&gt;blame&lt;/i&gt; you for it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took me &lt;i&gt;days&lt;/i&gt; to remotely calm down from that. &lt;i&gt;DAYS&lt;/i&gt;. And even then, I still felt like crying when I think about it. Honestly, I still do, but I'm able to control that impulse now. It was - and still is - very, &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; painful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, really. Explaining fault for fault is fine with me, but dragging up something that is a goddamned low blow &lt;i&gt;AND&lt;/i&gt; emotionally + mentally taxing for me? You have &lt;i&gt;no idea&lt;/i&gt; how long it took me to get my mental walls around it again - I'm still getting it up right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And while I started talking to him again after I calmed down enough, it does not mean &lt;i&gt;you can use the "opportunity" to get my forgiveness&lt;/i&gt;. I &lt;i&gt;told&lt;/i&gt; you that I will forgive you when I'm ready. You said that it was okay. &lt;i&gt;So why the heck are you asking me for forgiveness every five minutes when we talk&lt;/i&gt;? It pisses me off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...Gosh damn it, that was one. effing. low. blow. Seriously. I'd have thought you, of all people, &lt;i&gt;knew&lt;/i&gt; it. And the "said it in anger" argument?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;i&gt;trusted &lt;/i&gt;you to not bring it up. And you &lt;i&gt;broke&lt;/i&gt; that trust. &lt;i&gt;Shattered&lt;/i&gt; it so badly that I'm &lt;i&gt;afraid&lt;/i&gt; of promises now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, wait. It's probably more accurate to say I'm afraid of &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;. How am I to know you won't bring this up against me again? You can swear and promise all you like, but I &lt;i&gt;cannot &lt;/i&gt;bring myself to &lt;i&gt;believe&lt;/i&gt; it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The two promises he broke? He made those himself. One was to &lt;i&gt;never, ever&lt;/i&gt; act like a damned idiot I wish to &lt;i&gt;never &lt;/i&gt;see again (who controlled me and made me feel like an object). The other was that he would never make me cry on his account. Yup. Completely and utterly broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That one year and nine months meant &lt;i&gt;the world&lt;/i&gt; to me. I had honestly thought I could be with him forever and not regret it. When he started being overly possessive, I still trusted him to be able to realize it on his own. And all it took for that trust to shatter as completely as it just did were &lt;i&gt;the exact words he said that night&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the things we went through, again, meant &lt;i&gt;the world&lt;/i&gt; to me. But I cannot - would not - be together with a person whom I cannot trust completely... even if I love him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*frustrated sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow night, Imma heading to my &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://manipulatetheflames.blogspot.com%3Efried%20rice%20of%20a%20best%20friend/" i=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt; house. Finally, after &lt;i&gt;YEARS&lt;/i&gt; of knowing he did fire-dancing, I can &lt;i&gt;see the practice in motion&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;s&gt;AISHOFHOIHSOUADUIDHSOZIXNHOSGB what kind of best friend am I orz&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I get to play with his DSLR too. 8D THE AWESOMENESS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332790053591641076-8427091032672043117?l=reina-sugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/feeds/8427091032672043117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6332790053591641076&amp;postID=8427091032672043117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/8427091032672043117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/8427091032672043117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/2011/01/update-on-my-life.html' title='An update on my life'/><author><name>reina-sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934228481627743039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332790053591641076.post-1364181104625416969</id><published>2010-12-10T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T19:36:21.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I might have to give my dog away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imma go cry now kthx.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332790053591641076-1364181104625416969?l=reina-sugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/feeds/1364181104625416969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6332790053591641076&amp;postID=1364181104625416969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/1364181104625416969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/1364181104625416969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>reina-sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934228481627743039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332790053591641076.post-3747643198253116590</id><published>2010-11-30T20:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T21:54:05.619+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;!!WARNING: RANT AHEAD!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay, Imma peeved. Here's the situation I found myself in:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week, I asked a friend - lets' call her L - to lend me her Microeconomics notes so I could cross-check with my own. So I got them notes from her on Monday. The conversation we had went something like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Okay thanks. Could I give it back to you on...say... Wednesday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L: *wide-eyed* What, Wednesday?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: *joined in the wide-eyed-ness* Because I don't think I can cross-check that fast. *thinks* Okay, how about Tuesday?&lt;br /&gt;L: *still wide-eyed* Eh, don't la. Micro has a lot of chapters to study for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Okay, okay. I'll get it back to you ASAP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By that point, the gears in my brain were already turning rapidly. &lt;i&gt;How the heck was I supposed to cross-check god knows how many chapters in less than 4 hours?&lt;/i&gt; I pondered this throughout our first period and as I was walking for classroom switch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I passed by the photocopying shop. And the thought of: 'how about I photocopy it and explain the situation to her later? I'm sure she'll understand' crossed my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me being that impulsive person I am, I walked into the shop and told the lady who handles the photocopier to photocopy the notes for me. In an act of stupidity, I completely forgotten about the existence of something called the &lt;i&gt;hand phone&lt;/i&gt; that I could use to inform and ask for permission.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also glanced around out of boredom at this point, and even if she passed by the shop, I wouldn't have realized it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later, a stack of papers heavier and RM2 poorer, I continued my walk to the next classroom. I was already prepared to apologize and explain my actions when she stormed into the classroom, towards me, and basically ask-demanded: "You photocopied my notes, didn't you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, lets face it, when hearing someone talk in &lt;i&gt;that tone of voice&lt;/i&gt;, it makes you think "okaaaay... explaining my actions now would just make her even &lt;i&gt;more&lt;/i&gt; pissed off. &lt;i&gt;What to dooooo&lt;/i&gt;?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I nodded and apologized in this meek voice, handing her notes back to her. She went on asking if I knew it was rude and unfair of me to do so, said that, and I quote, "broke her trust", then stormed off to another corner of the classroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was fine and dandy and all, so I sat down and thought to myself, "I hope she cools down enough so we can sit down, talk about it, set terms if need be, and push the matter aside". Guess what? &lt;i&gt;I was wrong&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, she did her utmost best in avoiding and ignoring me. So I did the same. As the saying goes, "do unto others what you want done unto you", or something like that. It's not that I don't want to talk to her and get this matter settled, but &lt;i&gt;how can I&lt;/i&gt; when she's still quite obviously fuming and going all &lt;i&gt;RAGE!&lt;/i&gt; at me? She's also using our mutual friends as middle persons to get messages and things to me, as well. Is that fair for them? I think not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now, I am quite peeved, annoyed, and perhaps that bit upset. Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I'm guilty - I'm not denying it. But hey, when someone copies her quiz answers, she found it in herself to sit down and talk to this person who did it, and swept the matter under the rug. All within the span of two days. And it's already day 2 with our issue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to the topic. The reason why I did what I did was because - she said it herself - there's a &lt;i&gt;heck load&lt;/i&gt; of chapters to study for Microeconomics. And my note-making style is &lt;i&gt;completely&lt;/i&gt; different from hers. If I just did a half-assed cursory glance-through between both sets of notes in &lt;i&gt;less than 4 hours&lt;/i&gt;, how was I supposed to know I got my facts right? She wanted her notes back on that same day too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What else was I supposed to do? Use my phone and take pictures of her notes? Uh-huh, right, and make sense of &lt;i&gt;itty bitty writing&lt;/i&gt; that still won't zoom up big enough for me to make sense of on the computer without getting all pixelated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like I said, I was prepared to explain my actions and apologize. Like I said again, she stormed up and &lt;i&gt;RAGE!&lt;/i&gt;-d at me before I could even get a word out, and is still doing so today. How was I supposed to sit down and talk with her again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't get me wrong, I actually find her 'stickler for rules, goody-goody two shoes, rigid' personality to be quite cute - and funny when craziness takes over her. But I was going to fess up, explain, and apologize when I saw her, and didn't get the chance to. Again, who in their right mind &lt;i&gt;wants&lt;/i&gt; to explain their actions to someone who probably doesn't want to even &lt;i&gt;hear&lt;/i&gt; them in the first place?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I know it was rude - that's why I was going to apologize in the first place. Me forgetting the existence of the handy-dandy hand phone would come off as an excuse; really, who wants to hear &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;? But... unfair? It's not as if I'm &lt;i&gt;completely&lt;/i&gt; using her notes; I have my own notes too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was because she wanted it back &lt;i&gt;so fast&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;so soon&lt;/i&gt; when I normally take my time cross-checking that I believed I had &lt;i&gt;no other option&lt;/i&gt; but to do what I did. That, and asking her to keep bringing her notes for me to check daily will be tiring - I'd have to check where I stopped, I'll backtrack to make sure I got my facts right... things like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... unfair? I'll leave that up to your personal opinions and experiences to judge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In any case, if someone borrowed my notes, then came back and told me: "Hey, sorry I didn't tell you, but I photocopied your notes since you wanted it back ASAP and I wasn't sure if I could finish it on time. I'm sorry", I would have chuckled, smiled or laughed and told them it wasn't a problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not like they stole my answers for anything. If that person was a dead-weight in group projects, &lt;i&gt;then&lt;/i&gt; I'll be pissed and &lt;i&gt;RAGE!&lt;/i&gt; at said person. But I'm pulling my own weight in group projects too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've already decided that when we actually sit down and talk, she can decide to never lend me her notes again, and I'd be fine with that. All I ask is that she'll push this matter under the rug and explain concepts in subjects that I don't understand. Is that too much to ask for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes. She's older than me. (What does age have anything to do with this?) She has the 'stickler for rules, goody-goody two shoes, rigid' attitude/personality. I find this to be quite cute and makes L... well... L.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But to &lt;i&gt;RAGE!&lt;/i&gt; at me for &lt;i&gt;so long&lt;/i&gt;, and not going to hear me out anytime soon? Wow. How mature is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get that everyone has their own personality quirk, strengths and weaknesses. I also get that everyone does things differently, no matter how similar it is to your own style. L needs to understand this too, methinks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, it scares me to think that she'll continue on like this in the working world - a world were backstabbing and talking behind one's back is normal. Should she &lt;i&gt;RAGE! &lt;/i&gt;like this at someone who took credit for her work, it would be understandable. But if she &lt;i&gt;RAGE!&lt;/i&gt;-d at a colleague who merely wanted to photocopy notes from meetings or something equivalent to that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just... wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(P/S: I wonder what her reaction was when I was the first to reply that group SMS she sent earlier. I have a feeling she had no choice on that. Imma feeling oddly amused at this fact.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332790053591641076-3747643198253116590?l=reina-sugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/feeds/3747643198253116590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6332790053591641076&amp;postID=3747643198253116590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/3747643198253116590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/3747643198253116590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/2010/11/warning-rant-ahead-okay-imma-peeved.html' title=''/><author><name>reina-sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934228481627743039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332790053591641076.post-5270298914886861704</id><published>2010-09-28T21:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T21:47:05.139+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>Doom and Gloom</title><content type='html'>Today is just full of sad news, isn't it?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For one...  &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://screamlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lynnie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; lost her pet dog today. Her Chihuahua was knocked down by a motorcycle, and the poor thing died. The manner was rather reminiscent of the way my cousin's 7-8 year old Chow Chow died - only it was a car that knocked him down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Judging by her status updates on FaceBook, &lt;i&gt;Lynnie&lt;/i&gt;'s still pretty devastated. I can't blame her - I'll probably be worse off if my little rascal had to go that way... or any way at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second... this morning, I was wondering why nearly all my schoolmates on FaceBook kept posting "R.I.P" in their status updates. When &lt;i&gt;Mr. Shamsul&lt;/i&gt; updated his, I finally found out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know them personally, but two of my juniors from school have moved on. One was caught in an accident and passed on and the other... never woke up after falling asleep, with no symptoms or signs whatsoever beforehand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know how this can be conveyed to &lt;i&gt;Lynnie&lt;/i&gt;, who lost her pet, but should anyone stumble upon my blog when they just lost someone, remember one thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much like I told &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/"&gt;Okie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; when she asked what &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; felt about it: "It is sad and unfortunate that they had to go (this young), but we must live on. Otherwise, their memory will die - and when that dies, that is when they are truly gone forever".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm going to have to admit that I was a little inspired by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fatal Frame 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;'s ending line, but it's very, very true.&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/6332790053591641076-5270298914886861704?l=reina-sugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/feeds/5270298914886861704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6332790053591641076&amp;postID=5270298914886861704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/5270298914886861704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/5270298914886861704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/2010/09/doom-and-gloom.html' title='Doom and Gloom'/><author><name>reina-sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934228481627743039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332790053591641076.post-2679577695539121625</id><published>2010-09-02T14:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T14:19:30.665+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>Life update</title><content type='html'>After letting this sit for like... months, and I decide to update it. LUL&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off the top of my head, the first thing that comes to mind is that my third semester at HELP has started. I know half of my lecturers for my subjects (seeing as I had them before), so I wouldn't have too much trouble asking questions and stuff. I nearly didn't wake up on time for class, but lucky me: today's class was at 10AM. I woke up at 7.11AM, when I should've been up by 6.30AM. I reached campus at 7.45AM. LOLOLOLOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow I'll be meeting up with &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://krixstal.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ming Han&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; for lunch and Imma &lt;s&gt;steal&lt;/s&gt; borrow his &lt;i&gt;Persona 4&lt;/i&gt; game (speaking of which, I didn't finish playing &lt;i&gt;Persona 3: FES &lt;/i&gt;yet...). On that note, I need to get my PS2 back from my cousins. *hiss*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've finished playing &lt;i&gt;Kingdom Hearts: Birth By Sleep&lt;/i&gt; quite a while ago, but Imma replaying it in hopes of filling up the journal completely. It's hard, but I WILL DO EEET! *shot* Speaking of that, the English voice-actors for the American release of this game &lt;i&gt;suuuuuck&lt;/i&gt;. The only ones that were okay/bearable were them &lt;i&gt;Disney&lt;/i&gt; characters, &lt;i&gt;Ventus&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Vanitas&lt;/i&gt;. ORZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Random fact: I absolutely &lt;i&gt;loooooooove&lt;/i&gt; Aqua, but her English VA made me cry. It was just &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; bad.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Several weeks ago, I meet up with &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://manipulatetheflames.blogspot.com/"&gt;my fried rice of a best friend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and we meet up with &lt;i&gt;Howe&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Henry&lt;/i&gt; at McD. Where &lt;i&gt;Henry&lt;/i&gt; failed to throw a french fry at me. And then we went to a nearby CC and played &lt;i&gt;Unreal Tournament&lt;/i&gt;, in which my favourite line was "WEAPONZ! WHERE ARE ME WEAPONZ?!" (&lt;i&gt;Ruz&lt;/i&gt; kept laughing when I said that).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometime last month, my family and I went down to &lt;i&gt;Ipoh&lt;/i&gt; to watch my sister in her &lt;i&gt;Special Olympics Bocce competition&lt;/i&gt;, in which she won a gold in the individual category, and fourth in the doubles/team event. I'm still of the opinion that &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; event is best played in an indoor stadium. Grass be evil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I have an odd obsession with &lt;i&gt;Persona&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Fatal Frame&lt;/i&gt; lately. Well... not so much &lt;i&gt;Fatal Frame&lt;/i&gt; now. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332790053591641076-2679577695539121625?l=reina-sugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/feeds/2679577695539121625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6332790053591641076&amp;postID=2679577695539121625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/2679577695539121625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/2679577695539121625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/2010/09/life-update.html' title='Life update'/><author><name>reina-sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934228481627743039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332790053591641076.post-4192931926011179033</id><published>2010-05-29T22:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T22:52:59.319+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kingdom Hearts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game'/><title type='text'>Kingdom Hearts: Birth By Sleep</title><content type='html'>So, I've downloaded &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kingdom Hearts: Birth By Sleep&lt;/span&gt; recently. Having completed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Terra's&lt;/span&gt; storyline and halfway down &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ventus's&lt;/span&gt;, I came to some rather... confusing... realizations. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note that this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WILL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; contain spoilers. &lt;s&gt;See, I'm so nice as to warn you before hand in bold, italics, and caps!&lt;/s&gt; For terms you don't understand, PLEASE go to &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://kingdomhearts.wikia.com/"&gt;the Kingdom Hearts wiki&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, because Imma a lazy ass who just wants to get to the point of my blog post. LAWL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And without further ado... here we...I... go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) When the game starts (if you don't skip the scenes, that is...), you'll find that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ventus&lt;/span&gt; is in his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Awakening&lt;/span&gt; station that is soon revealed to be broken off. A &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;voice&lt;/span&gt; (read: words on screen that apparently &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ventus&lt;/span&gt; could hear but not us) is then talking to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ventus&lt;/span&gt; and offers to help the other by joining their hearts until &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ventus&lt;/span&gt; no longer needs the help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand by the opinion that this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;voice&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;child Sora&lt;/span&gt;, and I believe I'm right. More on that in a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) At the end of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ventus's&lt;/span&gt; storyline (after fighting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vanitas&lt;/span&gt; [who looks like an emo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sora&lt;/span&gt;, really] in a seriously epic battle), there is a scene in which he is falling in the trademark-Kingdom Hearts fall sequence, and he sees a light. On that light, he says something along the lines of remembering 'this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;warmth' and about how 'nostalgic' it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Also at the end of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ventus's&lt;/span&gt; storyline, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;child Sora&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;child Riku&lt;/span&gt; are seen on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Destiny Islands&lt;/span&gt;, where suddenly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;child Riku&lt;/span&gt; notices that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;child Sora&lt;/span&gt; is upset. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Child Sora&lt;/span&gt; tells &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;child Riku&lt;/span&gt; that he feels 'very sad' suddenly "in his heart", and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;child Riku&lt;/span&gt; suggests that "someone in another world is sad". &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Child Riku&lt;/span&gt; also tells &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;child Sora&lt;/span&gt; to try and talk to this someone, which &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;child Sora &lt;/span&gt;does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) In &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;child Sora's Awakening&lt;/span&gt; station, he sees a small shimmering ball of light - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ventus's&lt;/span&gt; lost heart, and they talk. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ventus&lt;/span&gt; expresses his reluctance to "go back to sleep", and asks &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;child Sora&lt;/span&gt; if their hearts could join again (SEE?! POINT ONE!). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Child Sora&lt;/span&gt; tells &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ventus&lt;/span&gt; that if their hearts' joining would make &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ventus&lt;/span&gt; happy, he's happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And therefore, from this, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; questions that rose from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kingdom Hearts II&lt;/span&gt; could be answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Why &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Roxas&lt;/span&gt; looks like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ventus&lt;/span&gt; :: For the same reason why &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vanitas&lt;/span&gt; looks like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sora&lt;/span&gt; - a matter of hearts. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tetsuya Nomura&lt;/span&gt; (the game developer) said in an interview that the reason why &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vanitas &lt;/span&gt;looks like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sora&lt;/span&gt; was because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ventus's&lt;/span&gt; heart made contact with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sora's&lt;/span&gt;. As such, if &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ventus's&lt;/span&gt; heart made contact with anyone else's heart, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vanitas&lt;/span&gt; would take the form of that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) How both &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sora&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Roxas&lt;/span&gt; could wield the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keyblade&lt;/span&gt; :: It is assumed that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sora's&lt;/span&gt; (and subsequently, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Roxas's&lt;/span&gt;) ability to wield the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keyblade&lt;/span&gt; is thanks to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ventus's&lt;/span&gt; heart making contact with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sora's.&lt;/span&gt; Additionally, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ventus's&lt;/span&gt; heart being in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sora's&lt;/span&gt; is assumed to be the reason why &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sora &lt;/span&gt;(and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Roxas&lt;/span&gt;) is... are... able to double-wield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** On a somewhat unrelated note, if the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reaction command&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sora vs. Roxas &lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kingdom Hearts II: Final Mix+&lt;/span&gt; is done right, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sora&lt;/span&gt; would be the first&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Keyblade Master&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;triple-wield&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Eh, I can't think of anything else right now, so Imma ending the post here. LAWL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332790053591641076-4192931926011179033?l=reina-sugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/feeds/4192931926011179033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6332790053591641076&amp;postID=4192931926011179033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/4192931926011179033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/4192931926011179033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/2010/05/kingdom-hearts-birth-by-sleep.html' title='Kingdom Hearts: Birth By Sleep'/><author><name>reina-sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934228481627743039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332790053591641076.post-1014447054235136101</id><published>2010-05-11T11:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:16:08.982+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Left 4 Dead 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Passing'/><title type='text'>Left 4 Dead 2 - The Passing review</title><content type='html'>I just downloaded &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Left 4 Dead &lt;/span&gt;2's newest and most recent campaign called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Passing &lt;/span&gt;recently. It was an epic fun play, and the old and new &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Survivor&lt;/span&gt;'s interaction with each other (more specifically, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nick&lt;/span&gt; bashing, lol!) was pretty darn amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't bother trying to not spoil it for those who didn't play it yet, just because I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cannot not&lt;/span&gt; spoil it. LOL It's impossible for me to write the review that way. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note that I played this solo on Normal, and that I'm still pretty much a newb with first-person shooters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahem* And here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Passing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The loading screen for the passing is the usual &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Left 4 Dead&lt;/span&gt; loading screen - a campaign specific poster with a tagline that is (more often than not) witty. The tagline for this campaign though, is rather straight-to-the-point, saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nobody Survives Forever.&lt;/span&gt; Those who played/watched people play through it/looked at game play videos will understand what I mean - we'll get back to this point later on.&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/_NFLlijq77vA/S-jRcWy6XII/AAAAAAAAAK0/FVW8GMWB1d0/s1600/444px-The_Passing_Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/S-jRcWy6XII/AAAAAAAAAK0/FVW8GMWB1d0/s320/444px-The_Passing_Poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469852032527129730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stare at the pretty poster, I demand it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Riverbank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The moment the campaign loads, and depending on the randomized computer codes or whatever, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zoey&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Francis&lt;/span&gt; from the original &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Left 4 Dead&lt;/span&gt; will greet the new &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Survivors&lt;/span&gt;, saying that if they couldn't lower the bridge, but if they (the new &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Survivors&lt;/span&gt;) could get over to the other side, they can fill up a generator with gas required to lower said bridge. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Louis&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Left 4 Dead)&lt;/span&gt; will never show up to talk to the new &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Survivors&lt;/span&gt; since he's injured, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bill&lt;/span&gt;... well... we'll get back to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very bloody likely&lt;/span&gt; for you to get attacked by a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tank&lt;/span&gt; as soon as you leave the first building. I played through it twice on Normal - the first time I got attacked by a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tank&lt;/span&gt; the moment I left the building, and the second time it was a little distance away. To top it up, there are  that'll attract the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alarmed cars&lt;/span&gt; that will attract &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Horde&lt;/span&gt; when you shoot it by accident, so have fun there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you get through there, you'll encounter a park, where a wedding had supposedly taken place. Here, in the middle of a platform you have to pass, a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Witch&lt;/span&gt; will spawn near it, or right in the middle of the path you need to go through. You'll note that the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Witch&lt;/span&gt; has a new model that has her in a wedding gown. Also, there are things to be noted here (one I realized on my own, the other taken from the &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://left4dead.wikia.com/"&gt;Left 4 Dead wiki&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Startling or cr0wning the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Witch&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bride &lt;/span&gt;will case a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;panic event&lt;/span&gt; to occur - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Horde&lt;/span&gt; will come at you relentlessly for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Starting the wedding music in the presence of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Witch bride&lt;/span&gt; will agitate her much faster than normal and from a further distance. She will attack the Survivor that started the music if not attacked by anyone else between the time the music starts to the time she is startled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun here too. After that, it's relative smooth-sailing to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;safe room&lt;/span&gt;, which is pretty nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Underground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that I was stuck here for a while - all thanks to my handy subs that keep alerting me to a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tank&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Witch&lt;/span&gt;'s presence. Pretty darn scary to go against &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;both&lt;/span&gt; at the same time, so yah (read: I used cheats and went into god-mode for a while, then I turned it off after the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tank &lt;/span&gt;was dealt with - the AIs went nuts and startled the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Witch&lt;/span&gt;!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the chapter title says, you go underground, down a hole ("&lt;i&gt;It's a hole!  Oh, excuse me, a historic hole.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;" - Nick&lt;/i&gt;) and oh-so sarcastic &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nick&lt;/span&gt; has more to say about being underground (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I am breathing shit air into my lungs, it is being absorbed into my bloodstream. I am literally full of shit."&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this chapter, there is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gauntlet Crescendo &lt;/span&gt;event. You have to open some darn gates that will trigger some alarms and cause hordes to come at you - not forgetting to mention the darn &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Special Infected&lt;/span&gt;. After that, it's - again - relative smooth-sailing to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;safe room&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Port&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finale&lt;/span&gt; of the campaign. The moment you get out of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;safe room&lt;/span&gt;, you;ll meet up and talk with the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Left 4 Dead Survivors&lt;/span&gt; - sans &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bill&lt;/span&gt;. You'll see why in a moment. From there, you'll have to take an elevator down and, much like the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dead Center&lt;/span&gt; campaign's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finale&lt;/span&gt;, you need to collect gas for the elevator - 16 cans of gas (my first reaction was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bloody hell&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily for you, whether you're playing solo or not, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zoey, Francis &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Louis&lt;/span&gt; will cover for you when you lure &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Special Infected&lt;/span&gt; to the bridge, where they're stationed. They'll also toss items to you when you need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment the elevator-of-sorts touches ground, you'll have to make a mad dash for all the gas cans - in a nearby generator room, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bill&lt;/span&gt;'s body can be seen - it is assumed he sacrificed himself to get the other &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Left 4 Dead Survivors&lt;/span&gt; to safety, hence the tagline for this campaign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, since I pretty much suck, I died the first two rounds before I decided to forgo the rules and turn on god-mode until I got the last gas can. This chapter is pretty much straight-forward. As soon as you filled the generator with all 16 gas cans, wait for the bridge to lower and dash for the car from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dead Center&lt;/span&gt;'s campaign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: If you're the type to collect all gas cans and gather it all near the generator, watch out! Whenever a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boomer&lt;/span&gt; spawns nearby, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zoey, Francis&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Louis&lt;/span&gt; will shoot it immediately. As per &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boomer&lt;/span&gt; configuration, it'll explode... and send your gas cans flying. Have fun with that *sarcasm*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there we go! My spoiler-filled review. LOL I really liked the campaign - while with less chapters compared to the other campaigns, felt like a regular campaign. The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fallen Survivor&lt;/span&gt; and the never-emptying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chest-like-thing&lt;/span&gt; were interesting additions. Download it, play it, and have fun with it!&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/6332790053591641076-1014447054235136101?l=reina-sugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/feeds/1014447054235136101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6332790053591641076&amp;postID=1014447054235136101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/1014447054235136101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/1014447054235136101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/2010/05/left-4-dead-2-passing-review.html' title='Left 4 Dead 2 - The Passing review'/><author><name>reina-sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934228481627743039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/S-jRcWy6XII/AAAAAAAAAK0/FVW8GMWB1d0/s72-c/444px-The_Passing_Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332790053591641076.post-1767854805826123760</id><published>2010-04-12T12:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T12:38:47.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cosplay plans</title><content type='html'>LOL, this is merely for my reference purposes. *shot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~+*Me cosplay plans*+~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anime&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Digimon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Takaishi Takeru (with &lt;a href='http://shadowdorumon.livejournal.com'&gt;Sha-chwan&lt;/a&gt;) [??]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Katekyo Hitman Reborn!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chrome Dokuro [unconfirmed]&lt;br /&gt;- Hibari Kyouya [unconfirmed -- at least until I know I can do it without going OOC]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shugo Chara!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Amulet Dia [CF2010]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Game&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kingdom Hearts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Aqua (Kingdom Hearts 3: Birth By Sleep) [CF2011]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Other&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vocaloid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Kagamine Rin -- kokoro; Imitation Black; Aku no Musume [unconfirmed]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332790053591641076-1767854805826123760?l=reina-sugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/feeds/1767854805826123760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6332790053591641076&amp;postID=1767854805826123760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/1767854805826123760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/1767854805826123760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/2010/04/cosplay-plans.html' title='Cosplay plans'/><author><name>reina-sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934228481627743039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332790053591641076.post-4154707636262098312</id><published>2010-03-04T17:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T18:05:21.899+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>Random update</title><content type='html'>For those who don't read dear &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href='http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com'&gt;Deanna's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; blog (which is actually dead right now, thanks to the OTHER blogs she has for her course, with four new e-mail addresses), we are a duo of song dubbing called &lt;i&gt;HWEE!&lt;/i&gt;, or &lt;i&gt;Hyper Weird Enigmatic Epicness&lt;/i&gt;. Most of what we did are &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.youtube.com/user/DivaDagger'&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; in her &lt;i&gt;YT&lt;/i&gt; channel, so go ahead and listen to some! =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure she posted some up on her blog too. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href='http://screamlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com'&gt;Lynnie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; got her first try at the &lt;i&gt;Left 4 Dead&lt;/i&gt; game, thanks to me who brought me lappie to uni today. She freaks out waaaay too easily, but it's actually rather amusing. XD (Sorry girl, but it's true!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I quite like my hair straight. Unfortunately, mum thinks otherwise, in a rather biased opinion based on how her colleague looks like with her hair straight. Not fair, I say. &gt;':&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332790053591641076-4154707636262098312?l=reina-sugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/feeds/4154707636262098312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6332790053591641076&amp;postID=4154707636262098312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/4154707636262098312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/4154707636262098312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/2010/03/random-update.html' title='Random update'/><author><name>reina-sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934228481627743039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332790053591641076.post-2448718121159061865</id><published>2010-01-22T10:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T10:35:06.497+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wallpaper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='assignment'/><title type='text'>Wallpaper Design</title><content type='html'>N00b + &lt;i&gt;Adobe Illustrator&lt;/i&gt;. + &lt;i&gt;Intro. to Design&lt;/i&gt; wallpaper assignments = random picture spam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I REALLY wanted to show my &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href='http://manipulatetheflames.blogspot.com'&gt;best friend of a nasi goreng&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; this, here they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallpaper 1 :: Theme - "I love design".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/S1kN6EjxFtI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Tn__e7lZ8p4/s1600-h/Wallpaper-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/S1kN6EjxFtI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Tn__e7lZ8p4/s320/Wallpaper-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429386117079176914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I used the &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href='http://ui22.gamespot.com/373/kingdomhearts_2.jpg'&gt;Kingdom Hearts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; text as reference. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallpaper 2 :: No theme/Free theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/S1kOSImb0QI/AAAAAAAAAKs/XSR5HAIFi5s/s1600-h/Wallpaper-2-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/S1kOSImb0QI/AAAAAAAAAKs/XSR5HAIFi5s/s320/Wallpaper-2-.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429386530480967938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text on left says "Bored, I am", and on the right says "So play I shall". I added that little watermark of my deviantArt account, but that's dead, so~~ XP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332790053591641076-2448718121159061865?l=reina-sugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/feeds/2448718121159061865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6332790053591641076&amp;postID=2448718121159061865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/2448718121159061865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/2448718121159061865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/2010/01/wallpaper-design.html' title='Wallpaper Design'/><author><name>reina-sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934228481627743039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/S1kN6EjxFtI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Tn__e7lZ8p4/s72-c/Wallpaper-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332790053591641076.post-7370074274062409571</id><published>2010-01-13T21:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T22:04:24.363+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>New Year 2010</title><content type='html'>Oh yus. It's the New Year. 2010. Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm now in &lt;i&gt;HELP University College&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href='http://screamlikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com'&gt;Lynnie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is in two of my classes, &lt;i&gt;Intro. to Mass Comm.&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Intro. to Design&lt;/i&gt;. (Note to &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href='http://manipulatetheflames.blogspot.com'&gt;Ruz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; :: &lt;i&gt;Intro. to Design&lt;/i&gt; lets us &lt;s&gt;*cough*suffer*cough*&lt;/s&gt; feel like &lt;i&gt;The One Academy&lt;/i&gt; students. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two other classes I'm talking are &lt;i&gt;Public Speaking&lt;/i&gt; (seems like a fun class; NO FINALS!--speaking of that, &lt;i&gt;Intro. to Design&lt;/i&gt; has no finals either. WOO-HOO!) and &lt;i&gt;Social &amp; Business Communication&lt;/i&gt;. Lecturers are all really nice and friendly, and the students here are waaaaaay relaxed and friendly compared to most in &lt;i&gt;Sunway University College&lt;/i&gt; (Note :: I'm only saying &lt;i&gt;MOST&lt;/i&gt;, meaning those I've encountered. The peeps in the &lt;i&gt;anime club&lt;/i&gt; are as relaxed and friendly as those in &lt;i&gt;HELP&lt;/i&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that duration, me sister has gone off to Ipoh, which is actually good for her. I really don't want her to go to &lt;i&gt;Malaysian Care&lt;/i&gt;, seeing as they treat her as &lt;s&gt;*cough*slave*cough*&lt;/s&gt; an incompetent person, which she is not. So good for her. She had fun, from what she told me earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Of course, things that have to do with my sister don't always end with a happy note. What happened this time was, what my mum said (the way I'm putting it) as my "too damn cocky"-ness and that I "misheard" what she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neways. Sis was in my room, playing with little &lt;i&gt;Johnny-boy/Popiah-kun/the darn cute little rascal&lt;/i&gt;, and complaining at the same time that she didn't want to go to a bread factory visit on Saturday (I'm looking forward to it, actually). So I told her to stop complaining in my room, and go tell mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis goes "Oh, I'm complaining?", and I told her, in a bit of a sarcastic tone, that "no, you're not complaining". After which, she went "my sister is a biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii~" and when I turned to look at her she switched "biiiiiiiiiiiiiii~" to "piiiiiiiiiiiii~". And I believe myself to be musically-inclined enough to hear the (rather glaring) difference between that, especially since &lt;i&gt;what word would go "biiiiiiiii" when one drags it out?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, off I marched to tell mum what happened in my room. When confronted about it, sis said "I didn't say that! I said 'plish'!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;([sarcasm]...pffft. Right. Spare me the laughter. [/sarcasm])&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to cool off after that, so I told her to not come into my room, and that if she wanted to play with the dog, bring him out of my room. Not so hard, now is it? She ignored what I said, and me, being rather hot-headed at the time, repeated what I told her in a tone and manner that anyone angry/annoyed would use. She didn't like it, &lt;i&gt;slammed&lt;/i&gt; my room door, and out she went. Didn't know what she said to my mum, but mum came and told me off, which leads back to mum's comment about me being "too damn cocky" and "mishearing" her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat :: I believe myself to be more musically-inclined to be able to tell the difference between "biiiiiiii" and "piiiiiiiiii". Oh, I should add "plish", since &lt;i&gt;apparently&lt;/i&gt; sis said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and a (belated) Happy New Year to you too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332790053591641076-7370074274062409571?l=reina-sugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/feeds/7370074274062409571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6332790053591641076&amp;postID=7370074274062409571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/7370074274062409571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/7370074274062409571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-2010.html' title='New Year 2010'/><author><name>reina-sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934228481627743039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332790053591641076.post-6149728815519714172</id><published>2009-12-21T17:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T17:52:16.442+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>Apparently...</title><content type='html'>So I failed my paper again. And I tried so hard to pass it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if I wasn't feeling bad enough, to add salt to the wound...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to my mum, I have no talent when I said that I was thinking of going into performing arts, since I enjoy performing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to cheer people up, mum. I want to cry, but I'm not going to. Not until you're asleep tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That happens to be the only time now that I can pity myself for being "useless", as it would seem mum's hinting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332790053591641076-6149728815519714172?l=reina-sugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/feeds/6149728815519714172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6332790053591641076&amp;postID=6149728815519714172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/6149728815519714172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/6149728815519714172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/2009/12/apparently.html' title='Apparently...'/><author><name>reina-sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934228481627743039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332790053591641076.post-8314346607255861141</id><published>2009-11-19T09:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T09:24:40.427+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>Just a quick, random update.</title><content type='html'>Yes. A quick, random update of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HECK, MAYBANK?! DDDDDDDD&lt; *anger mark anger mark*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the story behind the anger? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, when I reached uni, I went to the Maybank ATM to check my account balance. I knew I didn't go near the ATM lately, neither have I use my card, so I was so so very sure I had about RM130+ in my account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La-ti-la-ti-da... Key in my PIN number... select balance inquiry... and WTFH?! &lt;b&gt;RM9.25?!&lt;/b&gt; WHAT?! WHERE IS MY RM 129+?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what have wrong, I called my mum to inform her of the weirdness. She told me to call them Maybank people and find out what was wrong, then suggested that I've perhaps took another lot of handphone top-ups or withdrew money when I &lt;i&gt;knew&lt;/i&gt; I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on. Got a MINI TRANSACTION STATEMENT. Fat load of help it did, I didn't understand the darn codes. &lt;i&gt;EDC, CSH, PYM, MBW, LNK, CDM&lt;/i&gt;... WHUT? The only one I understood was ATM, and I think I got the idea what CDM is, but anyway. It proves my point that &lt;i&gt;I no take money from ATM.&lt;/i&gt; My most recent transactions were take handphone credit, deposit money in, check balance. And balance was supposed to be RM130+, because &lt;i&gt;I no touch!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to call Maybank customer service, but I keep getting a bloody irritating recorded message of "Sorry, all our executives are &lt;s&gt;(still)&lt;/s&gt; busy. Please hold. We will attend to you shortly".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my money back. D&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332790053591641076-8314346607255861141?l=reina-sugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/feeds/8314346607255861141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6332790053591641076&amp;postID=8314346607255861141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/8314346607255861141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/8314346607255861141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-quick-random-update.html' title='Just a quick, random update.'/><author><name>reina-sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934228481627743039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332790053591641076.post-7171874889837459288</id><published>2009-11-09T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T22:58:34.485+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>The King of Pop</title><content type='html'>So, today I went with &lt;a href="http://crimsonbladez.blogspot.com"&gt;Andrew&lt;/a&gt; to &lt;i&gt;OU&lt;/i&gt; to watch a movie. What movie? &lt;i&gt;This Is It&lt;/i&gt;, the movie that features the late King of Pop, &lt;i&gt;Micheal Jackson&lt;/i&gt; in practice for his unfortunately never kicked-off final curtain call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the movie progressed, I honestly felt like crying. How did a man who wrote such beautiful songs, who wanted to spread word to save the planet through his songs, who (what seems to be) is religious (he was almost always telling his crew - all of them - "God bless you"), get tangled in webs of contraversies (however that's spelt) like he did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be frank, I was never a huge fan of his - I'm definitely the J-Pop/J-Rock type. Even then, one of the first English songs I've heard was from him - &lt;i&gt;Heal the World&lt;/i&gt;. And it stuck to me. I loved the lyrics, the meaning behind it, the rhythm. Granted, with my brain as infested with Japanese songs as it is, I can't remember the lyrics. But I loved it, and I still do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the movie. His crew loved him - the lighting crew, special effects crew, back-up vocalists, music crew, the back-up dancers especially. It was... to me, it was... comforting, in an odd way, to know that the people he (&lt;i&gt;MJ&lt;/i&gt;) worked with still loved him as much as they did despite the contraversies that was hooked to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;(Meh, them darn contraversies are likely to have came along from fame. One reason to never be famous, LOL.)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the movie, those who were like me - who went in not really knowing the man, and/or not huge hardcore fans of his - all felt the same thing... That while his (&lt;i&gt;MJ's&lt;/i&gt;) death did not hit us hard, it took this one movie to make us realize... truly, honestly realize... that the world lost an amazing man with great talent and love for the world - a legend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. Go watch that movie while it's still out. It'll open your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;For Micheal Jackson, the King of Pop. Rest in Peace.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332790053591641076-7171874889837459288?l=reina-sugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/feeds/7171874889837459288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6332790053591641076&amp;postID=7171874889837459288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/7171874889837459288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/7171874889837459288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/2009/11/king-of-pop.html' title='The King of Pop'/><author><name>reina-sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934228481627743039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332790053591641076.post-4451574163106814626</id><published>2009-10-07T00:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T00:19:40.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Takahashi Ai's MANLY scream</title><content type='html'>The LOLZ starts at 3:41 onwards (well, the entire thing is LOL to me, but...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a0_oxuGYV9g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a0_oxuGYV9g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One word. EPIC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332790053591641076-4451574163106814626?l=reina-sugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/feeds/4451574163106814626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6332790053591641076&amp;postID=4451574163106814626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/4451574163106814626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/4451574163106814626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/2009/10/takahashi-ais-manly-scream.html' title='Takahashi Ai&apos;s MANLY scream'/><author><name>reina-sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934228481627743039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332790053591641076.post-4538223879863695189</id><published>2009-09-01T18:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T18:49:44.809+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><title type='text'>Blogging out of boredom</title><content type='html'>Imma bored. That be the whole reason of this post. I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More random facts of me? Naaaah... that be boring. &lt;em&gt;Anirealm&lt;/em&gt; RP-ers should hurry up and post so I can post and knock off at least 10-15 minutes of my boredom. Really. Imma just so darn booooreeeeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I wonder why I get bored so easily in the first place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...................wait........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT BE VERY INTERSTING QUESTION! *shot for random*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma hungry. Hence the randomness. And the different typing style. Maybe not so different, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I knooow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...actually I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of completely irrelevant and random post that spawned out of boredom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332790053591641076-4538223879863695189?l=reina-sugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/feeds/4538223879863695189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6332790053591641076&amp;postID=4538223879863695189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/4538223879863695189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/4538223879863695189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/2009/09/blogging-out-of-boredom.html' title='Blogging out of boredom'/><author><name>reina-sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934228481627743039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332790053591641076.post-8913829662151037077</id><published>2009-08-28T20:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T20:42:43.150+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smoking = bad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><title type='text'>Thoughts... on smoke</title><content type='html'>Just some thoughts on something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate is &lt;i&gt;smoking&lt;/i&gt;. For those who don't know, smoking is this money, tree and life-burning activity people "indulge" (I use the term VERY lightly - and sarcastically, for that matter) themselves in for various reasons. Said reasons could very well be this (or something like that)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Smoking is cool."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My friends are doing it, so I should too."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The only way for me to de-stress myself is by smoking."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...idiot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Like, WTH. I mean, really. WTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;FYI, &lt;em&gt;smoking&lt;/em&gt;, of all things, is &lt;em&gt;NOT&lt;/em&gt; cool. It is an act of &lt;em&gt;slow suicide&lt;/em&gt;. Know what sort of diseases that could be caused from smoking (or, more accurately, the stuff in a stupid stick of cigarrette)? The most well known one happens to be lung cancer? Malaysians, know the icky, disgusting little picture they put on the cigarrette boxes? &lt;em&gt;THAT&lt;/em&gt; is how your lung will look like because of smoking. So if you want your lungs (which is vital to your survival, next to your brain and heart) to look like that, go on right ahead and keep on smoking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 185px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374990910430444210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SpfNwU8o-rI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/WEDTUBQD_70/s320/lungs2.jpg" /&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;em&gt;Compare the smoker's lung (left) and the healthy lung (right).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Not very healthy-looking, now is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Two, just because &lt;em&gt;your friends&lt;/em&gt; are smoking &lt;em&gt;does not&lt;/em&gt; mean you have to follow. If they say you have to smoke to hang out with them, ditch them. Those kind of people are not worth your health. But, again, if you want your lung to look like the disgusting little picture of the black lung on the cigarrette boxes, go right ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Three, there are so many more &lt;em&gt;healthier&lt;/em&gt; ways to de-stress yourself. Join the gym, take up a martial art, participate in an extreme sport... These options are waaaaaaaaaaaaay better than smoking. Geez. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332790053591641076-8913829662151037077?l=reina-sugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/feeds/8913829662151037077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6332790053591641076&amp;postID=8913829662151037077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/8913829662151037077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/8913829662151037077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/2009/08/thoughts-on-smoke.html' title='Thoughts... on smoke'/><author><name>reina-sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934228481627743039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SpfNwU8o-rI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/WEDTUBQD_70/s72-c/lungs2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332790053591641076.post-1967170712308803271</id><published>2009-08-12T17:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T17:38:42.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE EPIC QUEEN OF KAWAII-NESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;THE EPIC QUEEN OF KAWAII-NESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yus. Who that be I wonders~?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ah who am I kidding. The THE EPIC QUEEN OF KAWAII-NESS, as I call her, be the one and only &lt;a href="http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/"&gt;NANA/DEANNA/WHATEVER-ELSE-YOU-WANNA-CALL-HER&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now why does Rixie/Reina/Ame-chan/whatever-else-you-wanna-call-me say that about NANA? It's simple.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NANA be having an super duper highly epic kawaii voice when singing~~~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;If you didn't guess yet, I be major fan of her voice right now. She be me queeeeeen~ *shot*&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Etto... unlike her relatively long blog post about her "maggie mee loving hyper button", this post about her being the THE EPIC QUEEN OF KAWAII-NESS is short. Because there be nothing else. ROFL *shot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;IJOU~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332790053591641076-1967170712308803271?l=reina-sugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/feeds/1967170712308803271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6332790053591641076&amp;postID=1967170712308803271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/1967170712308803271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/1967170712308803271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/2009/08/epic-queen-of-kawaii-ness.html' title='THE EPIC QUEEN OF KAWAII-NESS'/><author><name>reina-sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934228481627743039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332790053591641076.post-8216104988195497064</id><published>2009-07-08T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T21:41:13.481+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Huwaaaaa...</title><content type='html'>So, today I drove to university alone and went back late. I know it would cause my mum and dad to worry about me, but I had a meeting that would run late and mum's sick, so I would rather her rest than rush around to pick her wayward daughter up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad reckons there was a communication problem somewhere, and adds that mum could read me like the back of her palm when I'm adamant about something. And yes, I was adamant about me driving alone, if only for mum to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I also wanted to drive alone to show mum that I'm grown up now; I can be my own driver. There's no need for her to drive me around places I'm used to going. She can step down and take a much deserved rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While her protectiveness is appreciated, if I wasn't allowed to drive alone in different conditions (i.e., day/night, rain/shine, etc), how was I going to improve? I had to believe in my own abilities before others can believe in mine, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got back and apologized, but... it seems to me that she didn't accept it. I know she's worried and angry at me for doing what I did, but all I wanted was for her to rest. I took longer than I should've to reach home to make sure I returned safe and sound... but she's angry. I can't say I didn't expect that, though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332790053591641076-8216104988195497064?l=reina-sugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/feeds/8216104988195497064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6332790053591641076&amp;postID=8216104988195497064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/8216104988195497064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/8216104988195497064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/2009/07/huwaaaaa.html' title='Huwaaaaa...'/><author><name>reina-sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934228481627743039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332790053591641076.post-8908976137593814825</id><published>2009-06-25T14:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T15:11:42.951+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AniManGaki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Transformers 2'/><title type='text'>Imma bored, sooooo~~</title><content type='html'>Imma fooking bored in uni, and there's another 30 minutes before my next class, so yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, feel free to kill me if you haven't watched it yet. &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TRANSFORMERS TWO WAS AWESOMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I didn't even watch the first one, whooooot~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch with &lt;em&gt;Ian&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Nicholas&lt;/em&gt; (Ian's friend), &lt;em&gt;Misha&lt;/em&gt;, Misha's friend (don't remember her name, lol), &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://crimsonbladez.blogspot.com/"&gt;Andrew&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, and the person who claims Imma her hyper button, &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/"&gt;Deanna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna spoil anything, so go watch it yourself! &gt;D But the best tagline of all in the entire movie was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"This is top secret. &lt;strong&gt;Do not tell my mother.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, LOLWHUT? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely different note~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ANIMANGAKI IS THIS WEEKEND!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yus, the event be this weekend, 27th-28th June, 2009, at Sunway University College (4th floor, MPH) from 10 AM - 6 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Of course, us poor crew and volunteers have to be there waaaaaay earlier than normal event goers, but it be fuuuun. =3&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets are...uh... there be too much to type, so lookit this link :: &lt;a href="http://suac.x-tenshi.com/ticket.php"&gt;CLICK MEH!&lt;/a&gt; for more info. =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma gonna be in a white-and-black loli dress at the cafe, so if you want to look for me, you know where to look! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, Imma gonna rush to class now, so yah. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332790053591641076-8908976137593814825?l=reina-sugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/feeds/8908976137593814825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6332790053591641076&amp;postID=8908976137593814825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/8908976137593814825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/8908976137593814825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/2009/06/imma-bored-sooooo.html' title='Imma bored, sooooo~~'/><author><name>reina-sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934228481627743039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332790053591641076.post-6670893146845094817</id><published>2009-06-06T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:00:13.141+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Fine, I updated. Happy?</title><content type='html'>LOL It appears that I have been bugged to update on my Cbox. So I will. *shot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what I've been up to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Gone crazy.&lt;br /&gt;2) Pulled a couple of all-nighters.&lt;br /&gt;3) Band practice.&lt;br /&gt;4) Dubbing a lot.&lt;br /&gt;5) Dancing (?).&lt;br /&gt;6) Ignoring a whole bunch of requests on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;7) DDR and Para Para-ing.&lt;br /&gt;8) Band practice.&lt;br /&gt;9) Gone crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...uh... yea. LOL. Uni is not good for my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. Updated a pointless update. BOHAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332790053591641076-6670893146845094817?l=reina-sugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/feeds/6670893146845094817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6332790053591641076&amp;postID=6670893146845094817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/6670893146845094817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/6670893146845094817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/2009/06/fine-i-updated-happy.html' title='Fine, I updated. Happy?'/><author><name>reina-sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934228481627743039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332790053591641076.post-2394452201140799324</id><published>2009-04-25T17:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T21:28:09.811+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DaiCon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dilemma'/><title type='text'>I BE IN DILEMMA. LOL</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I have been karaoking. LOL Thank God (so far) most, if not all, of my college/uni mates DON'T have my YouTube account link. If not, I'd die. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love singing J-pop and dancing to them (especially if they're nice dances from the groups I follow), and while I dance to them no problem (last year's Comic Fiesta was proof enough), I don't really know if I could sing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo~ I was thinking of joining DaiCon's (MMU Cyberjaya campus, 11th July) karaoke competition. I don't know if I could... or should, for that matter. My main motivation is to see how well I can do against others who sing J-pop as well as the prize (LOL who wouldn't be motivated when it's cash prize?). But I honestly don't know. I deserve to be shot for that. XD *shot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't have anything clashing on the event (exams, etc), I would just join in for the sake of fun. Since it's a two-song competition thing, my first song would be a 2-minute version of Berryz's &lt;i&gt;Koi no Jubaku&lt;/i&gt; and, should I get into the finals, the second song is going to be Buono!'s &lt;i&gt;MY BOY&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm... yea. I should stop procrastinating my assignments. LOL *gets boot to the head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I be going back to slaving on my assignments now. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332790053591641076-2394452201140799324?l=reina-sugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/feeds/2394452201140799324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6332790053591641076&amp;postID=2394452201140799324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/2394452201140799324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/2394452201140799324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-be-in-dilemma-lol.html' title='I BE IN DILEMMA. LOL'/><author><name>reina-sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934228481627743039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332790053591641076.post-5184054296610121632</id><published>2009-04-20T09:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T10:15:49.060+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morning Musume'/><title type='text'>Morning Musume</title><content type='html'>I don't usually want to even &lt;i&gt;hear&lt;/i&gt; Morning Musume, or MoMusu songs, but starting from their last PV (Promotional Video, for those who don't know what this means), they've steadily been starting to catch my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Naichau Kamo&lt;/i&gt;, their last single, was a good song, though, as with C-ute (how the heck do you do that Degree Celcius symbol?!) and my personal favourite group of Hello! Project, Berryz Koubou, line distribution was focused on only a few members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Speaking of which, Buono! was the group in the previous post of which the PV I was spasming over. I still am. I think I memorized the TV size version of the song [the song being Shugo Chara! Doki's ending theme] by accident. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ahem&lt;/i&gt;. Back on topic, back on topic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning Musume, which is now in its I-have-no-idea-what generation, currently has nine members, their leader being &lt;i&gt;Takahashi Ai&lt;/i&gt; since the graduation of Hello! Project's Elder Club. Since I don't want to go into a rant of the history of Morning Musume, go &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Morning_Musume"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; if you're interested in how Morning Musume came to be. LOL *shot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their latest single, &lt;i&gt;Shouganai Yume Oibito&lt;/i&gt; (I'm wondering if &lt;i&gt;Oibito&lt;/i&gt; was supposed to be &lt;i&gt;Koibito&lt;/i&gt;, because I have no idea what &lt;i&gt;oibito&lt;/i&gt; means. Roughly translated, the title would mean "Dream Lover without a Choice". Weird, I know, but &lt;i&gt;shouganai&lt;/i&gt; translates, to me, as 'no choice'.), while definitely still focusing on certain people, appears to have improved in line distribution. I say 'appears' because I don't know this group well enough to tell whether everyone gets a singing line or not. But I'm enjoying it. It's a pretty song. =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S0869_J1i74&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S0869_J1i74&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332790053591641076-5184054296610121632?l=reina-sugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/feeds/5184054296610121632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6332790053591641076&amp;postID=5184054296610121632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/5184054296610121632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/5184054296610121632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/2009/04/morning-musume.html' title='Morning Musume'/><author><name>reina-sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934228481627743039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332790053591641076.post-5485773081536319671</id><published>2009-04-17T11:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T11:18:13.748+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buono'/><title type='text'>Buono!</title><content type='html'>I... just &lt;i&gt;had&lt;/i&gt; to post this up. It's awesome. I wish I have a credit card to buy this single of theirs. TTwTT *spasms*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0ILIfYdcI8M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0ILIfYdcI8M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA *FANGIRLS* *DIES*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332790053591641076-5485773081536319671?l=reina-sugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/feeds/5485773081536319671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6332790053591641076&amp;postID=5485773081536319671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/5485773081536319671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/5485773081536319671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/2009/04/buono.html' title='Buono!'/><author><name>reina-sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934228481627743039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332790053591641076.post-5427878022176512363</id><published>2009-04-11T19:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T19:41:39.146+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>O...ORZ</title><content type='html'>I...I believe I am dying. Or going to. Either one works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What lead me to this conclusion? A few facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I'm in pain. &lt;i&gt;A lot&lt;/i&gt; of pain. Both physical (My back...my baaaaaaaaaaaaaack!) and mental (eh...not explaining this one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Assignment load is starting to &lt;i&gt;kill&lt;/i&gt; me. And it's...what...third week? ORZ And I've already missed some lectures and tutorials because I'm sick. AGAIN. Wheee~~ *shot for sarcasm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) A series of unfortunate events. I mean it. Not explaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) And it all goes back to the paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin~~~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yah. Uni life is waaaaay hectic. Imma tired~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt; I demands cupcakes. Or something. &lt;a href='http://trialsofawhiteguy.blogspot.com'&gt;Kamal&lt;/a&gt;, you owe me my pocky. And yes, I owe you Maggie. But you ate my pocky. D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ROFL this post is uber randomness. How nice is that? |D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332790053591641076-5427878022176512363?l=reina-sugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/feeds/5427878022176512363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6332790053591641076&amp;postID=5427878022176512363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/5427878022176512363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/5427878022176512363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/2009/04/oorz.html' title='O...ORZ'/><author><name>reina-sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934228481627743039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332790053591641076.post-1151970579174878585</id><published>2009-04-02T20:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T21:28:09.252+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boycott'/><title type='text'>Malaysia Boleh? Don't think so.</title><content type='html'>I saw this on &lt;a href="http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/"&gt;D&lt;/a&gt;'s blog, and as a fellow Malaysian and ex-Taylor's student...this issue is one of the many that I cannot leave untouched - especially since something akin to it had been discussed in class earlier today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other fellow Malaysians who actually still care for your country, please, join in with this - and know that while I never had these lecturers teach me during my time in Taylor's, they are not the kind to lie about things as serious as this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foreigners Assaulted and Looking for Answers&lt;br /&gt;March 30, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write today because I was assaulted this weekend by a deadly weapon, watched a female colleague of mine get hit by a man, and I feel as though it is my responsibility to make sure similar events do not take place again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in Malaysia for the past ten months, I have seen a lot of ‘Malaysia boleh’. Most people here are friendly, helpful, and live peacefully. I have met wonderful people from each of Malaysia’s dominant ethnic groups (Malays, Indians, and Chinese) and seen harmony in practice between this country’s main religions (Islam, Christianity, Hinduism and Buddhism). Lecturing here, I have met many Malaysian students who symbolize this country’s potential for a ‘bright future’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary, I have heard many stories of racial tension, hatred and violence. Daily I hear negative things about another race or religion. People from one group will talk about ‘the other’ as the problem, confiding in me like I agree, or think similarly. Everyday people treat me (tall, white, Canadian male) well. I am greeted as ‘sir’ or ‘boss’ with utmost respect, and kindness. However, I sometimes question whether this treatment is ‘superficial’ or ‘fake’. If I were not a tall white Canadian male, would people treat me this well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Friday, I sadly became the focus of a ‘group’s’ hatred, jealousy, and racist feelings. I attended a local club at Sunway Pyramid called Bar Celona with three of my colleagues from the college. After we had been there a couple of hours, the shift manager came over and accused us of drinking an extra jug of beer, saying that we needed to pay more money. This was a false accusation, and they would not leave us alone, telling us to pay them more. They started pointing in our faces calling us liars. I asked them if it was a race issue; the only foreigners in the bar being picked on and harassed. One of the bouncers asked me if I wanted to fight, and if I did we could take this outside. I did not want to. We were the only foreigners in the whole bar, and right from the start these workers seemed to want to fight us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden I was hit on the top of my head with a bottle by one of the bouncers. At least five of them had surrounded me and I was bleeding profusely. Another bouncer hit me again in the head with another bottle. Neither bottle shattered as I am guessing they were full. When I opened my eyes, one of the big bouncers punched me in the face. I was afraid for my life and realizing they were trying to kill me, I punched him back. My female colleague was being held back and my other two friends were still in discussion about this petty money issue at another end of the bar. After I threw my first punch the bouncer tried to throw me down the metal escalator. Had I not caught myself on the way down, I surely could have died. Once at the bottom they kept pushing me; ten to fifteen bouncers were following me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The female colleague of mine tried to hold one of them back, yelling to them to stop. She was met with a punch from the bouncer. This man attempted to punch her in the face. Luckily he only brushed her face and ended up punching her shoulder. He grabbed her and tried to pull her to the ground, knocking her personal belongings out of her bag. They never actually asked us to leave the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was standing on the street with the bouncers coming up to me, putting their fists in my face, yelling and giving me the finger. At least one hundred pedestrians were watching, passive and surely thinking that I am some tourist looking for a fight, or starting one in the bar. I was covered from head to toe in blood as we got in a taxi. Although I received sixteen stitches for the two giant gashes on my head, and a brain scan to look for glass pieces in the wound and any internal damage, the main thing that has been hurt is my confidence in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been positive and optimistic about this country and the people. I have given 100% to my students and the local community. As a social science teacher I teach a course called ‘Individuals and Families in a Diverse Society’. My job is to promote acceptance, unity and harmony amongst diverse peoples. This event crushed my confidence in Malaysia. If this country is ever going to be truly ‘developed’, the focus cannot be solely on the economy. Acceptance and equality of different genders, races, religions/non-religions, abilities and interests are also important components to ‘development’. Diverse peoples must find a way to get along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;With development and globalization comes ‘foreign peoples’. These people do not and should not expect to be given preferential treatment. Everyone regardless of race, religion or nationality should be respected, treated fairly, and given their basic human rights. This weekend workers employed by the establishment Bar Celona tried to kill me with a weapon and assaulted a female in front of their bar. This is not acceptable behavior and cannot be passed off as part of the ‘Malaysian experience’. Bouncers are in a bar to protect the patrons, not to assault them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Written by: Colin Shafer&lt;br /&gt;Mr Colin is a lecturer from Taylor's University College.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Mr. Colin, while I do not really know you or have you teach me before, I wish you a speedy recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the stupid pub that did something like this... &lt;em&gt;get a life.&lt;/em&gt; No, seriously. &lt;em&gt;Malaysia Boleh&lt;/em&gt;? You have got to be kidding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I HATE HTML.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332790053591641076-1151970579174878585?l=reina-sugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/feeds/1151970579174878585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6332790053591641076&amp;postID=1151970579174878585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/1151970579174878585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/1151970579174878585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/2009/04/malaysia-boleh-dont-think-so.html' title='Malaysia Boleh? Don&apos;t think so.'/><author><name>reina-sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934228481627743039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332790053591641076.post-419716429833525162</id><published>2009-03-18T17:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T17:54:50.901+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WARNING: RANT AHEAD - excuse the language please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I miss him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, bloody hell, why?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so darn messed up. I swear I'm fine, countless times, but somehow, yesterday made me NOT fine - don't know &lt;em&gt;how&lt;/em&gt; that happened, so please, &lt;em&gt;don't ask&lt;/em&gt;. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I still love him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so long. So darn freaking long. Why must emotions be so messed up? Because it's definitely not helping me think rationally. My parents were right - I have definitely not been okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Because I kept in contact with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were second thoughts, yes, but I know better. Or so I like to think. But it hurts. It still does. Like I said, emotions = messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;All because I still love him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All because of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel retarded. Maybe I am. Who knows? Whatever, it doesn't matter anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Because I won't see him again. Because I won't message or call him again. Because I'm (going to try) erasing him from my memories, my life...my hopes and dreams for him to be 'The One' for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are others out there, but he...is? Was? I don't know... the only one I've ever felt so strongly for. So it hurts. It hurts badly. But I will survive. I know I can. I'm not the only person who feels or have felt like this, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I should've done this earlier. Then maybe it wouldn't hurt so much now; when I'm making it real. But hey, at least I'm doing something. Better late than never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;END RANT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh, that was depressing. &gt;.&lt; but I had to do it. Otherwise, I won't ever be able to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I still feel like crying. I guess that's normal, hey? Or maybe it's just me. Who knows? I definitely don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332790053591641076-419716429833525162?l=reina-sugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/feeds/419716429833525162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6332790053591641076&amp;postID=419716429833525162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/419716429833525162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/419716429833525162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/2009/03/warning-rant-ahead-excuse-language.html' title=''/><author><name>reina-sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934228481627743039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332790053591641076.post-5832340344927012586</id><published>2009-02-13T10:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T10:50:44.191+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Imma alive</title><content type='html'>YESH IMMA ALIVE! BOHAHAHAHAHAHAHA *shotkilledchoppedupandfedtopiranhasorz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have...absolutely no clue what I'm doing right now...other than waiting for my car, (re)playing FFX-2, wondering what to get &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tsukushi&lt;/span&gt; for her wedding (of which I still didn't get an invitation card yet, LOL poor &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tsukushi&lt;/span&gt;, she must be busy), getting ready to bug &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hisashi&lt;/span&gt; for my Kingdom Hearts games back (he borrowed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; of 'em), role-playing on forums with &lt;a href="http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/"&gt;NANA&lt;/a&gt;, being even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; bored, messing around with my doggy (of which &lt;a href="http://shadowdorumon.livejournal.com/"&gt;Sha-chwan&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/"&gt;NANA&lt;/a&gt; fondly call 'Popiah-kun'), waiting for my car, bribing &lt;a href="http://trialsofawhiteguy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kamal&lt;/a&gt; with pizza and... um... did I mention waiting for my car? =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...ZOMGBBQ MY BIRTHDAY IS IN FIVE MORE DAYS?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.......I didn't realize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL *gets a boot to the head*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332790053591641076-5832340344927012586?l=reina-sugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/feeds/5832340344927012586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6332790053591641076&amp;postID=5832340344927012586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/5832340344927012586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/5832340344927012586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/2009/02/imma-alive.html' title='Imma alive'/><author><name>reina-sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934228481627743039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332790053591641076.post-647463055130835268</id><published>2008-12-22T11:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T20:08:41.859+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comic Fiesta'/><title type='text'>Comic Fiesta Repooooooooort~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at around 5AM because I had to mess around with my hair to get Yuna (FFX-2)'s hairstyle with a can of hairspray and my hands as weapons (LOL). Went out of the house at around 7.15AM, reached Sunway Pyramid around 7.55AM or so, then ran off to the convention center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, I was surprised when I saw &lt;em&gt;gemz&lt;/em&gt; there that early. Then I found out she was volunteer. LOL and in the department I'm helper of too. Liek, wao. XD So, Raincloud briefed the volunteers what to do while I ran off to change into my costume (I swear, a whole bunch of people took my photo, but I don't see them XD), since I already knew what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we were hungry, we ran off to McD to get breakfast (LOL &lt;em&gt;gemzie&lt;/em&gt;, of all things you have in the morning, &lt;em&gt;coke&lt;/em&gt;?!), then we ran back up with breakfast. By this time it was almost 9-ish. We quickly finished off the food and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had to help &lt;em&gt;gemzie&lt;/em&gt; style her wig. SHINY HANDS WHOO~ (since her wig had to be colour-spray-painted). Then &lt;a href="http://www.misshermes.com/"&gt;Creamy&lt;/a&gt; needed help with her wig too. And &lt;em&gt;gemzie&lt;/em&gt; and I retreated back to our booth. LOL It was funny. What the ek? XP The cosplay department's other volunteer (whom &lt;em&gt;gemzie&lt;/em&gt; and I dubbed as 'our little girl') helped me countless times with Yuna's songstress arm warmers (and we, meaning &lt;em&gt;gemzie&lt;/em&gt; and I, had a little debate over whether or not it should be called arm warmers on the second day). &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://monkeyvicious.blogspot.com/"&gt;Baphy&lt;/a&gt; was helper too, but with the artist booth department. &lt;em&gt;Sumomo&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Reika&lt;/em&gt; were there with their &lt;em&gt;Neko-tales&lt;/em&gt; booth (nyuu, sorry I didn't buy any manga from you guys TT_TT btw, &lt;em&gt;Reika&lt;/em&gt; was &lt;em&gt;hawt&lt;/em&gt; cross-playing 8Db). &lt;a href="http://shadowdorumon.livejournal.com/"&gt;Sha-chwan&lt;/a&gt; got poked. A lot. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event started then, and this was the first time I got my picture taken so many times while cosplaying, lolwhut. Crazy crowds! There were more people than last year, methinks. XD whoooooo~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, with a lot of craziness, randomness and whatevernots in between, at the end of day one... I... lost my phone and stuff. TT_TT It was &lt;em&gt;crazy&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;em&gt;Sumomo, Cherry Tiger &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Aiko,&lt;/em&gt; thanks for helping me out! TT_TT &lt;em&gt;Cherry&lt;/em&gt;, especially. ZOMG ILU PEEPS &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 6AM this time round. Basically the same routine as day one before the event started. Then it was a lot of frantic cosplay registration. @w@;;; wooooooooow... there were, liek, 54 cosplayers in the competition. I pity the judges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I was in the 12PM-1PM performance slot, along with a few others. Here, I give to you the linkies of the dances we performed. 8Db I was in the first (Renai Rider) and last (Tokaikko Junjou) dances. And... I WANTS BETTER QUALITY VIDS. TT_TT ah well, can't be helped. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of, presenting &lt;em&gt;Renai Rider&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l5B07YzMxVA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l5B07YzMxVA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we have the &lt;em&gt;Tell Me&lt;/em&gt; dance. I'm not in this one, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UmBpsybUkMU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UmBpsybUkMU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that, we have &lt;a href="http://www.misshermes.com/"&gt;Creamy&lt;/a&gt;'s group, &lt;em&gt;Go My Way&lt;/em&gt;. X3 they were so cute. Unfortunately it's not the full one. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CBNmQ1iFDdQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CBNmQ1iFDdQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, &lt;em&gt;Tokaikko Junjou&lt;/em&gt;. LOL We had a bit of last minute changes, but it turned out just fine. 8Db (Hear the fangirls SCREAM when &lt;a href="http://trialsofawhiteguy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kamal&lt;/a&gt; did this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/et7VnwcUp9s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/et7VnwcUp9s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then, it was food with &lt;a href="http://trialsofawhiteguy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kamal&lt;/a&gt;, along with some others including &lt;em&gt;Dei-dei&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Mittseh&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Conman&lt;/em&gt;, and a few others I don't know the name of. XD Then we rushed back up, and I proceeded to run around some more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Upon spotting &lt;a href="http://shadowdorumon.livejournal.com/"&gt;Sha-chwan&lt;/a&gt;, I took a break. LOL "Uh, I think your stick is in danger"... XDDDDDD &lt;a href="http://shadowdorumon.livejournal.com/"&gt;Sha-chwan&lt;/a&gt;... the things you say are always so funny. XP LAWL~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that is basically me report on CF, since I was always running around. XP I definitely missed some other performances, but, well~~ XDDDDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ciaos~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332790053591641076-647463055130835268?l=reina-sugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/feeds/647463055130835268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6332790053591641076&amp;postID=647463055130835268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/647463055130835268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/647463055130835268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/2008/12/comic-fiesta-repooooooooort.html' title='Comic Fiesta Repooooooooort~'/><author><name>reina-sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934228481627743039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332790053591641076.post-1909499349544179541</id><published>2008-12-05T18:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T18:53:43.085+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>Good thing led to...well...bad thing...ugh.</title><content type='html'>First off, dad (and mum, because dad is definitely gonna show mum this), I'm sorry, but I'm not taking this off. I know I've only dealt with her for about 14 or so years (around the time I started thinking for myself - way shorter than you two, I know), but I am honestly done with deleting all posts related to her - especially when she is just &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; idiotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; apologizing for typing out something that is very obviously &lt;i&gt;true&lt;/i&gt;. Scold me all you want, dad and mum, but I won't take this off. And I definitely won't change my opinion on this matter until &lt;i&gt;she&lt;/i&gt; changes, and not just for an hour/a day or two.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing? I finished my exams, and am waiting for results, graduation, Comic Fiesta, and possibly going down to Malacca to &lt;a href='http://shadowdorumon.livejournal.com/'&gt;Sha-chwan&lt;/a&gt;'s place before graduation. Whoo-hoo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad thing? Haha, methinks it's pretty obvious, judging from the first thing I typed in this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oh-so lovely five years older than me sister (sarcasm intended) who has...actually, rather legitimate reasons to act the way she does (operation on the brain as a baby, anyone?) has just proven that she sides with and listens to outsiders (this includes aunts, uncles, &lt;i&gt;people from the freaking chatrooms&lt;/i&gt;) more than her immediate family members. AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I'm getting really sick and tired of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So~ what the feck (hah, I'm being nice with censoring my cursing) happened &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has proven, that yet again, she has absolutely no respect for the person who gave birth to her, a.k.a her mother. &lt;strike&gt;On another note, same thing with instructions, rules, and people like my mum and I who deal with her on a daily basis.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know the exact story this time, as I was not there during the shouting match in the car, but I can roughly deduce that this happened from what little my mum told me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Mum had happily gone and buy KFC (due to my request) for dinner and soft drinks (Kickapoo; note-worthy because she doesn't like us drinking soft drinks) before picking idiotic sister up (don't maim me for calling her idiotic now - because she deserves it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Upon picking idiotic sister up, idiotic sister told mum something about tuition fees increment - here, a little background story is needed: idiotic sister used to go for mandrin tuition twice a week. Now she goes once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obvious thing here is that the fees should be less now, right? So mum asked about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Idiotic sister claims that mum doesn't understand (here proving that she sides with outsiders more, since it's obvious the teacher wants more money). Therefore, mum attempts to reason with idiotic sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bad thing to do, in my opinion, with someone who doesn't fecking listen to reason.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Idiotic sister (from mum's account) told mum to "not make her angry". Thus begins the shouting match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes. Basically when they got home, mum recounted the main points that made her mad to me, and I have to interfere to make sure things don't get out of hand (read: make sure they don't kill each other).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe my exact words to mum, who told me not to interfere, was: "I would rather interfere to keep things relatively sane at home than not interfere and let you two kill each other". I'm also basically the middle person for them... for the nth number of time. And I'm trying not to break down and cry because I'm so, so, so freaking &lt;i&gt;sick and tired&lt;/i&gt; of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, my opinion is that idiotic sister has killed mum many, many, &lt;i&gt;many&lt;/i&gt; times inside with her thoughtless comments and constant siding of and listening to outsiders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, and my parents (and people in general, really) wonder why I have no patience with her. It's because she &lt;i&gt;does&lt;/i&gt; all this things &lt;i&gt;all the freaking time&lt;/i&gt; that makes me act the way I do towards her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, she may have legitimate reasons to act like this, but people worse off than her have - actually &lt;i&gt;freaking&lt;/i&gt; have - &lt;i&gt;respect&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; for their parents &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; siblings, which is why &lt;i&gt;their&lt;/i&gt; sibling(s) are so patient with them. She &lt;i&gt;doesn't&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, she's lucky that we're still acknowledging her as family. Mum is right; she acts like an innocent angel in front of others, but when she's home, she shows her true self. Her true, ugly, doesn't-use-her-brain self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion? Idiotic sister has no brain. Or rather, she has one and refuses to use it. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I really want that trip to Malacca now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332790053591641076-1909499349544179541?l=reina-sugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/feeds/1909499349544179541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6332790053591641076&amp;postID=1909499349544179541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/1909499349544179541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/1909499349544179541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-thing-led-towellbad-thingugh.html' title='Good thing led to...well...bad thing...ugh.'/><author><name>reina-sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934228481627743039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332790053591641076.post-5140297751665050226</id><published>2008-11-16T12:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T13:01:14.651+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short post'/><title type='text'>ROFL!</title><content type='html'>I blame this on Suza...all because I can. XDDDDD *shot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suddenly downloading Ragnarok Online onto the computer...all Suza's fault. XP *shot* but then again, I've been gaming deprived...and I am bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But downloading's taking forever. OH NOES! *jumps off building* ROFL sorry, but I'm just that bored. Nyahahahaha~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to studying while waiting for the game of doom to download. *shotshotshot*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332790053591641076-5140297751665050226?l=reina-sugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/feeds/5140297751665050226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6332790053591641076&amp;postID=5140297751665050226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/5140297751665050226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/5140297751665050226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/2008/11/rofl.html' title='ROFL!'/><author><name>reina-sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934228481627743039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332790053591641076.post-816572340313358878</id><published>2008-11-03T21:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T21:16:46.500+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>*KICKEDKILLEDSHOTSLASHEDBRICKEDDROPEDINTOAFISHTANKFULLOFPIRANHAS*</title><content type='html'>Ahahahaha~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving someone out of your family is hard. Even more so when you love that one person so much, and yet you cannot seem to do just the right thing that makes that one person happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny really... I broke up with &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; for about...four months, now. And I still miss him, nor can I seem to stop loving him, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get the feeling that I'm going to be lectured by some people soon, but hey. A blog's for a person to rant, right? So...just let me rant and not comment. It's not like I'll go comment on someone ranting their hearts out on a blog just because they wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had a funny little monologue with myself earlier...let's dub the one speaker as me, and the other as 'inner' me (lol Naruto reference)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why does... love hurt so much?&lt;br /&gt;'Inner' me: Love does hurt, but at the same time, fun and memorable times came about, did it not?&lt;br /&gt;Me: That... is true. But still...&lt;br /&gt;'Inner' me: You know it yourself; love is something that cannot be controlled. Even if you cry rivers of tears, it won't erase your emotions. Even if you bleed, it won't change the fact that your feelings are still strong towards him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had no response to - heck! - myself. Proves how one can outsmart themselves, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back on the topic... it's weird. It doesn't matter how many times I think back on him and either smile happily/sadly or cry. Really. It all doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I am still infatuated by him. Humans are really strange creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I wouldn't have it any other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, quoting a manga/anime character: "it'll all work out".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will believe it will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332790053591641076-816572340313358878?l=reina-sugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/feeds/816572340313358878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6332790053591641076&amp;postID=816572340313358878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/816572340313358878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/816572340313358878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/2008/11/kickedkilledshotslashedbrickeddropedint.html' title='*KICKEDKILLEDSHOTSLASHEDBRICKEDDROPEDINTOAFISHTANKFULLOFPIRANHAS*'/><author><name>reina-sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934228481627743039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332790053591641076.post-2945958452772844013</id><published>2008-10-29T19:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T20:00:07.163+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><title type='text'>Rant + Quiz thing</title><content type='html'>I want to rent an apartment room or a room right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now why would I want to do that, especially since it's only a month left till ICPU ends &lt;strike&gt;OMG YAY! *shot*&lt;/strike&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I really can't study at home&lt;/span&gt;. Really. I don't know why. I'm always distracted at home somehow. &gt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I need more sleep.&lt;/span&gt; With finals approaching, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yea, definitely&lt;/span&gt;. More sleep required a.k.a no need to wake up at 5.30/6 in the morning so I can catch the bus to Taylor's and sleep even more - though sometimes I can't sleep anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want to stay back in the Taylor's library and study more&lt;/span&gt;. As well as finishing my major assignments. There are some websites that are easier to access from Taylor's domain. That, and I have no transport home if I stayed back to study. Waiting for public transport to go home is a pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, staying back at Taylor's equals more time to ask the lecturers what I'm not sure of, and more time to finish up my major assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want prove that I am independent.&lt;/span&gt; Well, I think I already am, but for some things, I still need reminders from my mum and such. So if I stayed alone, for even a month, then at least I will learn to budget, how to wake up on my own (ROFL XD), so on so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) As mean as this sounds,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I can't stand my sister.&lt;/span&gt; Really, I'm sorry for saying this, but I really don't want to study when there's someone with a holier-than-thou attitude in the house. &lt;strike&gt;Just today she started screaming at me when I was trying to explain that going through other people's purses/wallets is rude. So sue me for trying to teach her something.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only cons I can think of about doing this are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY POOR DOGGIE!&lt;/span&gt; TT_TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mum will worry.&lt;/span&gt; Definitely. For sure. Mum has what I call OPMC (Over Protective Mum Complex), but I think it's a good thing. ^^ I &lt;3 you, mum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There is the chance I will oversleep.&lt;/span&gt; Eheh. Self-explanatory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY POOR DOGGIE!&lt;/span&gt; TT_TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a second note, saw this quiz on &lt;a href="http://www.misshermes.com/"&gt;Ice-creamy&lt;/a&gt;'s blog, and I thought it'll be fun to see how evil I am. The quiz is &lt;a href="http://www.the-n.com/quizzes/quiz/3290"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.the-n.com/quizzes/quiz/3290"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.the-n.com/media/quiz/badges/evil_quiz/genius.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're an evil genius.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you're around, the sun goes behind a cloud. It's like there's an evil essence in the air, but nobody ever seems to realize you're the cause. You're menacing and manipulative, but you play innocent so well that you always get away with things. Even if people notice the evil glint in your eye, they tend to mistake it for a friendly sparkle. Now that we know the truth about you, we're going to back away without looking directly at you. Please don't hurt us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling &lt;a href="http://krixstal.blogspot.com/"&gt;Krixie&lt;/a&gt; will agree with this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332790053591641076-2945958452772844013?l=reina-sugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/feeds/2945958452772844013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6332790053591641076&amp;postID=2945958452772844013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/2945958452772844013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/2945958452772844013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/2008/10/rant-quiz-thing.html' title='Rant + Quiz thing'/><author><name>reina-sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934228481627743039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332790053591641076.post-5596791116822882218</id><published>2008-10-22T20:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T21:18:35.655+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random facts'/><title type='text'>Random facts about me, kora!</title><content type='html'>What? I'm bored. *shotshotshot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, some random facts about me that people probably know or don't know about me... there'll probably be more. XP No, it's not a tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go~~&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love cosplaying, but I absolutely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; getting my pictures taken. &lt;/span&gt;Do you know how weird is that, since cosplaying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is all about&lt;/span&gt; taking pictures/getting pictures taken...&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dance and song are part of my passion. &lt;/span&gt;Can't help it. I love singing, and I adore dancing. Nyahaha~&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I really want to try and be a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seiyuu&lt;/span&gt;/voice actor.&lt;/span&gt; It'd be so much fun, bringing voices to characters and stuff...&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know nothing about make up&lt;/span&gt;. XD Surprising? Maybe not to those who know me. ROFL&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I speed-read.&lt;/span&gt; Seriously. A 1000+ pages book? I can finish in half a day... or less, if there are no disturbances.&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ming Han's driving is scary.&lt;/span&gt; LOL nothing to do with me, but he drove me home today after Malaysian Studies exam, and well... "OHMIGOSH MING HAN THERE'S A CAR OVER THERE!!!!!!!!!111!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;7) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love poking people!&lt;/span&gt; Ask &lt;a href="http://trialsofawhiteguy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kamal&lt;/a&gt;. I poked him A LOT today. &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;8) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm a psycho studying psycho.&lt;/span&gt; XD self-explanatory.&lt;br /&gt;9) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The last time I drew a complete drawing was the Chinese New Year holidays. &lt;/span&gt;TTwTT and that was a loooooong time ago...&lt;br /&gt;10) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am sorely amused by the fact that Kamal has fangirls.&lt;/span&gt; XD he does. Really. Right after he debuted as a cosplayer too. Wow. XD&lt;br /&gt;11) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Songs get stuck in my head easily&lt;/span&gt;. Right now, it's Shugo Chara! DOKI's opening song. UGH. Still, it's better than 'I'm too sexy for my shirt'...&lt;br /&gt;12) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julia is my 'mummy'.&lt;/span&gt; XD she became my 'mummy' since I started calling her "MUMMY!" for no reason at the zoo last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;13) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I get hyper a lot. For no reason. &lt;/span&gt;Self-explanatory. XP&lt;br /&gt;14) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My room...is forever in a mess.&lt;/span&gt; And nothing will change it. *shakes fists* NOTHING, I SAY! *killed*&lt;br /&gt;15) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have a tendency to run to arcades in malls. &lt;/span&gt;What? XP&lt;br /&gt;16) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When in a relationship (not that I'm in one &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;), there are two sentences I really like hearing.&lt;/span&gt; Obviously, one is "I love you". *shot for being mushy* The other is "I'll never leave you". *shot for mushy again*&lt;br /&gt;17) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have a lot of favourite quotes. &lt;/span&gt;Some of said quotes are from anime too. XP the most recent quote I like is 「噛み殺す」or "I'll bite you to death". XD&lt;br /&gt;18) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I tend to be a hypocrite&lt;/span&gt;. ROFL aren't we all?&lt;br /&gt;19) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I has g!@nt kun@! 0f D00M!&lt;/span&gt; XP remember this one, Ruz? It's a kunai plushie, actually... but I call it the giant kunai of doom. Nyahaha~~&lt;br /&gt;20) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have a sudden urge to buy a lot of necklaces, rings, and earrings.&lt;/span&gt; O___O I know, weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XDDD And there you have it, kora! Some random facts about me, kora!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332790053591641076-5596791116822882218?l=reina-sugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/feeds/5596791116822882218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6332790053591641076&amp;postID=5596791116822882218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/5596791116822882218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/5596791116822882218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/2008/10/random-facts-about-me-kora.html' title='Random facts about me, kora!'/><author><name>reina-sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934228481627743039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332790053591641076.post-2676527418971402887</id><published>2008-10-12T20:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T21:09:05.265+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>TAG, kora. AGAIN, kora. *kicks Krixie, kora!*</title><content type='html'>Me was tagged by &lt;a href="http://krixstal.blogspot.com/"&gt;Krixie&lt;/a&gt;, so yah, kora!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name : &lt;strike&gt;I actually put my name on my first post, so NICKNAMES here&lt;/strike&gt; Ame-chan/chwan, Ames, Reina, Rixie, Rixena, reina-sugar, and recently, (courtesy of &lt;a href="http://enchantedpink.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lizzie&lt;/a&gt;) Turkey A, kora!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisters : One, kora!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers : None, kora! Unless you count pet brothers, that would be &lt;a href="http://krixstal.blogspot.com/"&gt;Krixie&lt;/a&gt;, kora!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size : 6/7/8, depending on shoe cutting, kora!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height : Methinks it's more than 150cm but less than 160cm, kora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live : In a country, kora. In a state, kora. In a house/apartment unit/condominium unit, kora. In a nice, cozy room, kora!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite drinks : Teh ais, kora! &lt;3 and fruit juices, kora. Oh, and SMOOTHIES, KORA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite breakfast : NASI LEMAK, KORA! Or noodles, kora. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on a plane? : Like duh, kora.  Swam in the ocean : Not too deep out, kora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep at school : When I'm sick, kora. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken someone's heart : Probably yes, kora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell off your chair : Only during secondary/high school, kora!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call : Um... yes, kora. *shifty eyes, kora*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your room like : Neat one minute, messy the next, kora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's right beside you : Handphone, computer mouse, and laptop charger, kora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing you ate : KFC, kora!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had chicken pox : Yes, kora. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sore throat : ...you're joking, right? YES, KORA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stitches : None, kora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken nose : Broken nose, no, kora. Broken bones, no, kora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRACTURES, now that's a yes, kora! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight : Not really, no, kora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like picnics? : Never been on one, so no, kora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you danced with : Either with &lt;a href="http://trialsofawhiteguy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kamal&lt;/a&gt; for CF08 performance, or with &lt;a href="http://pyrofrik.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ruzzy&lt;/a&gt; on DDR, kora!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person made you smile : I dunno, kora. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You last yelled at : Um... the dog, kora!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today did you kissed anyone : Does my mum count? &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get sick : ALMOST ALL THE TIME, KORA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss someone : ...yes, kora. *shifty eyes, kora*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat : Now? Nothing, kora!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best feeling in the world : Feeling like a burden was lifted off your shoulders, kora!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with stuffed animals : LOL SURPRISE, SURPRISE, KORA! YES, KORA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's under your bed : A lot of random stuff, kora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you really hate : Right now, it's more of a thing, kora. *shakes fist, kora* CURSE YOU HTML ON BLOGGER, KORA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time : 9:03PM, kora!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I was doing 10 years ago :&lt;br /&gt;7 years old in standard 2, kora...hmm, kora...&lt;br /&gt;# Going to organ class, kora&lt;br /&gt;# Starting to hate maths, kora&lt;br /&gt;# Going to school, kora&lt;br /&gt;# DRAW, KORA! TTwTT I miss drawing, kora...&lt;br /&gt;# Play around, kora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things on my to-do list today :&lt;br /&gt;At 9:05PM, kora?&lt;br /&gt;# Finish this tag, kora&lt;br /&gt;# Check the role-play forums, kora&lt;br /&gt;# Check MORE forums, kora&lt;br /&gt;# Watch Shugo Chara, kora&lt;br /&gt;# Sleep, kora ...amongst others, kora!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 snacks I enjoy :&lt;br /&gt;# ICE CREAM, KORA!&lt;br /&gt;# Junk food, kora&lt;br /&gt;# Mentos, kora&lt;br /&gt;# Bubble gum, kora! (I don't care if it's not a snack, kora!)&lt;br /&gt;# French fries, kora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I would do if I were a billionaire :&lt;br /&gt;# Get a house in Desa Park City, kora&lt;br /&gt;# Get a car, kora!&lt;br /&gt;# Save, save, SAVE, kora!&lt;br /&gt;# Um... get into a sewing class, kora&lt;br /&gt;# Donate some to charity, kora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 of my bad habits : #&lt;br /&gt;'Assaulting' &lt;a href="http://krixstal.blogspot.com/"&gt;Krixie&lt;/a&gt;, kora!&lt;br /&gt;# Poking people, kora&lt;br /&gt;# Running around even when I'm injured, kora&lt;br /&gt;# Reminding &lt;a href="http://krixstal.blogspot.com/"&gt;Krixie&lt;/a&gt; that sleeping in class is bad, kora&lt;br /&gt;# Being childish sometimes, kora!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 places I have lived/stayed a night in :&lt;br /&gt;# Um... my room, kora&lt;br /&gt;# Cousin's/aunt's/uncle's house, kora&lt;br /&gt;# Ipoh, kora&lt;br /&gt;# Penang, kora&lt;br /&gt;# Places out of Malaysia, kora!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I will do after completing what I'm busy with :&lt;br /&gt;# Go online, kora&lt;br /&gt;# Read some fanfiction, kora&lt;br /&gt;# Go on youtube, kora&lt;br /&gt;# Check/read manga updates, kora&lt;br /&gt;# Complain that I'm bored, kora!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag :&lt;br /&gt;...too lazy to tag, kora!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Note: Tag was done yesterday, kora!]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332790053591641076-2676527418971402887?l=reina-sugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/feeds/2676527418971402887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6332790053591641076&amp;postID=2676527418971402887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/2676527418971402887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/2676527418971402887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/2008/10/tag-kora-again-kora-kicks-krixie-kora.html' title='TAG, kora. AGAIN, kora. *kicks Krixie, kora!*'/><author><name>reina-sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934228481627743039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332790053591641076.post-2838850338974989405</id><published>2008-10-08T20:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T20:31:23.651+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>Tagged~~</title><content type='html'>Waaaaaah I hate you &lt;a href="http://trialsofawhiteguy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kamal&lt;/a&gt;! TTwTT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaaaay, here &lt;strike&gt;we&lt;/strike&gt; I go~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG!&lt;br /&gt;1. Post these rules before you give your facts.&lt;br /&gt;2. List 8 random facts about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;3. At the end of your post, choose 8 people to tag and list their names, linking to them.&lt;br /&gt;4. Leave a comment on their blog, letting them know they're tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random facts about me... hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;1. Even though I plan to study journalism, I aspire to be a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seiyuu&lt;/span&gt; (voice actor). But since my target is like... Japanese animation, it's unlikely. *hides in a corner and cries*&lt;br /&gt;2. Role-playing in forums is &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;3. Even though I role-play, when cosplaying, I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never, EVER&lt;/span&gt;, in character!&lt;br /&gt;4. I am the main vocalist in a band that has yet to debut LOL! (Watch out for us in Comic Fiesta 2008!)&lt;br /&gt;5. I am &lt;a href="http://trialsofawhiteguy.blogspot.com/"&gt;the-person-who-tagged-me&lt;/a&gt; dance sifu! : 3&lt;br /&gt;6. I am a taekwondo second-dan black belt holder. ^^v&lt;br /&gt;7. Kondo Takashi is &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;8. About two or three weeks ago, my hair was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who to tag...?&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://krixstal.blogspot.com/"&gt;Krixie/Ming Han&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/"&gt;Deanna/NANA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://gula-melaka.blogspot.com/"&gt;Suza-ness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://pyrofrik.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ruzzy/Meh partner in crime! &lt;3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://enchantedpink.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lizzie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://monkeyvicious.blogspot.com/"&gt;Baphy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://chinese-tea-kingdom.blogspot.com/"&gt;The other half of the Ame-Ame combo!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;a href="http://platinum-platform.blogspot.com/"&gt;Band keyboardist! &lt;3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332790053591641076-2838850338974989405?l=reina-sugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/feeds/2838850338974989405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6332790053591641076&amp;postID=2838850338974989405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/2838850338974989405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/2838850338974989405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged.html' title='Tagged~~'/><author><name>reina-sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934228481627743039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332790053591641076.post-5770240214017818560</id><published>2008-09-12T19:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T23:40:25.453+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Berryz Koubou'/><title type='text'>Songs obsession</title><content type='html'>I have two new song obsessions - from one out of two of my current all-time favourite Japanese teen idol group &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Berryz Koubou&lt;/span&gt;; literally 'Berryz Workshop'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I move on, here's the background information of this seven-teen group (taken from Wikipedia - it has quite a lot of info, but Imma putting up the group's main background info; member info and pictures taken from &lt;a href="http://www.helloproject.com/"&gt;HelloP&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.helloproject.com/"&gt;roje&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.helloproject.com/"&gt;ct&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.helloproject.com/"&gt;.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strike&gt;this will be a loooong post&lt;/strike&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ART!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hellproject.com/images/ba5998293aeb755e63e755958bf20b27e775d071/Image_8762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 225px;" src="http://www.hellproject.com/images/ba5998293aeb755e63e755958bf20b27e775d071/Image_8762.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;b&gt;Berryz Kobo&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;span class="tnihongokanji"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="ja"&gt;Berryz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="tnihongokanji"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;工&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="tnihongokanji"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="JA"&gt;房&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="tnihongocomma"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="tnihongonorom"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="tnihongoromaji"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;Berryz Kobo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; literally 'Berryz Workshop'. Sometimes romanized as &lt;b&gt;Berryz Koubou&lt;/b&gt; or &lt;b&gt;Berryz Kōbō&lt;/b&gt;) is a J-pop group within Hello! Project. The original eight members are originally from Hello! Project Kids and often are back-up dancers for W (Double You)'s music videos. Prior to the band's formation, some members worked with members of Morning Musume in such side projects as Aa! and ZYX, and in the Mini Moni movie &lt;i&gt;Okashina Da&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;ibo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;u&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;ken&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;p&gt;They were first announced at a Hello! Project Club Event on January 14, 2004. Hello! Project promoted the band by releasing three singles within a month of each other, starting in March 2004 with "Anata Nashi de wa Ikite Yukenai". Their first album, &lt;i&gt;1st Cho Berryz&lt;/i&gt;, followed the trilogy of debut singles in July 2004.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In February 2007, Berryz Kobo made news headlines after it was announced that the group would be holding a concert at Saitama Super Arena on April 1. Not only did the tickets for the two performances sell out (a total of 20,000 seats) almost two months before the premiere, but this event also marked an historical record in that the band officially became the first to perform in the arena, whose members average age did not exceed 14 years (thereby dethroning Morning Musume, whose average was 16.3).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Members:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hellproject.com/images/6b888fbe3effa5621983066607c5e0701bc7625e/Shimizu_Saki_6275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 323px;" src="http://www.hellproject.com/images/6b888fbe3effa5621983066607c5e0701bc7625e/Shimizu_Saki_6275.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul id="person-details"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name: &lt;/strong&gt;Shimizu Saki (清水佐紀)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nickname(s): &lt;/strong&gt;Saki-chan, Captain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello! Project Status:&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;ol class="statuslist"&gt;&lt;li&gt;2002-06-30: Member&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date of Bi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rth: &lt;/strong&gt;1991-11-22&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Age:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;16 years&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Place of Bir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;th: &lt;/strong&gt;Tokyo, Japan &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blood type: &lt;/strong&gt;O&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The oldest member and "Captain" of Berryz Koubou. Was a member of two-shot(?) group &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ZYX&lt;/span&gt; [together with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Morning Musume&lt;/span&gt;'s  Yaguchi Mari, Tsugunaga Momoko, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C-ute&lt;/span&gt; 's (leader) Yajima Maimi, Umeda Erika and (graduated member) Murakami Megumi]. Also member in another group, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;High-King&lt;/span&gt;, with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Morning Musume&lt;/span&gt;'s Takahashi Ai and Tanaka Reina, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C-ute&lt;/span&gt;'s leader Yajima Maimi, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hello! P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ro Egg&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span&gt;Maeda Yuuka&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hellproject.com/images/0fe524ad4b4c1add6d1d03cbb9d9cc00b35b2d40/Tsugunaga_Momoko_4942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 386px;" src="http://www.hellproject.com/images/0fe524ad4b4c1add6d1d03cbb9d9cc00b35b2d40/Tsugunaga_Momoko_4942.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul id="person-details"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name: &lt;/strong&gt;Tsugunaga Momoko (嗣永桃子)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nickname(s): &lt;/strong&gt;Momo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello! Project Status:&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;ol class="statuslist"&gt;&lt;li&gt;2002-06-30: Member&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date of Birth: &lt;/strong&gt;1992-03-06&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Age: &lt;/strong&gt;16 years&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Place of Bi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rth:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Tokyo, Japan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;od type: &lt;/strong&gt;O &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Was a member of two-shot(?) group &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ZYX&lt;/span&gt; [together with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Morning Musume&lt;/span&gt;'s Yaguchi Mari, Shimizu Saki, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C-ute&lt;/span&gt;'s (leader) Y ajima Maimi, Umeda Erika and (graduated member) Murakami Megumi]. Self-proclaimed leader of sub-group &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Buono!&lt;/span&gt; with Natsuyaki Miyabi and sister group &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C-ute&lt;/span&gt;'s Suzuki Airi.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hellproject.com/images/79706292d17e141b20c1b47b168777dc7c22267d/Tokunaga_Chinami_7540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 399px;" src="http://www.hellproject.com/images/79706292d17e141b20c1b47b168777dc7c22267d/Tokunaga_Chinami_7540.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul id="person-details"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name: &lt;/strong&gt;Tokunaga Chinami (徳永千奈美)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello! Pro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;je&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ct Status:&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;ol class="statuslist"&gt;&lt;li&gt;2002-06-30: Member&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date of Birth: &lt;/strong&gt;1992-05-22&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Age: &lt;/strong&gt;16 years&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Place of Birth: &lt;/strong&gt;Kanagawa, Japan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; t&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ype: &lt;/strong&gt;O&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The one in-charge of humour (read: making puns) in the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hellproject.com/images/f86b38368148bbfc0632ff788b700843c75f3bf9/Suudou_Maasa_4727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 372px;" src="http://www.hellproject.com/images/f86b38368148bbfc0632ff788b700843c75f3bf9/Suudou_Maasa_4727.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul id="person-details"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name: &lt;/strong&gt;Suudou Maasa (須藤茉麻)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nickname(s): &lt;/strong&gt;Maa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello! Project Status:&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;ol class="statuslist"&gt;&lt;li&gt;2002-06-30: Member&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date of &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Birth: &lt;/strong&gt;1992-07-03&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Age: &lt;/strong&gt;16 years&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Place of Birth: &lt;/strong&gt;Tokyo, Japan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blood ty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pe:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hellproject.com/images/2d327703b19f727a7d380d3db7c4110442504d25/Natsuyaki_Miyabi_3563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 390px;" src="http://www.hellproject.com/images/2d327703b19f727a7d380d3db7c4110442504d25/Natsuyaki_Miyabi_3563.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul id="person-details"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name: &lt;/strong&gt;Natsuyaki Miyabi (夏焼雅)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nickname(s): &lt;/strong&gt;Miya&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello! Pro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ject Status:&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;ol class="statuslist"&gt;&lt;li&gt;2002-06-30: Member&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date of Birth: &lt;/strong&gt;1992-08-25&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Age: &lt;/strong&gt;16 years&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Place of Birth: &lt;/strong&gt;Chiba, Japan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blood &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;type: &lt;/strong&gt;O&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Was a member of one-shot group &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aa!&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Morning Musume&lt;/span&gt;'s T anaka Reina and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C-ute&lt;/span&gt;'s Suzuki Airi. Also member of sub-group &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Buono!&lt;/span&gt; with Tsugunaga Momoko and sister group &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C-ute&lt;/span&gt;'s Suzuki Airi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hellproject.com/images/73d524a46c8714a743a49e7bbdd518b64569e7da/Kumai_Yurina_5665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 399px;" src="http://www.hellproject.com/images/73d524a46c8714a743a49e7bbdd518b64569e7da/Kumai_Yurina_5665.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul id="person-details"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name: &lt;/strong&gt;Kumai Yurina (熊井友理奈)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nickname(s): &lt;/strong&gt;Yuri&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello! Project Status:&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;ol class="statuslist"&gt;&lt;li&gt;2002-06-30: Member&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date of Birth: &lt;/strong&gt;1993-08-03&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Age: &lt;/strong&gt;15 years&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Place of Birth: &lt;/strong&gt;Kanagawa, Japan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blood type: &lt;/strong&gt;B&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The tallest member of Hello! Project at around 178cm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hellproject.com/images/c6f0134b6b0048d99dfa86d6ae903fb4c6c928d1/Sugaya_Risako_37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 364px;" src="http://www.hellproject.com/images/c6f0134b6b0048d99dfa86d6ae903fb4c6c928d1/Sugaya_Risako_37.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul id="person-details"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name: &lt;/strong&gt;Sugaya Risako (菅谷梨沙子)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nickname(s): &lt;/strong&gt;Rii&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello! Project Status:&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;ol class="statuslist"&gt;&lt;li&gt;2002-06-30: Member&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date of Birth: &lt;/strong&gt;1994-04-04&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Age: &lt;/strong&gt;14 years&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Place of Birth: &lt;/strong&gt;Kanagawa, Japan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blood type: &lt;/strong&gt;A&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of the main faces of Berryz Koubou, Risako became the first Hello! Project Kid to get a solo photobook, and she has taken on several acting roles. Risako also had a modelling contract with Pichi Lemon magazine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Graduated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hellproject.com/images/2b845e7a5b2632c427e45fd1c1ea2b6593bca735/Ishimura_Maiha_19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 384px;" src="http://www.hellproject.com/images/2b845e7a5b2632c427e45fd1c1ea2b6593bca735/Ishimura_Maiha_19.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul id="person-details"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name: &lt;/strong&gt;Ishimura Maiha (石村舞波)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nickname(s): &lt;/strong&gt;Maihacchi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello! Project Status:&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;ol class="statuslist"&gt;&lt;li&gt;2002-06-30: Member&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2005-10-02: Graduated&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date of Birth: &lt;/strong&gt;1992-11-20&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Age: &lt;/strong&gt;15 years&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Place of Birth: &lt;/strong&gt;Chiba, Japan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blood type: &lt;/strong&gt;B&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maiha joined from the Hello! Project Kids audition, and was a member of Berryz Koubou. She graduated from the Hello! Project at the end of the "Berryz Koubou ~Switch On!~" tour in October 2005 to concentrate on her schoolwork.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;END!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said two songs are from their newest album &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5(Five)&lt;/span&gt; - yes, it's their fifth album... they have eleven song in this album. The two songs I'm obsessed with currently are '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baka ni Shinai de&lt;/span&gt;' and '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah Merry-Go-Round&lt;/span&gt;' - both the third and fifth track in the album respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Would have a picture of Captain, Miyabi, Yurina and Risako here, but can't find any with all four of them in the same picture without the other members. &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baka ni Shinai de&lt;/span&gt;' - literally translated to 'don't be an idiot' by me - is sung by Sugaya Risako (the main vocalist of the group, but needs to get less lines and camera time IMO), Natsuyaki Miyabi (another one of the main vocalist), Kumai Yurina (uh... sub-vocalist? LOL) and Captain Shimizu Saki (she needs more lines! D&lt; [yes, I'm a Saki fan, so sue me &gt;&lt;]).       &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hellproject.com/images/9f12d719eec4c6831a73d9fd51f31a0875f2534e/Image_5065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.hellproject.com/images/9f12d719eec4c6831a73d9fd51f31a0875f2534e/Image_5065.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They look so darn cute, ADMIT IT! &gt;&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah Merry-Go-Round&lt;/span&gt;' - no translation needed - is sung by Captain Shimizu Saki and Tsugunaga Momoko (another main vocalist). I have been waiting for a duet between these two (there was one in an earlier album with Captain Shimizu Saki and Natsuyaki Miyabi called '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sprinter&lt;/span&gt;') and here it is! Whooo! Their voices compliment each other's so well, from what I read from the reviews, they were surprised - Momoko has a pretty high-pitched voice, and Captain's voice is slightly on the low side IMO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here, I present... the preview of their album, 5(Five). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vid credits to youtube and the uploader LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KbLrBLO7ZWI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KbLrBLO7ZWI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I end my spam. LOL~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332790053591641076-5770240214017818560?l=reina-sugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/feeds/5770240214017818560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6332790053591641076&amp;postID=5770240214017818560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/5770240214017818560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/5770240214017818560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/2008/09/songs-obsession.html' title='Songs obsession'/><author><name>reina-sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934228481627743039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332790053591641076.post-6775546941904823375</id><published>2008-09-06T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T23:25:44.569+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spam'/><title type='text'>RANDOM SPAM!</title><content type='html'>XD yes indeed. Random spam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking with &lt;a href="http://diva-dagger.blogspot.com/"&gt;NANA&lt;/a&gt; and then she was all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NANA: We should make a song for our RP charies.&lt;br /&gt;Rixie: LOL Okay!&lt;br /&gt;Rixie: ...it's to the Cloud Song rhythm, right?&lt;br /&gt;NANA: LOL yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(BTW, the Cloud song. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PrZQIayUnbA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PrZQIayUnbA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea. Here it is... the random spam. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my Role-Play character's name is Kairi. &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;My name is Kairi&lt;br /&gt;I have two daggers&lt;br /&gt;I have no family&lt;br /&gt;So I'm independent&lt;br /&gt;My elements are&lt;br /&gt;Fire and Wind&lt;br /&gt;And as a plus;&lt;br /&gt;my daggers change elements!&lt;br /&gt;And when I fight&lt;br /&gt;You be afraid!&lt;br /&gt;Because my speed&lt;br /&gt;Is way up there~~&lt;br /&gt;And I will eat&lt;br /&gt;A lot of maggie-mee&lt;br /&gt;So when I'm hungry&lt;br /&gt;I can still go 'whee'!&lt;br /&gt;Because I am Kairi&lt;br /&gt;I look over the village of Hissori~&lt;br /&gt;And I have way too many traps&lt;br /&gt;in this huge mansion I live in!&lt;br /&gt;If I can't find you&lt;br /&gt;then it's just fine&lt;br /&gt;Because my friend Jote&lt;br /&gt;will surely do~&lt;br /&gt;And I will fight&lt;br /&gt;That Decorum&lt;br /&gt;because I think he's drunk&lt;br /&gt;on a bottle of rum!&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/6332790053591641076-6775546941904823375?l=reina-sugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/feeds/6775546941904823375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6332790053591641076&amp;postID=6775546941904823375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/6775546941904823375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/6775546941904823375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/2008/09/random-spam.html' title='RANDOM SPAM!'/><author><name>reina-sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934228481627743039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332790053591641076.post-6502577373732313034</id><published>2008-08-28T19:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T19:45:48.787+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spam'/><title type='text'>&gt;D</title><content type='html'>THERE &lt;a href='http://krixstal.blogspot.com'&gt;KRIXIE&lt;/a&gt;, I POSTED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bohahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see... what's going on now... Yes, yes... One thing I must say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SURPRISINGLY DO NOT HAVE THE LOWEST MARKS FOR HISTORY! &lt;33333 Lucky! I hope it continues that way~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's an anime convention - ACGC (Anime Comic Games Circle) on the 27th and 28th of September in... Mid Valley? Don't really remember...lol I gotta bug &lt;a href='http://trialsofawhiteguy.blogspot.com'&gt;Reno-san&lt;/a&gt; about it again. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... yes, yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comic Fiesta 2008 at Sunway Pyramid Convention Center, 20th and 21st December.  I'm not sure if I'll cosplay (most likely no LOL). A group of people and I will be doing C-ute's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tokaikko Junjou&lt;/span&gt; if all goes well (we haven't even met up for practice yet wtf). And ZOMGWTFBBQ band performance. Not sure which day yet though. And WTF IMMA MAIN VOCALIST! *jumps off building*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gets a boot to the head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL outz~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332790053591641076-6502577373732313034?l=reina-sugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/feeds/6502577373732313034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6332790053591641076&amp;postID=6502577373732313034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/6502577373732313034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/6502577373732313034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/2008/08/d.html' title='&gt;D'/><author><name>reina-sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934228481627743039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332790053591641076.post-6558826942773508697</id><published>2008-08-11T14:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T14:48:58.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And another poem~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moving On&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So long, farewell,&lt;br /&gt;I wish to say goodbye;&lt;br /&gt;to you, to you,&lt;br /&gt;to you and you and you”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what they say,&lt;br /&gt;I will move on.&lt;br /&gt;You will not hinder my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;nor will you with my sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will move on.&lt;br /&gt;I am not afraid of what come may&lt;br /&gt;I will believe in myself…&lt;br /&gt;my friends…&lt;br /&gt;and all that I stand for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not,&lt;br /&gt;no matter how much I love you,&lt;br /&gt;no matter how much I long for you,&lt;br /&gt;if that’s what I said, it is what I’ll go with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This… is the way I am.&lt;br /&gt;So if you want me to return,&lt;br /&gt;I apologize, but&lt;br /&gt;you have had your chance.&lt;br /&gt;I will move on&lt;br /&gt;and you will not stop me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I am me&lt;br /&gt;and this is the way I am.&lt;br /&gt;You have had your chance.&lt;br /&gt;Well, what can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deal with it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poem (c) Amelia, August 11, 2008&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahaha~~ I amuse myself with poetry today. *shot* &lt;strike&gt;To those I worried, sorry and thank you.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332790053591641076-6558826942773508697?l=reina-sugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/feeds/6558826942773508697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6332790053591641076&amp;postID=6558826942773508697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/6558826942773508697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/6558826942773508697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-another-poem.html' title='And another poem~'/><author><name>reina-sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934228481627743039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332790053591641076.post-6075466204725492929</id><published>2008-08-11T13:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T13:54:11.962+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>A random poem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Was it worth it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Lying awake on the cold hard floor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I sigh and wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;with tears down my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;if all this pain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;was worth it?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I loved you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I still do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;For time and again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I tried and tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;to change,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;to cope,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;to be for your liking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;but all this pain I feel now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;was it worth it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;And now, I try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I try to save us both,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I try to do so as a person with two persons part,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;but all this misery that comes with it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;was it worth it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I do not know of the answer now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;nor will I in the near future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;or when I look in the past...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;but really,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;one as special as you deserves the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;and I fear I am not good enough...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;As such,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I will shoulder and bear this pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;this misery,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;this despair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;this retarded hope I have for both of us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;and pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I will pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;for your happiness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;for your joy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;for that crazy void in your heart to be filled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;by someone who can hopefully do so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;as that person is not me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;as much as I wish it to be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;But still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;in the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;the question remains...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;was it worth it;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;all this pain, misery, despair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;...well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I cannot really say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;but if my pain, misery, despair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;equals to your happiness, joy, fulfillment...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;then... perhaps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;yes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;it is all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poem (c) Amelia, August 11, 2008&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I find it funny how I come up with poetry sometimes... huh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332790053591641076-6075466204725492929?l=reina-sugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/feeds/6075466204725492929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6332790053591641076&amp;postID=6075466204725492929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/6075466204725492929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/6075466204725492929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/2008/08/random-poem.html' title='A random poem...'/><author><name>reina-sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934228481627743039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332790053591641076.post-2837154238614748392</id><published>2008-08-05T13:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T13:53:45.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still alive~</title><content type='html'>Yes~ Imma alive! *shotshotshotshotshot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I've been pretty busy~ what with my second semester starting (and with that, major assignments, minor assignments, quizes, tests and the like comes with OTL), my driving lessons (I got my P license! I can drive around now WHOOOO! &lt;i&gt;No, I didn't crash anything&lt;/i&gt;) and &lt;i&gt;someone&lt;/i&gt; on my mind right now (shush, you people who know what I mean XP).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Taylor's Anime Fest was, as I keep saying and some fellow friends agree on, was EPIC PHAIL. I mean really. Major stressure. Even randomly popping up on stage with &lt;a href="http://gula-melaka.blogspot.com/"&gt;Suza-ness&lt;/a&gt; and Ice-cream (that I have nothing to link her to D:) to dance the ever popular (and extremely overdone) Hare Hare Yukai didn't help save it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0nWAXy-EHjY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0nWAXy-EHjY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;For whoever's interested to see. Imma the one doing Haruhi's (a.k.a the center) part&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I sang two songs for the event. My voice kept cracking, so it was MAJOR EPIC PHAIL. Usually I can't reach the extremely high notes, but this time round, I reached the high notes but not the notes I usually reach. Like WTF?! *jumps off building* I lost my voice after that and fell sick soon after. Damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else are there...? I've been given a whole bunch of new nicknames based off my &lt;a href="http://gendou.com/"&gt;Gendou&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://z15.invisionfree.com/t_i_m_o_t_e_i/index.php"&gt;Timotei&lt;/a&gt; forums' nickname, Rixena (which is actually an Organization XIII/Kingdom Hearts 2 styled name for Reina, part of my &lt;a href="http://comicfiesta.com/forum"&gt;Comic Fiesta&lt;/a&gt; nickname, reina-sugar).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They started calling me 'RIXIEPIXIEDIXIEMIXIE' or 'MIXIEPIXIEDIXIERIXIE'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, lolwhut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... major assignments coming up. Whooooooo~ *jumps off building again* Sheesh, there goes my gaming time. Not that I had any in my first semester, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and dad? I need a new microphone. &lt;i&gt;Again&lt;/i&gt;. Maybe we should get one that isn't too cheap this time round, since sometimes I scream into the microphone when recording my singing. That's why I don't have any new recordings up on my putfile. Huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cosplay plans... are unfortunately, put on hold. I think I'll still go on with my Rutee (Tales of Destiny) cosplay, since it's relatively easy (I can just mix and match stuff that can be bought, no biggie). But my next year cosplay plans are most likely going down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe cosplay should be a every 2 years once thing. That way I won't spend as much money. Damnit, I need to learn how to sew. XD Ahahaha like that will ever happen! XD Imma such a lazy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's basically it nyo~ &lt;s&gt;yes I know my life's boring XD&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well ja~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332790053591641076-2837154238614748392?l=reina-sugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/feeds/2837154238614748392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6332790053591641076&amp;postID=2837154238614748392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/2837154238614748392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/2837154238614748392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/2008/08/still-alive.html' title='Still alive~'/><author><name>reina-sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934228481627743039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332790053591641076.post-730589541321941820</id><published>2008-06-21T15:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T16:03:47.702+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nyaha'/><title type='text'>Suzanne... YOU EVIL! D:</title><content type='html'>Tagged by &lt;a href='http://gula-melaka.blogspot.com'&gt;Suza-ness&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Name one person who always text you ??&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... currently? Eng Seng. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you think some people are born stupid ??&lt;br /&gt;Depends... some I would say yes, some I would say no. Nyaha *shot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Name one negative thing about you ??&lt;br /&gt;I'm an indecisive person. 8D Deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What were you doing the past 30 minutes ??&lt;br /&gt;Recording a song. 8D &lt;a href='http://media.putfile.com/CinderellaComplex'&gt;Cinderella\Complex&lt;/a&gt;, whoever's interested in listening *shot for self-advertising*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What kind of dance would you like to learn if you have the chance ??&lt;br /&gt;XD I always learn my dances from PVs, so Imma happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever tried gymnastics ??&lt;br /&gt;Nope. But I can cartwheel and do side-splits. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What was the last thing you bought today ??&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go out. &gt;=3 nyaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you talk a lot ??&lt;br /&gt;HMMMM... No clue. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you believe that love is blind ??&lt;br /&gt;Have always been a non-believer, will always be a non-believer. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. How was your day yesterday ??&lt;br /&gt;Boring. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the last ice-cream flavor you had ??&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla~ I love vanilla. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How do people describe you as ??&lt;br /&gt;Crazy, weird, random, always bored, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Are you content with your life ??&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy with it, if that's what you're asking. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do people think you're crazy ??&lt;br /&gt;Heck YES! &gt;=3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you consider yourself smart ??&lt;br /&gt;A complete blurcase, yes, but I think I'm pretty smart. THINK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What color do you hate ??&lt;br /&gt;Oh, this is easy... PINK. D&lt; Hate this color... *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What are the reasons of you living ??&lt;br /&gt;Um... because I'm not dead? XD No, seriously. But, I suppose it's because I want to experience new things~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Name one of your close friend.&lt;br /&gt;Ruzhafir~ I call him nasi goreng kampung. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Who is the first person in your phonebook ??&lt;br /&gt;Haha... a college mate. Man, I seem to know a lot of 'Aaron's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you believe love at the first sight will be forever ??&lt;br /&gt;Imma a major non-believer. BOHAHAHA *shot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Tag 5 friends of your:&lt;br /&gt;NOT GONNA! &gt;=3 NYAHAHAHA~ *shot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, tag from Suza-ness aside... &lt;s&gt;*shakes fists* CURSE YOU, SUZANNE! D:&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I didn't post anything in here in a looooooong time... I nearly forgotten I had a blog. O_o;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deserve to be shot. *is shot multiple times with a machine gun orz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what... hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much going on in my life... except I'm on holiday from college (SEM 1's GONE WHOOOO), I'm learning how to drive, am obsessed with yet ANOTHER Hello! Project song, is being lazy, have a taekwondo competition coming up on the 5th and 6th of July... hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, nothing much. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~outz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332790053591641076-730589541321941820?l=reina-sugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/feeds/730589541321941820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6332790053591641076&amp;postID=730589541321941820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/730589541321941820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/730589541321941820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/2008/06/suzanne-you-evil-d.html' title='Suzanne... YOU EVIL! D:'/><author><name>reina-sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934228481627743039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332790053591641076.post-2722020698870354412</id><published>2008-05-29T19:59:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T22:34:29.474+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='end of sem one'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Last day of sem one 8DD</title><content type='html'>Today's the last day of &lt;s&gt;classes for&lt;/s&gt; semester one for those of us in the ICPU program.  So guess what I did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went crazy with my digicam and handphone cam when when my digicam ran out of battery.  &lt;s&gt;Muahahahahahahaha fear the shutter-happy person!&lt;/s&gt; So first up, my first class; INDIVIDUALS AND FAMILIES IN A DIVERSE SOCIETY &lt;s&gt;read: social science *shot*&lt;/s&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/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6fHtznpvI/AAAAAAAAAA8/rXMSo7c1lG0/s1600-h/P5290137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6fHtznpvI/AAAAAAAAAA8/rXMSo7c1lG0/s320/P5290137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205773174190876402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From left: Francesca, Tia and Shiori...&lt;br /&gt;showing off their awesome T-Shirts LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6fINznpwI/AAAAAAAAABE/MiwVNhrIlsM/s1600-h/P5290139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6fINznpwI/AAAAAAAAABE/MiwVNhrIlsM/s320/P5290139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205773182780811010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Michelle~ I guess she was bored XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6fIdznpxI/AAAAAAAAABM/oVq1Y4_Ib7o/s1600-h/P5290140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6fIdznpxI/AAAAAAAAABM/oVq1Y4_Ib7o/s320/P5290140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205773187075778322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From left: Ee Von and Alia. They were doing Accounts&lt;br /&gt;in a Social Science class, hence the calculator XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6fItznpyI/AAAAAAAAABU/O8eXWBe_cAw/s1600-h/P5290141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6fItznpyI/AAAAAAAAABU/O8eXWBe_cAw/s320/P5290141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205773191370745634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our teacher/lecturer, Mr. Kenneth.&lt;br /&gt;He makes a cute nerd. Srsly. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6fJNznpzI/AAAAAAAAABc/NIqpsGzqEko/s1600-h/P5290142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6fJNznpzI/AAAAAAAAABc/NIqpsGzqEko/s320/P5290142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205773199960680242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Francesca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; with her awesome T-Shirt&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a POND STAR" LOLWHUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6g6tznp0I/AAAAAAAAABk/ewC5qpyf6Ac/s1600-h/P5290143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6g6tznp0I/AAAAAAAAABk/ewC5qpyf6Ac/s320/P5290143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205775149875832642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Period 2's group photo!&lt;br /&gt;Not all of us in here though...&lt;br /&gt;If you spot me I hail you 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6g7Nznp1I/AAAAAAAAABs/SyuXmOUGfeM/s1600-h/P5290144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6g7Nznp1I/AAAAAAAAABs/SyuXmOUGfeM/s320/P5290144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205775158465767250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Francesca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'s a fun person to take a photo of 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6g7dznp2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/TGeDOIf2PkY/s1600-h/P5290145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6g7dznp2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/TGeDOIf2PkY/s320/P5290145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205775162760734562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Top: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Francesca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bottom, from left: Tia and Shiori&lt;br /&gt;LOL How random can we get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6g7tznp3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/YovetnOsygY/s1600-h/P5290146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6g7tznp3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/YovetnOsygY/s320/P5290146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205775167055701874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From left: Michelle, Rebecca (who refused to look at&lt;br /&gt;the camera DX), Sally and Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;Notice the fact that Sally's playing a Nintendo DS&lt;br /&gt;while the others are studying. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND A RANDOM VIDEO!&lt;br /&gt;RECORDED BY DEANNA AND HER&lt;br /&gt;'HIGH-TECH TOUCH SCREEN CAMERA'&lt;br /&gt;(AS QUOTED FROM TIA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6xSdznqbI/AAAAAAAAAGc/YdEfsPnYIKo/s1600-h/DSC00111.JPG"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1ef758e73288c530" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1ef758e73288c530%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329928176%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D860E3C27137B2902A2498F9126AC0BC387048901.78AEF8F7E5AADC4E674F014972E4FE1305095115%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1ef758e73288c530%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFJSQtnIppkV9cKhf-rc7-b9lils&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1ef758e73288c530%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329928176%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D860E3C27137B2902A2498F9126AC0BC387048901.78AEF8F7E5AADC4E674F014972E4FE1305095115%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1ef758e73288c530%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFJSQtnIppkV9cKhf-rc7-b9lils&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After that was World Issues &lt;s&gt;of which I forgotten the whole name&lt;/s&gt;... There aren't that many photos here... we were all &lt;s&gt;talking and messing around with cameras&lt;/s&gt; revising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6kdtznp4I/AAAAAAAAACE/zB1weGkip-4/s1600-h/P5290147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6kdtznp4I/AAAAAAAAACE/zB1weGkip-4/s320/P5290147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205779049706137474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Salman...&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if he knows how 'off' this looks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6kfdznp5I/AAAAAAAAACM/tvLCqjQNqxk/s1600-h/P5290148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6kfdznp5I/AAAAAAAAACM/tvLCqjQNqxk/s320/P5290148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205779079770908562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr. K, our teacher/lecturer for this course...&lt;br /&gt;Hard at work? 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6kf9znp6I/AAAAAAAAACU/5AaL2281lPU/s1600-h/P5290149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6kf9znp6I/AAAAAAAAACU/5AaL2281lPU/s320/P5290149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205779088360843170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shiori messes with Salman's camera&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6kgdznp7I/AAAAAAAAACc/qmPX2KWGyjg/s1600-h/P5290151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6kgdznp7I/AAAAAAAAACc/qmPX2KWGyjg/s320/P5290151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205779096950777778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shantini... such a good girl....&lt;br /&gt;She studies. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6kgtznp8I/AAAAAAAAACk/WD60NrMRiT4/s1600-h/P5290155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6kgtznp8I/AAAAAAAAACk/WD60NrMRiT4/s320/P5290155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205779101245745090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Salman... again.&lt;br /&gt;OTL Blur photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6l_tznp9I/AAAAAAAAACs/OevY2MA1Dbs/s1600-h/P5290156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6l_tznp9I/AAAAAAAAACs/OevY2MA1Dbs/s320/P5290156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205780733333317586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again with the blur photo.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what Zoe was doing&lt;br /&gt;with that... wrapping paper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6mAdznp-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/bFLxiqtZfYs/s1600-h/P5290157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6mAdznp-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/bFLxiqtZfYs/s320/P5290157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205780746218219490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World Issues period 3 group photo!&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, we actually have more than this&lt;br /&gt;in class...&lt;br /&gt;From left: Shi Kan (methinks his name's spelt this way), Zoe,&lt;br /&gt;Shiori, Mr. K, me (at back), Joanne,&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth and Shantini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And after that was Computer and Information Science class (read: Java programming)~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6nTNznp_I/AAAAAAAAAC8/OmVDkuTS14Y/s1600-h/P5290160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6nTNznp_I/AAAAAAAAAC8/OmVDkuTS14Y/s320/P5290160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205782167852394482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Mr. Chai, the teacher/lecturer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6nTdznqAI/AAAAAAAAADE/od--_G68jc4/s1600-h/P5290161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6nTdznqAI/AAAAAAAAADE/od--_G68jc4/s320/P5290161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205782172147361794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me no remember their names, but&lt;br /&gt;WTF~ I talk to them 8D *shot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6nT9znqBI/AAAAAAAAADM/1VOenPg3yC8/s1600-h/P5290162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6nT9znqBI/AAAAAAAAADM/1VOenPg3yC8/s320/P5290162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205782180737296402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOL this was cute, so me took photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6nUdznqCI/AAAAAAAAADU/tuCVk8LqI6o/s1600-h/P5290163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6nUdznqCI/AAAAAAAAADU/tuCVk8LqI6o/s320/P5290163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205782189327231010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I totally forgotten to turn the flash off&lt;br /&gt;in this photo... I'm not &lt;/span&gt;THAT&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; fair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6nUtznqDI/AAAAAAAAADc/kFbA0KCtk1E/s1600-h/P5290164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6nUtznqDI/AAAAAAAAADc/kFbA0KCtk1E/s320/P5290164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205782193622198322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These dudes are practically the clowns of period&lt;br /&gt;4 Com.Science class.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really remember their names though...&lt;br /&gt;*shot for bad memory*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We also opened a CPU to look at&lt;br /&gt;the inside and stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6o4tznqEI/AAAAAAAAADk/WIp-FHWADlc/s1600-h/P5290159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6o4tznqEI/AAAAAAAAADk/WIp-FHWADlc/s320/P5290159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205783911609116738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6o5NznqFI/AAAAAAAAADs/ozJKzEsvYrY/s1600-h/P5290165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6o5NznqFI/AAAAAAAAADs/ozJKzEsvYrY/s320/P5290165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205783920199051346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last but not least, ENGLISH &lt;s&gt;a.k.a the one with the most pictures *shot*!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6qmtznqGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/bx9k2YBOOU8/s1600-h/P5290166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6qmtznqGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/bx9k2YBOOU8/s320/P5290166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205785801394727010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left: Pri, Rebecca and Zoe&lt;br /&gt;It was a random shot. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6qndznqHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/fmiICA9mCC4/s1600-h/P5290167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6qndznqHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/fmiICA9mCC4/s320/P5290167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205785814279628914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly have no clue why Zoe's&lt;br /&gt;pointing at that poster that&lt;br /&gt;was done in World Issues, but...&lt;br /&gt;meh. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6qntznqII/AAAAAAAAAEE/T3kQry8i_D4/s1600-h/P5290169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6qntznqII/AAAAAAAAAEE/T3kQry8i_D4/s320/P5290169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205785818574596226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe and Darren...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Attack of the blurry photos ahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6qn9znqJI/AAAAAAAAAEM/g9hWr2Gm3eA/s1600-h/P5290171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6qn9znqJI/AAAAAAAAAEM/g9hWr2Gm3eA/s320/P5290171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205785822869563538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beverly and Mikki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Attack of the blurry photos 2 OTL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6qoNznqKI/AAAAAAAAAEU/GrDwp9rhyUg/s1600-h/P5290172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6qoNznqKI/AAAAAAAAAEU/GrDwp9rhyUg/s320/P5290172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205785827164530850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left: Soroush, Mok and Timothy&lt;br /&gt;Methinks they're looking at the camera&lt;br /&gt;Soroush's holding, but~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6su9znqLI/AAAAAAAAAEc/vHzVJiYt3jA/s1600-h/P5290175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6su9znqLI/AAAAAAAAAEc/vHzVJiYt3jA/s320/P5290175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205788142151903410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From left: me, Ying Sin and Becky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6svdznqMI/AAAAAAAAAEk/AsAmRW0_AfE/s1600-h/P5290176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6svdznqMI/AAAAAAAAAEk/AsAmRW0_AfE/s320/P5290176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205788150741838018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Becky and Ni Juin&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they pretty? 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6svtznqNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/PVMSVgTYJ_c/s1600-h/P5290177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6svtznqNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/PVMSVgTYJ_c/s320/P5290177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205788155036805330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;Soroush and I were random...&lt;br /&gt;as in, VERY random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6sv9znqOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/R5Ky7c5pXdE/s1600-h/P5290178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6sv9znqOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/R5Ky7c5pXdE/s320/P5290178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205788159331772642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From left: Ni Juin, me, Ying Sin and Pri~&lt;br /&gt;(me no dare spell her full name orz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6swNznqPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/KsnLW8xaPAQ/s1600-h/P5290179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6swNznqPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/KsnLW8xaPAQ/s320/P5290179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205788163626739954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zoe and me&lt;br /&gt;LOL Zoe is so much prettier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6tqtznqQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5fSnpFOODsw/s1600-h/P5290180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6tqtznqQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5fSnpFOODsw/s320/P5290180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205789168649087234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can see Pri in the background!&lt;br /&gt;Ni Juin and Zoe~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6trNznqSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/DOeX6j7gaOs/s1600-h/P5290181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6trNznqSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/DOeX6j7gaOs/s320/P5290181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205789177239021858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOCK FIGHT! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6trtznqTI/AAAAAAAAAFc/OM1vc24Y_a8/s1600-h/P5290182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6trtznqTI/AAAAAAAAAFc/OM1vc24Y_a8/s320/P5290182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205789185828956466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Imma not mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;staken...&lt;br /&gt;From left: Darren, Chee Weng and Alex&lt;br /&gt;Looking at Alex's camera LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6trtznqUI/AAAAAAAAAFk/OWIyLGWoPJo/s1600-h/DSC00104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6trtznqUI/AAAAAAAAAFk/OWIyLGWoPJo/s320/DSC00104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205789185828956482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From left: Ni Juin, Mr. K, Zoe and Pri&lt;/span&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6vCtznqVI/AAAAAAAAAFs/zjICg2metFc/s1600-h/DSC00105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6vCtznqVI/AAAAAAAAAFs/zjICg2metFc/s320/DSC00105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205790680477575506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ying Sin LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6vDdznqWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iXOjwf7n5Y8/s1600-h/DSC00106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6vDdznqWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iXOjwf7n5Y8/s320/DSC00106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205790693362477410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punit~&lt;br /&gt;LOL he looks so blur XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6vDtznqXI/AAAAAAAAAF8/WHhCJCfFkAY/s1600-h/DSC00107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6vDtznqXI/AAAAAAAAAF8/WHhCJCfFkAY/s320/DSC00107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205790697657444722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chee Weng~&lt;br /&gt;He looks funny here XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6vD9znqYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/NzghYARQCQ4/s1600-h/DSC00108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6vD9znqYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/NzghYARQCQ4/s320/DSC00108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205790701952412034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6vENznqZI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EZUsYWyznC0/s1600-h/DSC00109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6vENznqZI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EZUsYWyznC0/s320/DSC00109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205790706247379346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left: Mikki, me, Beverly&lt;br /&gt;You can see Alex in the background! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6xR9znqaI/AAAAAAAAAGU/T22JkpTNW6w/s1600-h/DSC00110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6xR9znqaI/AAAAAAAAAGU/T22JkpTNW6w/s320/DSC00110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205793141493836194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left: Kah Kin, Darren, Becky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and Chee Weng&lt;br /&gt;The best buddies LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6xSdznqbI/AAAAAAAAAGc/YdEfsPnYIKo/s1600-h/DSC00111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6xSdznqbI/AAAAAAAAAGc/YdEfsPnYIKo/s320/DSC00111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205793150083770802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left: Chee Weng, Darren, Mr. K, Kah Kin&lt;br /&gt;(who should have stood in front... he's SHORT!),&lt;br /&gt;Becky a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nd Zoe~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;...that was a lot of pictures... *shock* I didn't realize it... I was having too much fun! 8D *gets a boot to the head orz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that basically wraps up what &lt;s&gt;we&lt;/s&gt; I did today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using pictures to blog is fuuuuuuun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332790053591641076-2722020698870354412?l=reina-sugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1ef758e73288c530&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/feeds/2722020698870354412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6332790053591641076&amp;postID=2722020698870354412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/2722020698870354412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/2722020698870354412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/2008/05/last-day-of-sem-one-8dd.html' title='Last day of sem one 8DD'/><author><name>reina-sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934228481627743039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFLlijq77vA/SD6fHtznpvI/AAAAAAAAAA8/rXMSo7c1lG0/s72-c/P5290137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6332790053591641076.post-2964288516479051462</id><published>2008-05-28T09:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T17:39:32.555+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>OMG I HAS BLOG</title><content type='html'>OTL AMELIA HAS A BLOG! .___________________________. *stare*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okai, so a bit of background info on me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma a girl (like duh, from the name .___.), have a two-digit age, humble abode in Malaysia, cosplays, an anime and game fanatic, does song covers of Japanese songs, enjoys dancing, has a black belt in taekwondo, was a cheerleader, draws a bit now and then (curse you college! DX&lt; *shakes fists*) and... is a easily bored and easily amused person.  Yes, Imma in college. So sue me.  Oh, and &lt;em&gt;if&lt;/em&gt; I could (read: have time to do so), I type/write poems and/or stories, but right now... nope, no time at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CURSE YOU EXAMS! DX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gets a boot to the head orz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well~ to leave something that people might or might not enjoy (shameless self-advertistment, hah!), I leave &lt;s&gt;boot to the head&lt;/s&gt; a random recording that I did just recently that methinks was epic fail. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;http://media.putfile.com/Namida-no-Iro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I hope your ears don't bleed&lt;/s&gt; Enjoy~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6332790053591641076-2964288516479051462?l=reina-sugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/feeds/2964288516479051462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6332790053591641076&amp;postID=2964288516479051462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/2964288516479051462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6332790053591641076/posts/default/2964288516479051462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reina-sugar.blogspot.com/2008/05/omg-i-has-blog.html' title='OMG I HAS BLOG'/><author><name>reina-sugar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13934228481627743039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
